KINI SURU NA

I woke up all smiles today, and not that I tried, but I just couldn't stop smiling. Sometimes you just have to put all your worries aside. Hence the title KINI SURU NA, don't worry about it, in Japanese. I put on LITTLE FEAT WAITING FOR COLUMBUS and my slip slops, what most people with the exception of Samuel Schroeder (the toddler from previous post) refer to as flip flops. Today they were sailing shoes. So in order I call these photos STEPPIN' ON THE BOULEVARD, THE BUTTERFIELD BLUES BAND SELLS OUT, I WISH I WERE IN DIXIE (this area is referred to as Dixie/the south of UT) MORE THAN A KODAK MOMENT, THIS IS HALLMARK, FARMERS MARKET BLUE/GRASS AND SUNSHINE, WHAT IF THEY HAD AN ENLISTMENT AND NOBODY CAME? (please, no don't ask don't tell jokes), THE CIRCUS IS ALWAYS IN TOWN, VINTAGE AMERICANA.

Is it just me or does this guy look like a slimmed down Steve Reynolds? I'll tell you all about him at a later date. For starters he sure could cook up some seriously nasty ribs

Seems Like Such A Long Time

But then again only yesterday. Four weeks ago was my last day at work with the deteriorating brick & mortar sector of Barnes & Noble. It seems as tho it was a year ago. At the same time back on the 15th I hit my 20 year mark on the stomping the daylights out of the tar addiction. Now that seems like only yesterday. Ask a shrink what that means. In those 20 years I have been here, there, and nowhere. In shape, out of shape, pariah, piranha. Now I just am...Smiling. Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Its just nice to be back in the desert doing pushups with the lizards. I miss riding along the river, but I see a couple hills that I want to conquer. I am sure they will kill me at one point or another, but not on the first try. It is kind of like riding up Cheraw Drive in Saugus CA.

I cant wait to get settled in. My bike doesn't like being chauffeured around. Plus I am tired of driving around a loaded van.

In closing let me show you what I call FACE ROCK and EEL ROCK

Rock'n Me

Well I've been lookin real hard and I'm tryn ta find a job but it just keeps gettin tougher every day.

Well you know that its true. This is the hardest I've ever looked for a job. I would say 30 places in two weeks. For me that is a lot of effort. I have always thought that looking for a job is worse than having one no matter how bad your current job is. However this time looking is a better option than staying in the...I don't even have a word for it...how about this, arena of absurdity, that was/is the Barnes & Noble store I worked at. I see that since I left their stock has dropped.

Any who oo oo

So yeah, I have gotten NO responses. In my head I feel as tho all of these places have missed out. Even if it is a job I am inexperienced at or unable to do a company should hire me just for entertainment purposes. I can regale other workers with tales of adventure and stupidity. Could it be my scarred cranium that is scaring them off? Maybe they sense that I am too strong. Even the tentative job that inspired me to come down here didn't pan out. Having met with the guy on Monday and being told he would call me at the end of the week I have to say that I am disappointed not so much in not getting the job, but rather the lack of professionalism in not calling to tell me "So sorry Charlie". (I kind of knew I wouldn't get the job. Just too small of a market)

Maybe I should take professional sperm donor off of my resume'.

cinnanom rolls, barley wine, and blue cotton candy clouds

yes it is a good nite. thanks for asking.
sometime not all the time.
did darwin create evolution?
what did he say about the human eye?
i agree with him on a lot of points.
on others that remains to be seen.
time loves a hero.
Lowell George is a greater man than darwin!
That's my theory and I expect it to be taught in schools.
Lowell brings/brought smiles to more faces than darwood.
Now that's evolution, revolution. Hope its not too late for
change in America. Evolve into self reliance, not co dependence.

White people with dreadlocks?

Yes it is a bit of an oxymoron. Most white dreadlocked idiots you see are in college. They still have a chance to become educated and see how ridiculous they look. Many will wear Bob Marley t-shirts and speak of legalizing marijuana. That alone should tell you to ignore them. Peter Tosh was the pundit of pot. He was the political warrior where as Marley was more inclined to the pop side, both bringing in their spiritual theosophy. The even greater irony is that all these kids with the dreads and Marley shirts disclaim religion. Their religion is disclaiming religion...and postponing their education. I suppose that is easy when your parents are paying your way. Quite dreadful indeed!

Sadly now even reggae is dead, murdered by hip hop, rap, and cocaine (and white boys with dreadlocks) . I say keep listening to Tosh,Marley, and Cliff, but also seek out others of the 70's and 80's. The early Wailing Souls are wonderfully simplistic, but an album I put out to you is Culture "LION ROCK". Great reggae with a strong spiritual message.

Remember, when you say you hate religion your religion becomes hate. Even atheist believe in something or else there wouldn't be "theist" in their title. I believe in disbelief? Yes sir you do. I believe in forgive and forget.

My point? You tell me.
Thanks

Another trip in the way back machine

I suppose yesterday really isn't all that way back, but yesterday I went for a stroll in my new surroundings. Being a hot and sunny day I decided to stop in at a place I have seen every day since I got here in Saint George. It is called Nielsen's frozen custard. Once inside it was if you had stepped back in time to the late 50's early 60's. Red vinyl booths, white laminate tables, and those good old stainless napkin dispensers. Aside from that the decor was lacking, but the feel was there. I ordered myself a turtle sundae and drifted back to childhood.

Every now and then on a lazy summer evening (and winter too I suppose) my mom or dad would pipe up with "Who wants a sundae?". Instead of going a block away to Boy Blue, or six blocks away to Baskin Robbins we would take the four mile drive to Gillies frozen custard stand (We went even further for pizza). I would usually have a turtle, my oldest sister the fudge mallow mint, my mom would have a zombie, and I'm sure all the others had their favorites. I'll have to make more visits to Nielsen's, once I get a job that is, and help them fill their walls with nostalgic artifacts while I fill my belly with cold goodness.

You May Be Sleeping In A Ford Or Sleeping In A King Sized Bed

So last nite I wound up sending a text that said "you may be sleeping in a Ford or sleeping in a king sized bed". The reason for that is that I was sleeping in a Ford. I was 3/4 of the way from Richland WA to St George UT when I decided it was best I eat, drink, and be weary. Today I am in St George wondering how many times I have to put myself thru this. Its the same story the crow told me. Its the only one he knows. Tired of my job, or more so my boss and her useless cronies, and no hope of transferring in the company I ...wait, I feel a Dylan line coming on, its from an alternate version of Tangled Up In Blue..."put it all down and split". I have a couple tentatives. One job and one place to live. I need the place to live first to make it easy to transition into a new job. Its like throwing all of the pieces of a puzzle into the air and expecting it to hit the floor as one.

So tonight I sit in a motel room. thirty one bucks for a place that is three times better, no five, than my old apt. If you put this in a big city it is a two hundred dollar suite. Stainless fridge and mic, granite counter and matching bar height table, seven foot leather couch , contrasted by an antique style armoire, night stand and I think they call it a sleigh style queen sized bed (but just the head board). Plus cold cold air. There is also a pretty nice desk. I may inquire as to a monthly rate. After all I have no bed, couch....

So up until now I haven't told anyone in my family. Not that they would worry but just that I was/am worried. Twenty five years ago, or even five years ago for that matter, such a move was no big deal. I was so much older then I'm younger than that now.