Sunday, June 27, 2010

the skies


Suffer the skies and their mist

Suffer the strange mud of the forest

Suffer the selfsame seas that floated Noah!

Oh, how far shalt thou goest?

See! Do you not see?

The obscurity is gone, and all that's left is...

Me

Jennifer's birthday party

Today, my Jennifer actually turned 30 years old. Yesterday, however, we had her party here at the house. Though a fraction of the folks that were actually invited showed, we still had a decent crowd I think - a crowd which was made up mostly of family and people Jenn and I know from work. All in all, I think everything turned out rather well. However, as you can tell by the cake here, Jennifer has a rather pessimistic view of aging which she shares with our society at large. Growing old is inevitable. The kids that think they're so cool today will feel totally left behind by the generation which comes after them. 'Twas ever thus, and ever thus will be... I'm going to be 36 this year when August 19th comes around and I feel totally cool about it. There is always more to learn and so many different ways to evolve and express myself that I do not feel limited or ashamed in any way. As I often quote from my man Tennyson: "Old age hath yet his honor and his toil..." This body is not meant to live forever. Whenever I go out in public somewhere I'm quick to remind those around me that everyone we're sharing the room with at that moment will inevitably be dead in 100 years' time. Jenn just thinks it's a morbid thought, but I find it quite liberating really. If you look at it in the right way, you see the simple truth that the most important thing for someone to do is to make the most of this very moment - RIGHT NOW. It reminds me of Nike's oh so popular slogan from the Nineties: "Just Do It". I watched this show on MSNBC one time that talked about successful businesses and their stories, and they said that people were writing in to Nike during that particular campaign saying that they "just did it" and it changed their lives. Obviously, such a phrase means different things to different people. I challenge you, oh readers - what does it mean to you?

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

self loathing

This morning, I moved our pet turtle from the bathroom sink (where she had stayed for well over a week) into a cooler which I had cleaned out in a good way, I thought. Apparently the soap I used to clean out the plastic container was toxic to Looksi, because before I left for work she was dead...

I feel like utter shit. Though this death was certainly not intentional, I still feel quite responsible.

Just thought I'd share this...

Sunday, June 20, 2010

a visit to my aunt's house for Father's Day

I spent a couple of hours at my aunt's house today with my mom's side of the family. Mostly, we were there to honor my grandfather, the celebrated World War II veteran and pillar of my family for many many years. From left to right, here's my mom, my granddad and my grandma all posing for a pic:

Can you believe that my granddad is 88 years old and that my grandmother is 84? Jennifer has often jested that I'm descended from a line of elves...

And yes, I brought that champagne you see in the foreground. It was Chandon - good crispy stuff!

My grandmother is going through some early stage Alzheimer's right now, and it's quite tragic. So far, the Aricept has been staving off the inevitable, but unfortunately we all know that her illness is just that - inevitable... I owe them so much love for the love and kindness they have shown me over the years, and I feel powerless in the face of this disease of forgetting that is slowly encroaching... All we can do is enjoy days like we had today when grandma was so much like her old self. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, my friends...

As a sidelight, here's a squirrel that came to drink from Debbie's birdbath. The picture looks kind of faded because I took it looking through a screen door...

Shrek: Forever After and the Devil...

For those of you that know me, you know that I often have weird ideas and such. I've thought at times that I might be a little Schizotypal even, but I think I get along with people alright...

Anyway, I went with my family to see Shrek: Forever After last night and noticed something interesting toward the end. Hopefully mentioning this won't give any of the plot away for those of you who intend to see it, but here goes... There's a scene in which Shrek and Fiona are chained together in a giant castle room - one on one side and one on the other - so that when one of them moves toward the other, the other is pulled away from them. Then, the dragon that had been guarding Fiona as she grew up appears and begins to attack them. When the dragon entered, I thought to myself "This is the Devil card from the Tarot!" Observe:
It makes sense when you think about the plot of the movie as well. Shrek and Fiona have grown apart and allowed other things (false beliefs) interfere with their relationship. It culminates so well, because if you look at the card, the male and female on the card could choose to free themselves from those bonds if they so wished. The scene with the dragon (which represents all those things that tore them apart - black magic, separate dream fulfillment, holding on to anger, etc.) represented all those things up to that point. It's bloody brilliant! I wonder if they did this on purpose, as it seems so perfect.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

me and my scleral hematoma

I'm just now getting over what I think was a sinus infection. The walk-in clinic doc didn't really ever tell me what my formal diagnosis was, and I didn't ask him. He just gave me some antibiotics. Anyway, I think I coughed or sneezed so hard that I blew a blood vessel in my eye!


Creepy, eh?

The technical term for this, I think, is scleral hematoma. My mom, especially, was all worried about this, but I assured her that I had consulted with some of the nursing staff where I work and that they had told me it was nothing serious.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Writing just to write

Last night, drugged as I was on Ny-Quil and Trazadone (I'm convalescing from a sinus infection), I dreamed that I was climbing a light sandy brown cliff's edge and came across a rattlesnake on one of the ledges. It was right near my foot moving its diamond head back and forth, and I was thinking to myself "Shit! I hope it doesn't bite me!" That's about all I remember. I just recall the awkwardness of having to stay clinging to the cliff's edge and trying to dodge the snake at the same time.

Two primary goals I have for myself (which are more like hazy dreams at this point rather than goals) are to 1) take martial arts lessons and 2) take heavy metal guitar lessons. Two beautiful things which I would find a great solace in. I find many excuses why I shouldn't do them now, such as focusing my efforts to finish my degree, but really that wouldn't take too much of my time. I should just do it, shouldn't I?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Days with my father in Eden

Back on my MySpace blog, I wrote at length about my time in the wilderness. I go to a certain place outside of Van Buren called Lee Creek Reservoir every time I get a chance, and most of the time I'm with my father. He knows it best, as it is an area (now turned into a park area by the city of Fort Smith) in which he grew up as a small child. It's so typically Arkansan - creeks and rocky ledges abound, and if you get up early enough you can spot deer usually in the process of sprinting away from you.

I found a mountain biking enthusiast site which talks about this place. It's here:
http://trails.mtbr.com/cat/united-states-trails/trails-arkansas/trail/PRD_164622_4514crx.aspx

One of the post
ers back in January 2004 had the following to say. I don't know where he got his information, but he is correct about the grave stones - there are some out there that are clearly marked as Confederate soldiers:

"I do not ride a bike on this trail, but enjoy a nice little hike. The trail has many historical features, one being the site of a Civil War battle between Confederate Infantry and Union Horse Soldiers. The Southern Forces were retreating from Pea Ridge,Arkansas trying to get reinforcments to Van Buren, The Battlement walls are still visiable and some of the Grave sites are of Soldier of both sides, Buried where they fell. The trail is nice for a family to go on an outing and easy for the children to keep up. I recommend Spring or fall as the best time. Summer time is Hot and Humid and makes it difficult to enjoy..."
Anyway, I
took my camera out there early last Saturday morning. We picked a couple of cups' worth of blackberries. I also got some interesting insects in the camera lens that were lurking about the blackberry patch. I even found a dung beetle scurrying around in a pile of deer shit, though he had dug himself too deeply by the time that I had been able to get my camera out. I didn't think we had those in this part of the world...

My father and I use this place to recharge our batteries. There's a magic about it that speaks to us every time we go out there
. My dad said that his mother used to forbid him from going out there (but he went anyway), telling him that there were "demons at Crack-in-the-Rock". Crack-in-the-Rock is the old name for it long before the reservoir was built there, as there is a giant crevice at one part of the trail where you could easily fall in if you were careless.

This past Sat
urday when these pictures were taken, my father and I saw several deer. They were much too fast and much too surrounded by wilderness for me to have gotten them in the eye of my camera, however, because I still haven't figured out how to do manual focus (you'd have to be able to do that in order to focus in the distance) because the automatic focus keeps catching the trees in the foreground. One of the first deer we saw were a couple of fauns - one still possessing the little white flecks on their bodies, resembling Bambi...

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Guided Imagery

A therapist gave this to me today...

Guided Imagery

Now, this is how to reduce stress.

Picture yourself near a stream.

Birds are softly chirping in the crisp cool mountain air.

Nothing can bother you here. No one knows this secret place.

You are in total seclusion from that place called "the world."

The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.

The water is clear.

You can easily make out the face of the person whose head you're holding under the water.

Look. It's the person who caused you all this stress in the first place.

What a pleasant surprise. You let them up ... just for a quick breath ... then ploop! ... back under they go ...

You allow yourself as many deep breaths as you want.

There now ... feeling better?

The page refers to the following link, but the site has no search feature so I couldn't directly link the exact page: http://www.cleanjokes4u.com/

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Importance of Vitamins

For years, I have suffered from insomnia. I have tried all kinds of remedies from Kava Kava to Trazadone, but lately I came to a realization thanks to a Dr. John Selig. John is the stepfather of one of my best friends, and a month or so ago I had a chat with him during which he asked me to rub my index finger across the top of my thumbnail to detect any ridges that might be there. Mine was full of them. He related that this was a sign that I was vitamin deficient, and I agreed, as my diet is a horrible one. Based on this, I made a resolution to get back into taking vitamins again, but since I have a hard time swallowing the damned things, I haven't been very consistent in the past. (Choking for like 10 minutes followed by yacking them up will do that to you...) Soon after this when we were at the store, Jenn noticed some gummi vitamins that were for adults, so I decided to give 'em a shot. Usually I question the authenticity of any vitamins sold at Wal-Mart, but it seems like the better the vitamin, the bigger the pill. These suckers turned out to be the best vitamins I've had to date! I could feel the energy after the first day or so! What's more, I have had much less trouble sleeping. I used to depend on energy drinks to keep me going through the day and had developed a one-per-weekday habit. Now I'm good to go without that stuff. It's great! I'm thinking that one plus of chewing them is that the vitamins may get more readily absorbed in this manner. So, if you guys are insomniacs or just find yourself dragging through the day, you might want to get on some vitamins that work for you. Like I say, I've fought this stuff for years and nothing has really helped consistently but this.

Monday, June 7, 2010

The end of a quick day, and another piece of the puzzle...

From my perspective, it can truly be said that time flies. My work day went by without a hitch, and as usual I had many conversations with different folks whom I find fascinating.

Since I didn't have anyone to see at the clinic this evening, I went by to see my grandparents again. My grandmother was in a better place today. She didn't really say much but was at least able to recognize who I was, and she would giggle about simple things. My father came with me, and mostly we just talked to my granddad. He told us one detail of the fabric of his life which I was unaware of tonight - it is for these bits of information that I am the most attentive. His father was named Hiram Taylor, and it has long been a part of our family history that Hiram left my great-grandmother with many children and moved out to California on his own. My grandfather never forgave him for this. He told us tonight how one day when he was on an air base during the war, he was told he had a visitor. That visitor turned out to be his father, who at this time was driving a really nice Buick and doing well for himself. Apparently Hiram knew some celebrities out in Hollywood (which my granddad couldn't remember the names of) and wished to take my granddad out to see them, but my granddad refused. He also tried to give him $40 upon leaving. "That was a lot back in those days... but I wouldn't take it..."

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Sunday evening

Last night I spent some time with three of my dearest old friends. One of them - Jason - was just back here in his home town shortly before returning to where he actually lives now in Dallas. I brought some musical equipment out to my dad's house (which included 2 guitars, a bass, and a microphone) so that we could be as loud as we wanted to be (dad lives out past the city limits), and basically we got hammered and played music late into the night. It was a welcome reprieve from my recent stressors involving my girlfriend's son Michael and facing the reality of my grandmother's steady decline into the nightmarish haze of dementia. Jason is a graphic artist as well as a musician. In fact, he's the one that introduced me to a lot of alternative punky metal type stuff as I was growing up - stuff like the Dead Kennedys and Danzig. He's really good at playing covers, and we all drew great enjoyment from belting out songs from the Misfits as he played my ESP MH-400NT at an earsplitting volume. "I WANT YOUR SKULL! I NEED YOUR SKULL!"
I can't believe my dad slept through most of that, but he was snoozing toward the end in his chair in the midst of us.

I found it also helpful to immerse myself in everyday duties. I went to the store by myself and just really took my time Saturday. This was right after eating some Chinese food which didn't agree with me, and as a result I had to take the "Wal-Mart poo," as I referred to it when telling Jennifer of my experience. You never know what you're going to find when you go in there, and it is for this reason that the Wal-Mart poo is a very final option when all others have been exhausted. I went to the restrooms at the back of the store thinking that it might be less populated. The first of two stalls was locked but did not have any feet that could be seen which means that some asshole kid must've took the trouble of locking it from the inside and crawling out underneath, sliding through the unspeakable nastiness of the Wal-Mart bathroom floor in order to complete the feat. That left me with the handicap-accessible stall in the very back. Cringing from urgent cramps, I gazed at the head and found that on the back part of the lid there was the unmistakable shit-stain, complete with a happy fly who was exploring it. I seated myself on the front part of the seat, made my deposit, and was soon on my way...A somewhat-related joke I heard last week which has really stuck with me and which I will leave you with:

"Why did Tigger stick his head in the toilet? He was looking for Pooh..."


Friday, June 4, 2010

the cards speak to me


I decided to give myself a Tarot reading last night. It had been a long time since I have touched my cards which lay on a bookshelf next to my bed.

The first card in my Celtic spread was the Ace of Wands, crossed by the Two of Pentacles. Death was at the top of the cross, and the Hanged Man was set in the future place. My foundation was the Emperor, and in my past was the Four of Swords. In the final outcome, I got the Five of Cups. I was thinking to myself, this is heavy with Death and change and reversal and loss... Where is that in my life? Then today I learn after work that a) my grandmother has had another one of her manic dementia spells and b) my fiance's kid got kicked out of day care after only being there a few days this summer. The cards were clearly telling me that for a while now my shit's been really solid and positive but that my fortune was soon going to change.

What is the lesson of loss? It is that there is always something left over...