Here is a true Christmas Fairy Tale. Brian the groom thought up a plan to surprise his wife to be. This occurred last week, just before Christmas at the Mall of Georgia up the road from where I live. Take a minute to enjoy and celebrate.
Gregg Allman has a birthday today. Never met the man and most likely never will. His music, and the music of his “Brothers & Sisters’ are a large part in the fabric of my life.
A tribute by Pat Monahan performing one of his compositions this past year. Fox Theatre, Atlanta Georgia.
Queen of Hearts.
I found this on a old disc……….clueless? I have dedicated about 1-2 hours a day to preserving all the photos, mostly digital over the past month. No clue as to shelf life of these disc. Their age is suspect, but and but is the big if, seemingly hit the peak of photos from 2001 until about 2010. What happen to the balance I am clueless. Found a picture of a woman wearing a pair of Zebra boots and another of a cat and a set of the young widowed woman with two dogs. I hope she made it to Colorado.
Cool…the word I was looking for is archiving. The preservation of pictures of shit that has no meaning to none but me. Even the trunk full of 35mm photographs, the handful of properly displayed vacations and the negatives can be summed up w/a quote(s)?
” For 40+ years I set the dinner table while cooking. When its time for dinner no one has ever shown up. So I throw the shit in the garbage, put the plates, glasses and flatware up and repeat the same steps each evening. Same results. ”
Pretty much sums up the archiving…..(laughter).
Last month of the year has arrived, it is December 2014 and oh how the time has passed.
Retired from Federal Government somewhat expected but never expected to occur as it did so quickly. Twenty five years with them seems like the cross between a lifetime and a bad dream that’s over and gone.
Since August, my official retirement-out date and receipt of my first pension check the days have been filled with ‘catching-up’ on the details, minor at first but over the years the details became an agenda in need of fulfillment. Deferred health care was a major concern and problematic that the time was never available. So I suffered consequences unavoidably. Obviously the top of me list is/was get your body fixed or repaired as well as my home. So much deferred for so long.
After years of painful and life altering spinal injury, no not disc, chord injury my surgeon ‘did it’. He repaired the damage I’d carried for years, but what I thought would take a day or two and a few weeks of healing, well I underestimated the process (laugh here). I am now humble and grateful to him (my surgeon) and Emory-midtown in Atlanta GA, for what I simply call medicine. The process that combines the facility, the Doctors, nurses, tech and their philosophy. Medicine, the combination of physical, emotional and atmosphere to heal the sick. I thank you all. And the check is in the mail, its not free but worthy. Again thank you.
The few months before my surgery was spent on those items time never allowed working 10-12-14 hour days 6 days a week. Painting the house and windows, installing workable vents from laundry to exterior, repairing interior cracks in sheetrock. My home has been bounced around like a bouncing ball from a ‘massive construction’ project next door, but that is another story. And it is not pleasant at all.
Anyhow, from a year ago to this day the quote or saying…….” It was the best of times & It was the worst of times’ has never been more true nor real. While preparing physically for my surgery, like riding my bicycle every trip around town not driving. Me decided me need something for the long haul after surgery. I’d played guitar most of my life, despite my tin-ear. Work had so over taken my life the past 10-15 years I’d stopped playing and fairly well stopped listening to music. I purchased a nice guitar and told myself I learn to play again.
A few days out of the hospital and still drugged/medicated to a very high degree I picked up that guitar and found a chord or two, still looking for that ‘note’, but she, the guitar sure sounds sweet.
God Bless those who have helped me recover to where I am now and it is good. Until then, when my strength returns me days are up and me days are down.
It has been over a year without a desktop. At least something to communicate with larger than the smartphone. Although the phone was useful, there is a limit of word processing inherited with the technology. But it will be time and again more time as I become something familiar with this tech.
Time has moved forward regardless of my technical bondage and it is the ‘time’ that has changed so much of the world I do live in. Good, bad, practical to mundane, painful and everlasting changes, tangible and intangible. Those changes of health, wealth, debt, family, friends and events. Events of life and relationships, political or social and even moral.
News abounds from around the Kingdom but not as one would think. A single sentence nor verb or prepositional phrase would suffice to set the tone of changes and challenges. Yet still there is some Peace among the ‘Court of the Crimson” as well as sorrow, regrets and prosperity. And a most painful lesson learned most painfully.
Take note though still in bondage to my Kingdom or what little remains, justice arrived but it’s satisfaction left this man unprepared. Vengeance or simple retribution is not satisfactory to me but necessary towards those in this world who understand nothing!
I never have nor will ask for forgiveness for the decisions made personally to enlighten and punish, now and generations to come, the justice served to or demanded by those who claim what is not theirs brought upon themselves, then or this day. (Laughable and overwhelmingly enraging to me after decades of ‘olive-branches’ sent forth while the Kingdom was dismantled, their emissary’s statement…” Do not confuse business & family”.
As true as the beauty of woodlands in the fall of the year. There is movement of something resembling Peace in the Kingdom. Over forty years of foulness lingers as thee who confused kindness with weakness, family with business and arrogance misguided as acceptable dogma. Decades of bondage and rape of a mans soul repeatedly is upon their lives and souls. And yet again they ask for time, not to change or apologize to bring lasting amends. Until convinced other-wise they stall. My best guess once again? To shore up their forces, rebuild their defense’s and lick their wounds.
Convince me and the Court, convince me or not! As assuredly as the North Star has never waivered.
I remain the Crimson King……
Happy Easter and forty days from now.
How to unify a group of Christians? Jesus near the city Bethny ascended forty days after Easter having preached to his followers all the while.
Obedience too forgive & accept. What a no brainier…( insert a chuckle or a smile ).
Ascension of Jesus
It ( His Ascension) brought them, his followers, into a new found unity of obedience of purpose & forgiveness.
Acceptance one of another.
-from the writings of me and Pastor Malcolm Macqueen-
Just posting to keep a pulse on my blog. So for now its mostly visual and sparse and really random..enjoy.
When at this computer here in order is the album of songs I listen too. If not this then I stream WKDK am…..Newberry South Carolina. Evenings mostly is random music from the 60’s thru the 80’s, time, temp and weather. Other nights its South Carolina ‘Football’…
Soul Serenade…..King Curtis
Dig a Pony…………Beatles
Across the Universe…….Beatles
Devil Got My Woman….Gregg Allman
Bell Bottom Blues…..Derick and the Dominoes
Savannah Mama….Blind Willie McTell
Back on My Feet Again….Randy Newman
She Caught the Katy……Wet Willie
I’m behind the new Alpharetta City Center 100%…..lol.
One supervisor and one worker. Its the American way..
When I was a kid in the 1960’s this was the Thomson/McDuffie county Jail House.
About 10 minutes from the house. Swallow at the Hollow. 100% great Southern Bar-B-que.
Singer-song-writer showcase and Americana music…think ‘The Loft’ on satellite radio.
Sir Richard Branson…see below.
I cannot for the life of me find the ‘5 Questions’ Branson published. The questions suitable for a job applicant or the applicant to the employer… Quotes below.
‘Why a business plan is only as good as one’s first contact with a customer’.
‘What do you need to take on a giant & win? Nothing but bravery, good people & a great idea’.
‘If somebody asks why are you looking up at the sky, ask them why they aren’t looking up at the stars’.
First ‘ floor-mat’ joke of your day??
Dockerys restaurant closed this year and it happened sooner than later. I’m here with the lady who brought me my last meal. She had always been the best.. During the goodbyes I managed to take some pictures of the people who I shared the establishment with over the years but never held a conversation.
I found a great sit back with a cup of coffee on a rainy Sunday afternoon. With this piece thirty minute read is too short, great article nevertheless. Don’t let the title fool you into believing its a ‘government/political statement from the State department. It more and provocative in the light of the reality. Families apart and separated physically and emotionally, divided by juxtaposed societies and bound by their common culture.
THE ISLAND OF STOPPED CLOCKS: INSIDE CUBA 50 YEARS AFTER THE REVOLUTION
BY JACKSON BLAIR
(What you cannot see on the video is how, over the course of the next few hours, Lesley realizes she’s lost the 25 years for good. That after all this time, the history they shared is too too faint or too slight to be recovered. Entering the terminal, she felt a brief but overwhelming sense of familiarity. But after the hugs and tears subsided she felt tentative and swept up by family in name only).
Leave em’ laughing I’ve been told….Lighter side of life.
-Why does Goofy stand upright and Pluto stand on all four feet? They’re both dogs.
-Do “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” and “The Alphabet Song” have the same tune?
-On Gilligan’s Island, the professor could make a radio out of a coconut. Why couldn’t he fix the hole in the boat?
-If Wile E. Coyote has enough money to buy all that stuff from ACME, why doesn’t he just buy himself dinner?
( Ye’ve shipped, have ye? Names down on papers? Well, what’s signed, is signed; and what’s to be, will be )
Mark Twain on the press:
“There are laws to protect the freedom of the press’s speech, but none that are worth anything to protect the people from the press.”
It seems to me that just in the ratio that our newspapers increase, our morals decay. The more newspapers the worse morals. Where we have one newspaper that does good, I think we have fifty that do harm. We ought to look upon the establishment of a newspaper of the average pattern in a virtuous village as a calamity.
Just really random stuff….
Reading my e-mail this morning I came across article of enlightenment from ‘Brain Pickings‘ the online magazine of astonishing information, literature, the arts and entertainment. In 1990 on this day Voyager I took a series of photographs from outside the Earths solar system distance of roughly 6 billion kilometers. Still operating today, March 2,2013 it was the brain child of Carl Sagan and his campaigning to capture a parting photograph of Earth. Voyager I was not expected to last much longer. Below is the picture entitled ‘Pale Blue Dot’ as well as the philosophical and literary discourse Dr. Sagan gave to you and I.
—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
bonus if you kept reading……
Which is more useful, the Sun or the Moon?” The Moon because the moon shines at night when you want the light, whereas the Sun shines during the day when you don’t need it.”