Shiver me timbers.....

Remember, it is Talk Like a Pirate Day.  Yes, as Jimmy sings, we are all pirates to one degree or another.

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.

So pull out that eye patch and let that beard grow.  It's okay.... for today.....

The Killers

As some of you know, music plays a big part in my writing and The Killer's song and video "When We Were Young" plays a role in the novel I'm writing right now.  And they have a new album out today and although their first single is more power-pop than some of their earlier work, I find that refreshing.  My musical tastes are all over the place and there is certainly room for some power-pop in everyone's collection.  Especially when it's done this good.

Running to Stand Still

Sometimes you feel like a hamster in a wheel. Running to stand still. I'll let U2 sing it for me. It's time for a change. Time to break free from the wheel.

Counting or Dwelling?

Never learned to count my blessings.

I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.

-Ray LaMontagne

Try Again

Sometimes you just feel stranded. A ship stuck in the shale on the beach, slowly decaying. Your pilot house gets pilfered; your planking comes undone. You are no longer a ship at sea. You are no longer doing what you are meant to be doing. You have lost your way and you have washed up on some shore for someone to take a black and white photograph of. You feel ignoble. Ashamed, perhaps. Lost for sure. Lost. Lost and stuck. Lost and stranded. But someone comes along and picks you up and you try again. You try to regain your humble nobility. You try to regain what you are - what you've lost along the way. You try again to regain that something that kept you from running ashore all those times before. And maybe you will find it and maybe you won't.

But you try again.

Because what else is there to do?