The Best & Worst

Several good results emerge from being able (and maybe allowing myself) to stream music in my brain.

  1. A power supply is always available. Don’t need to worry about AC/DC, plugging in anywhere, or recharging anything.
  2. No headphones, speakers, or ear buds required.
  3. They’re already paid for, so financial expenditures are limited to acquiring new materials, if and when I’m required to pay for them.
  4. A lot of my favorites are played.

Some negatives do exist.

  1. It’s hard to turn some songs off.
  2. The mental streaming algorithms seem to favor repetition.
  3. It’s a limited library of songs.

And of course, free will is often derailed. For instance, right now I’m streaming this.

The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight
but there’s no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh-oh, someday girl I don’t know when
we’re gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
and we’ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run


It’s not by choice, and it’s been running about thirty minutes. Stream along with me, if you know the tune.

The Wave

I ride the wave of words until the surf crests and curls, breaking on the beach and dribbling up the sands. As the wave retreats, I consider the body of today’s output and the state of myself and my rising hunger, check the time and announce, done.

Another enjoyable day of writing like crazy has reached an end.


She was eighty-five, and didn’t want it announced. “I don’t tell people my age. Most people look at you differently when they find out you’re eighty. They assess you with a completely different approach, amazed how well you are, or sympathetic because you’re growing old.”

I understood. I’d felt the same about being sixty.

Novel Day

Ever think about how novel this day is? Similar to other days, it’s influenced by where you’re at on the planet.

The planet is stable but dynamic. Its core is changing, and cooling, affecting the mantle, crust and atmosphere.

The Earth is spinning, and the spin slows every day. Days are longer by 1.7 millisecond over last century. Innit that somethin’?

North of the Equator, the length of our daylight is increasing for the middle latitudes, like these “temperate” areas of Europe and North America where people are freezing their asses off. Sunrise is earlier, and sunset comes later.

While I know that we’re continuing a revolution around the sun, and the change in light is affected by the revolution, rotation, and earth’s axis, I think of the planet as being attached to a rubber band. The planet reached winter solstice. That’s as far as the rubber band stretches, with the rubber band’s stored energy. Then, snap, we head back the other way.

Oh, yeah, and did I mention that our planet’s orbit is decaying, and we’re a little closer to the sun, and the sun is cooling, and will eventually do us in?

Put all these things together, and you see how unique this day is. That’s why you should make it special. There will never be another day exactly like today.


You ever notice that the threads of commonality, through events, emotions, and communications, that tie you to others, are actually strands twisted together that form carbon steel cable that’s much harder to cut or break than you ever imagined?

Yes, it’s easy to say, that’s all over, it’s in the past, but those cables keep you tied. You need to keep cutting and cutting….


Dream Fulfillment

When I was young, I imagined great careers for myself, glamorous and exciting vocations, like rock star or racing driver. Didn’t come close to either of those, but fulfilled one of them in last night’s dream.

Yes, I was a racing driver, an unknown in Formula 1. Being unknown bothered me not. I was just happy to be there. I was with another rookie driver. Short, he was from somewhere in South America. This was the season’s second race. He’d won the first race. I wasn’t in the first race, but the media was mobbing us because we were rookies, especially him, winning that first race, and his F1 debut.

The time for the current race arrived. There wasn’t any qualifying for reasons I don’t know, and I was starting from the back. (I think this was just a dream contrivance as a metaphor for how I view myself and my life sometimes.)

Then, just like that, I was surging through the field, was at the front and gone. My wife was in the pits, watching, and was mega-impressed. (Yes, I was given that view.)

“Where’s the other guy?” I wondered about my fellow rookie while the race was still going on. That question permitted me to view a screen in my car that showed the car’s relative positions, a setting that you can sometimes select in video racing games.

There was my car, in light blue, number one, and well ahead of the pack. The other rookie, in red, was fifth from last. I was exuberant for myself, and sympathetic for him.

I won, of course, amazing all. My wife’s excitement seemed to equal my own. If only life could be more like my dreams….

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