Fall of Another Roman Empire?

China has spent decades laying tracks for the future. 

We’ve been digging graves in the past. 

They’ve built cities, schools, trains that move faster than thought. 

We’ve built military bases, debt, and an empire of rust.

This is the first stanza of a poem written by Henry Morgenstein, titled "Tracks in Future / Graves in Past". Apparently it is part of a regular newsletter Henry sends out. He attributes these beginning words to Jimmy Carter. 

I am not a big fan of China by any reach of the imagination, but I do have to concede that these words seem to point out China's interest in moving forward, while America is busy wallowing in the remnants of a decaying past.

The rest of the poem is a salute to China's material and economic growth while not even mentioning their horrific human rights record that continues to this day. Just because a certain population or populations are in a wonderland and loving it, there are billions of Chinese who are not. Too many struggle in dismal conditions while 10 lane highways and bullet trains crowd out their communities. If this is what we want in our future, I say fuck that. Growth should never override the freedoms of the populations who created that growth. That is just repeating the ugly models of the past again and again and again.

History is cyclical and filled with too many repeats to mention. Empires rise, empires fall. Given the hard times and decline we Americans have created for ourselves starting in the 1980s of Ronald Reagan, it would be easy to conclude that though America was once on top, we are now working hard to find the bottom. The class divisions have never been worse, the economic divisions never more profound, and worst of all, we are now struggling to save the country our forebears created so, so long ago.

Yeah, I don't have a very optimistic vision for our country at this point and only a slightly rosier vision of the future of  Humanity in general. We keep shitting in the nest we live in. We deny the negative changes the planet is going through by wasting time pissing on each other's feet while those who don't care continue on their merry way raping the planet and poisoning the chances we might have had to save ourselves. Short term thinking always comes at a higher cost than careful planning.

Whatever happens in the future America will deserve what it has sown and the rest of the World will deserve what they end up with if they don't pay attention to what America did to itself. 

I'd say, "Keep it 'tween the ditches" ..... But why bother? We seem intent on driving into them.

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I know A.I. is causing controversy wherever it pops up. But I have to say, so far when it applies to A.I. manipulated music videos, most of the ones I have seen are awesome. Here is "Child in Tiime", by Deep Purple. This song was released in 1968. The song combines with visuals more in tune with the madness that is our current reality. It hits its mark wonderfully.

Enjoy the visuals and don't forget Deep Purple is generally better enjoyed when the volume is wound up to WOW.

"Die Alone" - A Half Assed Review

Fitful sleep, combined with periods of being awake, is part of my life now. I have become so used to it, when I wake up at Dark-Thirty to  stumble to the bathroom to pee, I will often wonder, will I be able to go back to sleep? Often I cannot get back to sleep. 

One of my first remedies is to turn on the TV. Nine times out of ten, I fall asleep before the first commercial. If that doesn't work, I watch the movie or TV show and then reset the sleep clock to catch a few winks before it's time to feed Maggie and head outside to face our day.

Last night I was waking up every 45 minutes or so. So I turned on the TV and picked a movie I would not normally choose. It was another of the many, many Zombie chomping Apocalypse End of the World extravaganzas, but on a low budget. With a title like "Die Alone", I was sure it would be boiler plate, rehashed Zombies chasing normal people who are stupid enough to get caught kind of movie. I did not expect any twists I had not seen before.

As it turns out, "Die Alone" was a pretty standard Zombie movie but with a few tweaks that caught and kept my attention for the most part. I only remember dozing off once and that was only for a few minutes. I would have welcomed the sleep, but my brain obviously had been stimulated enough, it was not going to let me sleep. It wanted to watch the movie. I almost expected it to ask me to make some popcorn.

I won't repeat comments from the one review I read, but it was a decent movie with less of an emphasis on the actual horrific scenes of Zombies and what they were having for dinner; rather it focused on the characters and their interactions that built to a unique twist at the end.

It was filmed in Canada on what appears to be a typical Canadian budget. I found it refreshing to watch a film that did not take the easy path and glorify the violence between survivors and Zombies. Watching Zombies get mowed down by ever more complicated machines of destruction does nothing for me. This film caught my attention early by creating a mystery in the first 5 minutes. It isn't a great movie, but certainly better than the average Zombie/Apocalypse stupidity that make up much bigger budget films. Zombies were not the center of attention, the interactions of the characters was. Plot and characterizations, not special effects, drive this movie.

The few slow moments do not detract from the overall quality of the film. Yeah, I'd recommend it.

In some ways it reminded me of "The Road", a very good 2009 apocalypse film based on the excellent novel by the same name. There are no Zombies in "The Road". But it has a similar feel as "Die Alone" as it depends on characters and a sincere plot. 

Keep it 'tween the ditches .......................................

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The logical choice for this post would be a tune about, named, or at least containing a vague reference to Zombies. The Cranberries' fine song, "Zombie" immediately came to mind. The problem though, was I used a Cranberries tune for my last post. Two songs in a row from the same group is not allowed per the rules I set up back whenever it was I made including music with posts part of the package. I figured, if I couldn't entertain with my words, I'd include the efforts of people more talented than I as a consolation prize for any disappointments people might have after reading my dribble.

I considered breaking my own rule. I remembered I have always considered self imposed rules with a kind of fluid adherence. If the mood suited me, I broke them in a heart beat.

Without further ado; here are The Cranberries, and their song, "Zombie".

Artificial Intelligence, Day ll

Apparently my brain was not happy with yesterday's post. I asked why. My brain stayed silent on the topic, yet here I am again wanting to write about A.I., dreams, and other things that help make up the nonsense I sometimes obsess over.

I make no apologies about my intermittent preoccupation with nonsense. As a matter of fact, trying to break the nonsense in my brain down into sensible word bites like complete sentences with appropriate grammar tossed in here and there, has always been my first goal when writing.  The real bonus now; fictional nonsense keeps me from my current preoccupation with the evil nonsense passing as Reality right now. At the moment, Reality does indeed suck.

The good news is, since I have been actively trying to make sense of the nonsense in my mind, the nonsense is still there, but at least now, it's almost , on the cusp, close to and nearby word groupings that make a point occasionally.

Hmm ........................

There I go again. I sat down to write an expansion of yesterday's thoughts and by the third paragraph I was off down a new rabbit hole. ........ No, not this morning. This distraction thing of mine is a big reason I don't post. It tends to piss me off unless I am really baked. And lately, I have been less baked and more straight than usual.  ......... Back on Track.

Yesterday, a confluence of minor incidents and accidents were most likely responsible for my brief fascination with A.I. The image up top was the jig-saw puzzle of the day. A Facebook meme regarding A.I. passed through my feed. and then an A.I. video caught me and I posted it for a minute as real. I wrote about it, posted it, and moved on with my day.

Lately, I have the habit of picking a movie or TV show episode to fall asleep to. Every time I tell myself I will stay awake. Every time I don't. It used to bother me as I had been a life long night person. Now, 7 or 8 years into retirement, I have decided it doesn't matter.

So I pick a new movie arrival on Netflix. "Havoc", starring Tom Hardy as a hard boiled police detective who's moral compass is off, but not far from the good guy who used to be........ Not sure when the curtain came down ....... must have been  pretty close to when I started the movie ....... Damn, I hate not knowing when sleep is here and when it isn't. ......

The next thing I know, I am in full dream mode with Tom Hardy. He is not a hard boiled police detective. He is just a working stiff and the two of us are busy parking cars in a huge, to the horizon field of tall grasses with waves of tulips here and there swaying to and fro. The cars we are parking are junkers, high end beauties, and for some reason multiples of the red Volkswagen I learned to drive in so many years ago. Figures, Tom gets to park the high end rides while I am stuck with the junkers and the many Volkswagens. Tom laughs at me as he jumps out of one beautiful car and into another. I am the sad sack watching him enjoy his job while I am seriously hating mine................

I look up the rough dirt road we use to access the field. I see the dust trail of another car being delivered by Tom. When he is maybe 75 yards away, he loses control. The damn fool always drove too fast. .... He loses control and rolls it many times. 

Because Tom is so cool and nothing ever goes wrong for him, when the Porsche stops rolling, it is back on 4 wheels and without a scratch. The car is perfect and so is Tom as he climbs out. He stands with legs spread, his hands on his hips and once again he laughs at me. He turns and begins to walk back up the road for another car. ........... As Tom disappears over the crest of the low hill, all I can come up with is, "You Fuckin Asshole".

My bladder then woke me up and now, here I am trying to write down as much as I can remember of the dream. There was more, but it hangs at the periphery refusing to take part in the tale. I can almost remember, ..... No......... Fuck it.

So there it is, an example of the "New Consciousness" I read about yesterday. Or, as I am beginning to believe, my own personal version of "Artificial Intelligence". Or is there really a world apart from our own that exists just for the dreams we come up with. Maybe Alice in Wonderland is a true story.

Keep it 'tween the ditches ................................

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I didn't fuck around this morning finding a song. Almost immediately I thought of "Dreams", by the Cranberries". They are definitely one of my favorite bands. Dolores O'Riordan, their lead singer, was taken from us too soon. I love her voice.

Hope you enjoy the tune.

Artificial Intelligence

I shared one of those short videos that float endlessly around the Facebook pages, It showed a special rig on a boat that was used to clean barnacles off the hides of whales. I share a lot of videos and I assume many are fictional creations for consumption and not random moments of Reality caught by a smartphone. An Internet friend commented on it. He very rarely comments. He leaves likes, dislikes, laughs, surprises, or care emojis almost all the time.

When I checked the notification queue on the right, I was surprised to see he had left a comment. Usually I check the notifications starting with the oldest first and then move up the queue. This morning I opened his comment first.

No matter how careful I am , I still get sucked in by fakery, pranks, and general overall mischief at my expense on an irregular basis. I don't care about the inconsequential fun fakes. I have pulled a few legs in my time myself. But the use of trickery when it matters does bother me. I began some years ago to try to make sure what I shared regarding the serious issues of our lives, politics, religion, social justice, environmental were as above board and honest as I could. I still got burned, but not nearly as much as I used to.

And now we have to deal with A I ( Artificial Intelligence ). It's been around awhile, but recently it has infiltrated everything, Images were first. Now A I is writing stories, homework papers, creating fake news and generally creating a shitstorm out there in the information maze.

How does one trust anything they have not seen with their own eyes, felt with their own hands, or heard with their own ears as it left the lips of the person they were listening to? It's as if anything outside my mind is suspect now.

Believing my eyes and ears is on the chopping block now. Soon, I won't be able to trust even what is going on in my own brain. Of course, given my foolishness as a younger man, I learned then not to place too much trust in what was spinning around inside my cranium; especially when in the grip of one kind of substance or another.

It may just be a coincidence, but just this morning I read a brief story about dreams and how the full on dreams where we participate are more than just dreams. They are a different type of consciousness. Combine the advances in A I coming at us, it looks like we are hard into either finding alternate Realities or inventing them for ourselves. I am not so sure this is a good thing. It appears we headed for some interesting times as we deal with the Real and the Unreal. We are having a tough time dealing with the Reality we are trapped in now. What is going to happen when we have more than one to choose from?

Anyway, just some half baked thoughts I have yet to completely sort out. All I know is if I had some hallucinogens' again, I could compare Reality with the fun One I created years ago when I was young and numb.

Keep it 'tween the ditches ............................... 

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Maybe I don't need to re-acquaint myself with psychedelics again. I just googled "Music about Artificial Intelligence". What I found was mind blowing. There were songs written by A I; also songs previously released with new A I video, and at least one group, who had A I write the song and create the video, then put their name on it. Depeche Mode at least, was up front about it. 

I spotted a great Pink Floyd tune, "Comfortably Numb". It's the original song , but with an A I generated video. Not sure how to describe the visuals other than they definitely reminded me of LSD trips form long ago.

Again, I have included both.

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

I was going to research to find out who was first. What country first began interring segments of their populations in camps? I decided it really did not matter. Something told me it was a practice as old as Civilization was. Concentration camps have been around since before I was born. As far as I am concerned, that is all I need to know.

What brought this to my attention was a MEME a Hoser friend from Canada put up and passed through my Facebook feed. Oh, he is no Hoser. I just like the term, it is so Canadian. My friend is a stand up guy who more than likely spread more good than I ever did.

After considering the MEME, I decided that the point of the MEME is spot on, though one claim was not correct. 

A prison in El Salvador holds our recent deportees. Many, if not most, are held without Due Process. The hope was removing them from within our borders might remove them from our minds as well. "Out of sight, Out of mind" is a tried and true method to help folks forget the unpleasantries they are responsible for. Works for the current administration, or so they thought.

The problem with the MEME I have, is the claim the El Salvador prison is the first concentration camp created by the US government. From what I have sorted out from the mutated history spoon fed me over the years, is we started building concentration camps back in the early 1800's when Andrew "Asshole" Jackson started rounding up Native Americans and forcing them onto reservations. I guess that was better than just killing them, but it was not right then, no matter what the apologists of today would have us believe.

The solution brought about by the reservation system, with some serious genocide mixed in, was ultimately successful. White men had successfully stolen a continent from the original inhabitants and just as the Crusades were a religious excuse to extend White Power over those pesky Muslims, so was the genocide and containment of the American Indian hidden behind an excuse that used in part, the word of GOD. It was our God Blessed "Manifest Destiny" to own both coasts and everything in between. 

We had a system of control, while maybe harsh, it worked. Our country moved forward and began raping and killing the land instead of the Indians. We became a world power eventually and were able to finally pee in the tall grass with the other big dogs from across the Big Pond. 

Life was good, until it wasn't. WWl, the "War to end all Wars", should have been enough warning to the planet; that out of control Capitalism run by autocrats was a recipe for disaster. No, we needed a second lesson. WWll involved more of the planet and killed millions more people, military and civilian, than any war up to that time.

During WWll, the US government was rightfully paranoid.  There actually were enemies everywhere. We were in a two front war with two countries who were bigger assholes than we were. It was indeed a fight for survival. The rights of many people were put on hold. Roosevelt's Executive Order 9066 placed 117.000 people of Japanese descent in concentration camps. They were treated better than the Jews were, but they were still uprooted, moved and forced to live in barracks like so many other concentration camps created by Man to control populations they considered dangerous.

What this leaves me with is sadness, anger, and a feeling that America is no better than any other country. The lie we have fed ourselves for over 250 years that we embody the lofty morals and ethics created by Man for Man to aspire to, are just words. In the scheme of what is important, a country will pursue its interests without much consideration of what will result and who it will hurt. Self interest will always rule the day.

Bottom line. Nobody should be surprised at what Trump is doing. It has all been done before. And he is at best, nothing but a stupid, very stupid, copycat.

I'll stop here and get off my high horse and shovel the dung now.

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

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At first, when attempting to pick a song for this post, I was sure it would be a bitch to find one I liked. I first googled, "Concentration Camp music". That was a non-starter. Everything seemed to be in Yiddish. I don't know Yiddish except for a very few Americanized words. I decided then to use the title of the post, "Out of Sight, Out of Mind" music. ......... Jackpot. 

Seems there are a sizable number of tunes with the sentiment at their core. Problem was, the first few tunes were all heart rippers: girls who had left me, boys who jilted me, Life can't go on because you will never be out of my mind, tunes.........

And then I came across George Strait's, a take you back to the good ole days of Country Music tune, "Out of Sight Out of Mind". It's tear jerker, but a good one. Old Skool country music was meant to be tear jerking music.

While I was listening to George, I noticed in the queue of next songs lined up on the right, was a great tune from an English folk punk band from ............... wait for it .......from England. I discovered them a few years back. They are political and damn good musicians. The song is "Criminal Justice".

I have included both. Enjoy. 

Diplomatic Realism ?

I recently fell down a rabbit hole comprised of a cluster fuck of ideas and attitudes regarding how international relations between countries should be run according to the new direction our current Asshole in Chief has cozied up to. Since 1998 it has been known as Diplomatic Realism,  It's about a kind of Anarchy, but at the international level.

Instead of continuing to be the planet's top dog, it appears Trump wants to break down the division of power into three spheres of influence between China, the USA and of course Russia.

It is just a new twist on the expansionist mentality that was at its zenith during Teddy Roosevelt's, "speak softly but carry a big stick" period over 100 years ago. Nowhere have I yet read where India is positioned in this division of spoils. I assume Trump takes it for granted India will fall under China's umbrella. This of course assumes there is even a plan or just the usual MAGA dumasses making shit up.

Diplomatic Realism insists a country should worry about its own self interests before all others. Forming alliances are only formed it if there is a profit of some kind for the homeland.  Doing the right thing just because it is the right thing should not be part of any relationship with any other country. 

Trump and his self-interested cronies are definitely working the diplomatic game from a hard line view of Diplomatic Realism. They want to drop alliances that do not obviously help the interests of the USA. In other words, they want to keep doing what America has been doing internationally but without the fluff and PR tokenism we have successfully used for well over 100 years. No more carrots and but in the future, much bigger sticks.

What was once American Imperialism hiding behind the curtain of altruism we used to open doors with,  blunt force will do the job if threats don't do initially. Instead of massaging the shoulders of other countries to get what we want, we plan to become just another thug country that only shares with those countries who toe our line.

Trump and his clown circus are total losers who do not understand nor care that our Nice Guy Imperialism was working like a charm. They have now exposed the USA for the assholes we have been for years. Yeah, we have done good, major good over the years. In the end it has been for our benefit first and foremost. And that is as it should be. Finding a non-violent solution to national security is certainly the smarter move than flinging bombs and entrenching troops in thankless and stupid conflicts, uh ...oh wait, okay, okay, so we blew it a few times, but hey, we are only human and we meant well........ cough, cough.

Regardless of what we used to do diplomatically or what stupidity we used to unleash on any country we thought deserved it, it appears the Trump administration, along with his clown parade we know as Congress, have positioned themselves to up the ante and drop any notion of civility when dealing with other countries. The posturing, muscle flexing and intimidation in my opinion is the first evidence that even the Right is now aware our dominance is on the way out. They don't want to face the music. Eventually, they will have to. I just hope they don't hasten our downfall with the stupidity they have planned over the next few years.

Anyway, just a few thoughts on a subject I have only just recently set my mind to. I am sure once I think I have a better understanding of Diplomatic Realism and its possibilities, I will make adjustments to what I just wrote the next time I feel the need to bring up the subject.

Until then, please keep it 'tween the ditches ................................

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A song that wonderfully describes America's Imperialistic tendencies is , "America", written and recorded by Tracy Chapman. Her unique voice, musicianship and wonderful way with lyrics caught my attention back in the 1990s. "America" was slammed hard by the loud mouth Wingers of the day back then; proof that the Right's tendency to hate the truth is part and parcel of how they view the world they think they own.

Anyway, enjoy.

The Wound Licking Phase is Over.

Just what I needed; another political group page inviting my participation in their Trump hate-fest. I actually considered not joining as preaching to a choir of Trump haters is not necessarily a good thing when I am trying to scale back my blood pressure and angst over the absolute cluster fuck that America has become under the wings of  Trump and the Right. ................

Well, I have to be who I am. I am a political junkie. I was was raised in a dyed in the wool Black Republican family who insisted that not paying attention to the government was almost treasonous. And even though I turned my back on the Right many, many years ago, I can't help thinking my family was right about paying attention to government. After all, not paying attention by too many dumasses has created what we have today; a totally dysfunctional government being run by a madman and and a gutless stupid group of sycophants.

This new Face Book group, "My political Voice" is a Libtard haven where the choir seems only interested in venting their anger and disappointment over where the country is today. I am not faulting them as , I am also still in full shock mode and not even close to a complete venting. I assume I will only stop when either Trump and the GOP implode completely or I become ashes to be scattered over Blue Job Preserve at some date yet to be determined.

A question meme popped up with a picture of some of the big dogs of the Democratic party. The question pasted at the top of the group photo was "Who's our best hope for 2028?"

My knee jerk reaction was, "What the ...?" This is too soon. The Licking Wounds phase is not over yet. But after some consideration, maybe five months of wringing our hands and our own versions of the "woe is me" performances is long enough; maybe too long. 

This meme was not whining over what was already done, but a meme that is looking forward. Looking forward is what we need to do. Making plans to undermine the testicular vice grip the GOP has on our country's balls is more important than pissing and moaning about how unfair, stupid and evil the mean people on the Right are. Accept that they are evil and have no interest other than power. Funnel our anger into defeating them. This meme is a start.

Instead of picking one of the choices, my comment on which pol would be my choice went:

"Depends on whether the Democrats want to win or just make a statement like they did this last election. Certainly any of the above choices would be better than anyone the Right puts up. But who really has a chance to be elected when morons are making the call? Hope doesn't win elections, but fear and loathing seems to work like a charm."

But if I had to pick a potential candidate for President, I would pick my governor, Janet Mills. She is as hard nosed a pol as has ever come down the pike. She has already crossed swords with the Orange Shit Gibbon. She still stands tall and won't back down. Plain spoken and smart, our country would be in good hands with her at the helm.

As much as I would love to see her in the White House, sadly, she is 77 years old. It is time for a younger candidate. It is time for a candidate who can play the game the same as the Right. No holds barred and in their face. Winning the White House means winning over the idiots, as it seems they are in control now.

So, if I had to choose one of the above pols to run, I would have to by-pass my favorites, Pete, Corey, Kamala, and Beto and go with the blandest looking white man on the page, probably Gov. Newsom. But no matter who the Left picks, you can bank on my support. Anyone but a Republican. And that is so sad. I didn't used to think that way.

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

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I wish I had discovered this tune before the election. I didn't, so better late than not at all will have to do. This is, I assume, a homegrown video using the music of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody". The lyrics, they came up with themselves. Everyone can carry a tune. That is not so in my family. 

Please retroactively enjoy, "Bohemian Trumpsody", by the Marsh Family.

Playing for Change

I joined Facebook quite a few years ago. I have tried other social platforms, but so far, none have set any hooks in me. Facebook suits me just fine. Yeah, it is often frustrating dealing with the arbitrary and stupid rules that come out of the blue. But for the most part, as far as I am concerned, the problems for me are minimal.

Facebook, in cahoots with You Tube, have provided me a means to to expand my love of music to levels I have never considered were available before. 

Not even the early days when I danced around my bedroom to Buddy Holly and the Everly Brothers or later when I danced around high on Acid to Led Zeppelin or Vanilla Fudge, did music affect me like it does today. Facebook / You Tube opened a door to music I never knew was out there. The last 15 years have been an audio paradise for me.

Many of my old fart peers contend the good music stopped once the planet entered the 1980s.

Bullshit. There is more great music out there than ever before. So much good new music worth listening to, I will never have enough time to find and hear it all. If someone claims there is no decent music anymore, well, they are talking out of their asses. There is music flowing back and forth to all parts of the world and back again; sometimes with regional twists that improve the tune in subtle and not so subtle ways. 

The problem is seeing the forest but not noticing the trees. The Internet brought so many new trees into our smaller worlds that it is overwhelming for many of of us contrary old farts. Stuck in our ways, opening our minds to anything new seem fruitless. Listening to "Stairway to Heaven", "War Pigs", or maybe "Tie a Yellow Ribbon around the Old Oak tree" is more than enough musical pleasure, thank you very much. Besides, there ain't any good new music, right?

The non-profit group "Playing for Change" has been around over 20 years now. Their stated goal is "Peace Through Music". Incorporating musicians and artists from all over the planet, they produce music they hope will unite us instead of separate us. Music and Art is maybe the greatest unifying force humans have at our disposal. It's a damn pity more of us don't incorporate more of it into our lives.

Without any more words, please enjoy this fine rendition of  Robert Johnson's great Blues tune, "Crossroads". Check out the many talented contributing artists from far flung areas of the world. Play it loud and be proud. That's American music being shared.

Keep it 'tween the ditches ................................

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Dark Corner

Been gone awhile. There is no specific reason other than being completely disgusted with Americans and what they have allowed to happen in recent years. Tired of the insanity I guess.

Anyway, here is a tune from a group I had never heard of until I heard them while watching the twisted SciFi series "CowBoy BeBop" on Netflix. If you have ever read Old Skool Sci/Fi pulp from the 1950s and 60s, this series will feel familiar. It's a hoot. The real star of the series though is the music. It is awesome.

Okay. The ice has finally been broken ....... again. When I step back from this blog, it is always because something is not right , something is askew, Life is too uneven, too off keel for me.

I withdraw, retire to the internal sanctuary I created as a child when family dysfunctions became too much; too ugly; too dark. My remedies were many; marathon reading and hours spent creating my own worlds. Staying outside until hunger or the dark forced me back in the house. Building a wall with childhood diversions, dreams, and what ifs until my anger or fear of the current family upheaval dissipated.

Beginning to write again is a sign another dark corner has been successfully turned. The dark corner returns to idle mode and patiently waits for me to face it again. The corner is not concerned if I will face it again. It knows I will always come up against it again; I always have. A kind of Yin and Yang cycle I guess. ............ There needs to be balance. It is a constant struggle.

Keep it 'tween the ditches ..........................................

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Here is "Too Good Too Bad", by The Seatbelts ...................... If you like horns, you just might like this.