Flash Society

Ten Minutes.  That is all I am allowing myself this AM.

Doesn't seem like enough time to even get started, let alone form a complete thought or voice a coherent opinion.  But then we live in the new "Flash Society".  Our culture has sped up.  Everyone wants their emotional, humorous, and informative fix in six seconds or less.  Keeping the attention of our new ADHD society for longer than a few moments, you better have some awesome special special effects to keep them in their seats.

Flash fiction.  Six second videos. And no longer do we have the time or the inclination to even open a book.  Turning those pages takes up precious seconds better used texting all our BFF's to make sure no one misses the opening of that brand new transformer v. beast from the sea showdown on the 3D Imax screen down to Cinema 24.

You fools go ahead and be in a hurry.  I'll sit back and watch the paint dry for you.

Later.............................

You Can't Teach an Old Dog........

........They have to teach themselves or they will always just be somebody's bitch.

Well, this seems to be the case for me anyway.  I have had a lifetime of sensory input that was slanted, tipped, and worked me to favor one fact, view or notion over another.  Teachers who taught me the accepted history, which conveniently left out almost all the back story and what I had accepted as truth was in fact not very close to the truth, the whole truth.  Spiritual and political leaders did their best to mold me into one of the lock step faithful.  The fact I briefly considered the priesthood as a teen and remained a Republican until 1980 proves they almost had me in their clutches forever.

The Gates of Love

" Their gated mansion is not just a testament to affluence, it is a house of love. "

I read this phrase I paraphrased in an article about an aging Pop star who had amassed a pile of money her heirs will have trouble spending.

I found the phrase odd.  Maybe it is just me, but the first thing I think of when passing a gated anything is not love.  Gates and Love, well ..... it seems Love can only exist if gates are left open in some way.  Physical and/or emotional.

So when I pass a gated mansion or community, the notion of Love is not even on my radar.  That isn't to say Love cannot exist inside this gated area, but the notion of gates and walls seems almost antithetical to the grandness of Love.  It would appear to me the only love that could really exist inside a gated house, community, etc would be a very narrow beam of it.  Love would stop at the fence, the guard house, not to be shared with those who pass by.  As it turns out, that gate also seems to keep a large portion of the Love available outside it's perimeter from getting in,  Both sides lose.

Gates keep people out.  Love lets people in.

Just my ten minute thought on the matter.  Gotta head for the dump.........

Later.....

Ten Minutes

Ten Minutes........A measly ten minutes is all the time I have.  I have been looking for some way to goose myself back into writing on a more regular basis.  This every now and then shit is giving me a case of writer's blue balls.

Okay.  I know. I can see the flippin clock.  I have seven minutes left to make a point, write that one sentence that will make even the manliest man swoon and maybe shed a tear.  The ladies?  Well, the ladies will just melt once they have taken in the one great sentence I now have only five and a half minutes to create.

So I am going to incorporate an exercise  - a writing exercise into the already full to the brim morning routine.  I am going to attempt to make myself write for ten minutes straight each day.  Whether I continue to write is but a bonus.  At least I will have begun picking up where I left off so many months ago.

Given my less than stellar record of seeing things through, especially things that have only me to over see, I am not holding out much hope..........Nah.  Let's face it.  Good intentions are easy to have, it's the follow up that separates those who do from flounders like me who usually don't.

Well, times up.  That one great phrase will have to wait it's turn.

Later.............................................