Scratchy and Random
Usually when I get sick, it starts with a scratchy feeling in the back of my throat…like a mild chile pepper seed caught just beyong my uvula’s reach. It generally goes pretty quickly from there. One day scratchy, the next day sick. I’m a little concerned. Scratchy Throat has been teasing me for about five days now. No illness. Just Scratchy Throat. I’m starting to think I might be sick but just don’t realize it. I think there’s a lot going on around me that I don’t notice.
Here’s a thought…”Life As We Know It” creates an energy by pursuing “Life As We Want It.” The two will never reach an equalibrium. And in turn, the energy created by one pursuing the other fuels the initial life (sort of a self-perpetuating engine) and a life beyond it. That life beyond it is actually the equalibrium the two seek, but cannot reach.
That’s sort of been bouncing around in my head for the last few days and I didn’t really want to say it out loud because it sounds like some dime store philosophy that I gave up years ago while aimless circling a swimming pool with my buddy Gary. We were talking about anarchy at the time, but I think it was the peak of my dime store philosophy years. There is a certain headiness in the freedom of knowing nothing while thinking you know everything.
So, Live Music Weekend is over. I don’t have any more live music plans until Dec. 14th. In fact, I don’t have many plans at all. My birthday is coming up but I don’t find much excitement in that.
Here’s something else that’s been lounging around in my tempoary vocabulary files…Ass Chaff. Sounds sort of crude, doesn’t it? Not even sure exactly what I mean by it, but I’d really life to call somone that. “Hey, Ass Chaff, get outta my way!”
The Weatherman is threatening to cut my Indian Summer off.
The cops are getting ready to charge somone in Melissa’s death. She’s the one they found strangled in the trunk of her car.
Okay, that’s it. I think the Scratchy Throat has moved on to my brain.