Fear and Loathing

Yes, Hunter knew about that. And the God you speak of knows it best.


M) Why are you afraid of women?

J) I'm not afraid of Women.

M) Methinks you are.

G) He is afraid of women, gays and lesbians too. He just doesn't realize that.

M) And Muslims? People of color?

G) Same deal, it's bigotry.

J) Now there is a word I'm afraid of.

M) And well you should be, it's ugly like the "N" word or the "C" word. Are you afraid of that word for the same reasons you fear women or others?

J) I'm not afraid, they should be the ones who are afraid. My people are in charge. (For now anyway)

G) You are afraid. Bigotry is based in fear and ignorance. And you are clearly ignorant. You like to think of yourself as an intellectual because you possess some very basic intelligence. But in fact you are a dilettante. Lots of books, CD's but no credentials. You are afraid of these people because they are different and you feel threatened. And the thing you hate most is when they are educated, successful and possess the jobs and credentials you so desire.

J) I'm not stupid.

M) No you are not but you are uneducated. There is a big difference between ignorance and stupidity.

J) Thanks for the vote of confidence!

Not so patient... 

Patience 

Getting It Done!

I'm moving, but it's awkward. I'm getting things done, but not in an orderly manner. Little goes as planned and everyone's schedules conflict with mine. I shouldn't complain.

I was watching the travel channel the other day. Not really paying attention but I was for a moment fascinated by a scene of some Europeans sitting at a cafe, reading, eating, drinking and in general relaxing. Europeans seem to have a certain sensibility about things. How not New York! In New York one is reminded of that quote by Michael Douglas playing Gordon Geko. "Lunch is for Wimps!"
I'm 50. I should be able to take my time. Sit and watch, be inspired, eat and drink at a leisurely pace. It is worse for my wife. She not only races around for herself but for me.

My van got blocked in it's handicapped parking space yesterday. The driver of the offending car pulled right up to the edge of the lift. Clearly no mistake. No handicap plates or placard. A student ID and on his dashboard something very telling. A photograph of Osama Bin Laden.

A couple of you have asked about posting images here, you are welcome here.

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On the road again!

The big blue machine LIVES!

Back from the dead, Al and Dave have breathed life into that big beautiful machine. I am so relieved as I'm not yet prepared to procure a new ride. This van has been good to me. It owes me nothing. One more tenth of a Mile and I break 197,000 miles. Champagne anyone?

I've way too much to do. And staying home would be a real issue.

Yes, I will see you soon!

I'm going mobile! 196,999.9 miles! 

Morning light 

Hunter Thompson

Hunter Thompson is gone. He apparently took his own life. Better him I guess than someone else. He wrote the book on hard living. In a way we are all safer now.
On another note my ride passed away around the same time he did. I'm hoping my mechanic can breathe life into it, a few more miles is all I ask. Needless to say I'll be home.

Don't move! 

And now it's my turn! 

It's my turn!

Love!

Today is supposed to be about love? Every day is supposed to be about love. I know it's not everyday all day for me. But I'm doing my best.
Doesn't seem to work that way for everyone else either. I'm seeing something ugly at work. And at my former place of employment. (2 dead and counting) Like watching a series of train wrecks over and over again. And I'm helpless to stop them cause ole Charlie's got the handle and that train she won't stop running, no she won't slow down.
So much self-destruction. Catastrophic self-destruction, no coming back. I hope they can get some help.

Can you see the real me? 

VD

Valentine's weekend: Dinner and a movie. Nothing exotic but a much needed, much appreciated experience. Yet another resolution - to do the cinema experience more often. Have to include that in my travels. Good food, good company and great art almost sounds selfish!
I saw Eastwood's Million Dollar Baby, I can reccomend it without reservation. He seems to get better with age. And Hillary Swank, for someone who emerged from a humble beginning, and with little in the way of formal education must less training, is quite amazing. I have to think people who spend years in school and never get the chance she did, have to be really discouraged. But she just seems to have it in her.
Let's go to the movies! Hell, let's make movies!

Thank you! 

Lunch

I'm loving this teaching on-line thing. I didn't think it would be as rewarding as it is. And it gets better and better.

Making magic! 

Can you hear me now? 

Are you ready? 

Over here! 

Super Weekend

I am blessed. I had a chance to get out over the weekend for a couple hours. Spent them with some friends, my wife, got to eat and drink like a king, watch some commercials, oh and some football too!
I met this woman, an aspiring actress/model. (See picture below) She seems to be living her dreams and now seems to be finding her way into mine.
I should pause to thank everyone for their time, company and sharing. I am so fortunate.
I trust your weekend was as blessed as mine.

Mark

School was never like this. 

I'm tired of staring at the ceiling. 

It's like deja vu all over again! 

Can you see my shadow? 

Can you see my shadow? 

I'm over here!