Thursday, September 11, 2014

The unhappy nurse.

Wrote this some time ago.  It came back to me as I was driving yesterday.  People are so strange.

I've always had a thing for nurses.  Thought I might marry one some day.  Known many, loved a few.  Me and Gunter Grass.

I know some pretty unhappy people, too. Sad really.  You only get one shot on the ground, near as I can tell anyhow.  Why spend it pissing and moaning?  That's a trap.  I don't doubt that satan has his little fingers in it.  (See Paul Harvey 1965 and the devil)  Anyhow, back to the unhappy folks...

Years ago I had the experience of working with a most unhappy person.  It wouldn't have been so bad, if that had been it by itself.  That she was unhappy.  If we acknowledged it, suggested counseling, tried to help. If she refused all offers, we fired her and went on about our business.  Change of venue and attitude was not a satisfactory outcome for her.  She was miserable and she seemed to want to bring everyone else down there with her.  (you know who, again) Complained incessantly, threw little wrenches into the works wherever she could.  Gossiped, stabbed backs. A real pain in the ass.

I said at the time, and I still hold this opinion, that people like her should really do the rest of us a favor and off themselves.  Really.  If your life is so miserable that you can't stand it then change that thing or things that are getting your panties in a bunch.  If that's beyond your capability then please, make a hasty exit.  I don't care to have you linger, like a fart, making the place uncomfortable.  I'm liking it here, pretty much.

I never did figure it out, what she was so angry at the world about.  Everything appeared to be in her favor.  Her husband seemed a decent fellow.  Both of them had jobs that paid well. Her kids were grown and successful.  She was physically very attractive, fit and in good health.

One of my good friends, a woman old enough to be my mother, who was also my mentor, pointed out one of the aforementioned person's personality traits that I had not noticed.  It was there the whole time, right under my nose.  I just didn't see it.

She liked to humiliate.  Most often her victims were folks who were perhaps due a good kick in the seat of the pants, but who also lacked the means, intellectually and otherwise, to retaliate.  Sad state of affairs, that.   Evil.


Friday, September 5, 2014

Monday, August 18, 2014

Summer and Lightning

Before my favorite season comes to a close.....two classics:

I have great affection for old warbirds.  This below was not the perfect plane, but an interesting engineering feat.  P-38 Lightning.  Two twelve cylinder Allisons. A battery of four 50 cals and a 20mm canon.  About ten years old I was he first time I saw that particular engine.  It was on, of all things, a tractor.  Love at first sight.

Here in one of it's first iterations:



Summertime music to go along.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=T7ofO7h9hOg

Monday, August 4, 2014

Every Day

"Even in a perfect world, where everything was equal I would still own the film rights and be working on the sequel."

Best listened to live, or from a vinyl recording on a decent amp and speaker set. Slappin' that bass, he is.

http://www.mtv.com/videos/elvis-costello/87958/everyday-i-write-the-book.jhtml


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

I scare myself......

.....when I play my soprano sax with Dan.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLhJelwF6mk

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Time

This photo is an old favorite.  Tho I must say, if it was mine to imagine....

Hands bound behind my back.  Welts from a fresh lashing, bruises from days past.  Naked and erect.

Presently the ottoman will replace me.  I consume her sweat.  Sucking her balls, her heels, her toes.  Licking her soles.



I think the same thing when I see an ad like this:





It's just my imagination, running away with me. Once again.





Thursday, April 10, 2014

Wavelength

I don't always smoke a cigarette before I play my sax, but when I do it's when I'm playing this tune with Van Morrison.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=AN8ZmPMMjOA#t=1

(Typing with my glasses on.)