Dave the Busker

Some day soon.

2008-03-03T20:34:00.000-08:00

A short time ago, the lead singer of the Dave Clark Five died. Over the weekend I found a couple of websites dedicated to the nostalgia of the Isle of Wight festivals. I was 16 the first time I went to those gatherings. I wandered home from that life changing event feeling like, at last, I had felt like I belonged. Sounds too plausible and trite but there it is. This year Bob Dylan will turn 67. I'm not any older because of accessing these facts and memories, but I am concerned.
The days go by with their numbers, adding up to a version of arithmetic that has been invented by us to keep us counting and adhering to the inevitable. The trials of daily work and the attention needed for success in these ventures are so very wasteful. I should be comfortable being just myself and living for everything I want and have. Every day needs to feel positive, creative. Something should grow and I sometimes lose that thread.

Unscrambling eggs

2008-02-29T17:37:00.000-08:00

Here's what happened. Somewhere in my experiments with the blog world, I established more than one page. Therefore entries I was making weren't publishing where I had intended. The only way to deal with this was to rearrange how the link connected and so now I'll need to either rewrite those writings to here or just pass them on to my own personal cyber history and let them float. Not to worry, all will be clear. Onward and forward.

Evening before a frost.

2008-02-04T20:19:00.000-08:00

A continuation of days, when a sadness waits to fade and a prospect seems more of a hurdle than an undertaking. Dreariness has made it's mark and is hard to dispel. Even so a short leap to memory, creates relief since there the darkest days stay vivid.
The ongoing succession of gloom and a futile wish to have more occasions of serenity leads into little more than squandered time.
Simple activity. Easy laughter.
Onward and inescapable realization of our fragility. Atlas reduced to tears and whimper.
Sunshine and blue heaven. Vicarious activity. Great faith in unity.

Lethargy

2008-01-29T17:32:00.000-08:00

This morning was a wet greeting, cloudy and cold. It seemed unnecessary to even dress, I sat around without clothes for a while, cosy up here. Yesterday there was snow on the ridges, above 1500 ft they said. Cold but cute. Staying in means being bored too often which leads to the temptation of watching the tube much more than is healthy. A reasonably bright mood is easily ruined by overexposure to full time election coverage, Familiar talking heads and sound bites from the candidates who are a sorry bunch. Such a day is squandered. Wasted and disposed of. Even a short, rainy stroll to buy beer was uplifting by comparison. A required connection to Nature. When the trees are in full leaf behind the house, we are completely secluded and I enjoy taking advantage of the nakedness available on the backstairs.
Days are not refundable and it seems sinful to spend time without creative pursuits. Energy is so easily sapped by torpor. Controlled by outlook. I need more control over that. anyone with the key? I should know by now.

Bleak is the outlook

2008-01-11T14:41:00.000-08:00

The Falklands island group live under grey sunless skies on average, 280 days a year. In '06 I revisited the Toon, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, in June. The days were overcast, my memory of the years I lived there had erased that factor. Greyness in June. Not much likelihood of sunshine for the rest of the Summer either. When areas of the country are referred to as 'depressed' a different view occurs to me than the intended point. Not poverty or unemployment, shipyards and steelmills closing. Grey bleak days, one after the other, ad infinitum.It's January in North California. Chilly and dreary. Cold sunshine has taken a holiday and the general demeanour of humans and animals shifted inward. The mountain ridges are curtained behind fog and haze. Like a scene from Eastern European art, countenances mirror the gloom of short daylight and paucity of Sunshine. Confidence and optimism that, soon, we'll be complaining about heat, has still to autoswitch into our days. Even so the likelihood of solar return and intrusion is not just a matter of faith but, for us, inevitability. We'll be clothed less and have blue sky. I wondered on that visit to Newcastle what adaptation would be needed to live there after California. Beyond my ken to envision.

New Hampshire and more and more.

2008-01-09T19:49:00.000-08:00

There seems to be a growing disaffection with so much excitement, created to keep a cynical population attentive. CNN, MSNBC, FOX , slanted and shallow.
Last week we had a storm, hyped larger than any other event in recent weeks, news shows extended, storm centres on every channel. Don't we have anything to do?
So much spite directed at a differing viewpoint, a new hospital, national elections, down South in Dixie be sure not to praise the wrong NASCAR driver in the wrong bar.
A pair of hustlers tried to cash a deceased friend's social security check while the corpse waited outside in a their vehicle.
Now that's news!!!!!!

It's my first day

2008-01-09T19:13:00.000-08:00

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