I'll preface this, by admitting I'm not the conventional male...
I will stop to ask directions... Suzanne and I love to travel, but have a hard time with North, South, East, and West. We've learned our limitations.
I do place the seat down on the commode.... But I also place the lid down... I figure, if I have to extend the courtesy, then, she should make the effort to raise the lid. (Is that passive-aggressive behavior?)
And I do not complain of frequent restroom stops, when we're travelling.
There is always chocolate in the house.... period.
All that being said, I guess I'll be one of the 20% of males to see "Sex In The City" this weekend...
According to the "experts," only 20% of the movie goers to see this flick will be male...
Most of them will be males who care about fashion.... you've seen me, I don't...
The rest are looking for hot girls... (I'm trying to "wrap my mind around guys who would 'cruise' a dark movie theatre for women.")
The rest have been categorized as non-categorized....
Once again, I've been outcast as a non-descript...
But that's okay.... I'm happy to be undefinable....
Needless to say, I'll go, and I'll have a good time at it...
Because my baby wants to go...
I guess its a date.....
I only hope there's some gratuitous nudity involved...
K
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Truth As I Define It
Recently I placed a post which referenced a quote by Sir Winston Churchill, that Truth was, in fact incontrovertable.
I am delighted that a good friend of mine, challenged that perspective. I can always count on her to challenge my beliefs, and delve into the grey areas of our existance, and our humanity.
To define incontrovertable is to say that the premis is not deniable or in despute....
Truth # 1... We are each, a product of our experiences/environment.
Truth#2... We each hold the capacity to Love...
Truth#3... We each hold the capacity to Hate....
Truth#4... We celebrate Life
Truth#5... We mourn Death
Truth#6... We make a joyful noise, each in our own way...
Truth#7... We beleive we are significant
Truth#8... We know that we're not
Truth #9... We will protect our young...
Truth #10... We will all die.
I don't pretend to know anything. I hold a romantic notion of this world, which will probably be the death of me. I just want to be an old fart, looking toward, and looking back on a more loving time...
Imagine...
K
I am delighted that a good friend of mine, challenged that perspective. I can always count on her to challenge my beliefs, and delve into the grey areas of our existance, and our humanity.
To define incontrovertable is to say that the premis is not deniable or in despute....
Truth # 1... We are each, a product of our experiences/environment.
Truth#2... We each hold the capacity to Love...
Truth#3... We each hold the capacity to Hate....
Truth#4... We celebrate Life
Truth#5... We mourn Death
Truth#6... We make a joyful noise, each in our own way...
Truth#7... We beleive we are significant
Truth#8... We know that we're not
Truth #9... We will protect our young...
Truth #10... We will all die.
I don't pretend to know anything. I hold a romantic notion of this world, which will probably be the death of me. I just want to be an old fart, looking toward, and looking back on a more loving time...
Imagine...
K
Further Proof That God Loves Us....
I have the privilage of being a friend of this very talented woman...
Why? Only God knows....
But I think He loves me....
K
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IG4L08tbO3Q
Why? Only God knows....
But I think He loves me....
K
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IG4L08tbO3Q
Saturday, May 10, 2008
And Then There Were Three...
Earlier this week, I was overjoyed to interrupt my workday, by having coffee with a dear friend of mine, from Morganton. We met at a coffee shop in Biltmore, at the entrance to the world famous Biltmore House. We sat and exchanged pleasantries, and the latest "goings on" of family and friends, and mutual acquaintances.
As I looked over the unfamiliar landscape, that used to be Biltmore. My friend told me how much her Dad hated what had happened to Biltmore. You see, she had taken her Dad through Biltmore recently for Doctor's care....perhaps the first time he'd seen Biltmore in ages. I'm sure he was shocked and dismayed.... But Paula didn't understand. Her reaction was, "Why didn't you do something about it?"
Now I'm a huge fan of the annalogy of the frog being comfortable in water that is gradually elevated to boing point, and surviving, verses the frog that is thrown into a pot of boilig water, and instantly meeting his demise. So I can fully understand Paula's dad's reaction. He was thrown into the pot of boiling water, while I languished in the luke warm pool of oblivion.
Biltmore had "grown up." And I hadn't been there.....
You'd have to have lived here, "Back in the day," to understand.
There was a time when Biltmore was a community... not a side show to the Biltmore House, but an intregal part of its being. Anything you could imagine in Norman Rockwell's romanticized version of America, actually exisited in the little underclassed village of Biltmore, NC.
Within walking distance, you could satisfy every basic human need, and then again, a few pleasures, if you could afford them.
I'll go into the details of life in Biltmore at a later date...It may take a few writings.
But tonight, I understand Paula's Dad's disdain for the erruption of development, and commercialism in the dismal wonderland in which I grew up.
This year, the Hot Shot closed its doors... forever. Damn....
Next door, the shoe repair shop, was resurrected, and turned into a trendy gift shop.
What's next?
As I take inventory over the village I used to be embarrassed by, but now embrace as my own, who is left???
Its the bastions of Biltmore, the Discount Tire Barn, Biltmore Wheel and Alignment... where Roy Cole still remembers to ask, "How's Yvonne (my Mom,) and the Biltmore Barber Shop... where my Dad took me and my brothers for our first "flat top," complete with Butch Paste in our back pockets... (I can still hear my Mom screaming at Dad about cutting off her little boys' locks.)
I do still frequent two out of the three of these places...Just to see all the familiar faces.
Obviously, I don't frequent the barber shop...
But maybe Monday... a professional shave might be in order....
And so, there stands three survivors...
But its just a matter of time until they're swallowed up by bleached blonde leopard skinned shoppers in five inche stilettoes... shopping the quaint shops of Biltmore....
Chicos?????????
Give me a Break!!!!
And as always... QRML.............. K
As I looked over the unfamiliar landscape, that used to be Biltmore. My friend told me how much her Dad hated what had happened to Biltmore. You see, she had taken her Dad through Biltmore recently for Doctor's care....perhaps the first time he'd seen Biltmore in ages. I'm sure he was shocked and dismayed.... But Paula didn't understand. Her reaction was, "Why didn't you do something about it?"
Now I'm a huge fan of the annalogy of the frog being comfortable in water that is gradually elevated to boing point, and surviving, verses the frog that is thrown into a pot of boilig water, and instantly meeting his demise. So I can fully understand Paula's dad's reaction. He was thrown into the pot of boiling water, while I languished in the luke warm pool of oblivion.
Biltmore had "grown up." And I hadn't been there.....
You'd have to have lived here, "Back in the day," to understand.
There was a time when Biltmore was a community... not a side show to the Biltmore House, but an intregal part of its being. Anything you could imagine in Norman Rockwell's romanticized version of America, actually exisited in the little underclassed village of Biltmore, NC.
Within walking distance, you could satisfy every basic human need, and then again, a few pleasures, if you could afford them.
I'll go into the details of life in Biltmore at a later date...It may take a few writings.
But tonight, I understand Paula's Dad's disdain for the erruption of development, and commercialism in the dismal wonderland in which I grew up.
This year, the Hot Shot closed its doors... forever. Damn....
Next door, the shoe repair shop, was resurrected, and turned into a trendy gift shop.
What's next?
As I take inventory over the village I used to be embarrassed by, but now embrace as my own, who is left???
Its the bastions of Biltmore, the Discount Tire Barn, Biltmore Wheel and Alignment... where Roy Cole still remembers to ask, "How's Yvonne (my Mom,) and the Biltmore Barber Shop... where my Dad took me and my brothers for our first "flat top," complete with Butch Paste in our back pockets... (I can still hear my Mom screaming at Dad about cutting off her little boys' locks.)
I do still frequent two out of the three of these places...Just to see all the familiar faces.
Obviously, I don't frequent the barber shop...
But maybe Monday... a professional shave might be in order....
And so, there stands three survivors...
But its just a matter of time until they're swallowed up by bleached blonde leopard skinned shoppers in five inche stilettoes... shopping the quaint shops of Biltmore....
Chicos?????????
Give me a Break!!!!
And as always... QRML.............. K
Happy Birthday... To A Good Man
Happy Birthday to my brother, Keith... I Love you, Kurt
(And that's about all I have to say about that!)
(And that's about all I have to say about that!)
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