Time to release the potential promise within to kinetic kindness without. Detonate goodness all over all the place. Boom!
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I Percolate
I’ve been a percolator all my days
Vast amounts of earthbound gasses have percolated through me. Geysers of matter in liquid form and it’s various components have been through the process as well. Every move I make has my many atoms percolating through other atoms on the of surface this rock we call home. While many particles bounce right off, because I am relatively dense, I have retained some of the atoms I have percolated and transformed them through my amazing secret percolation process.
Patent Pending # 276123464581329834265249830498124562340912309`123464.
I have heard tell there are subatomic bits so small that they pass through the space between my various and sundry atomic quarks and quirks so apparently I am not as dense as I appear.
I am glad this rock we inhabit is as dense or more than me so I can stay above ground for the time being. I also appreciate the people who are as dense or denser than me on this chunk of cosmic debris we call earth or I would indeed be a lonely little percolator short and stout. Except when we run into each other. I do not want to break my handle or my spout.
So watch it!
So here I sit percolating away leaving you with this thought.
Et dimanare, ergo sum.
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Here is an unsolicited endorsement for a nice local joint
http://www.perkolatorcoffee.com/
Cool logo they’ve got there and the coffee is good too.
I am certain owners would disavow any knowledge of my bogging activities here if they were aware of said activities.
I’ll have to tell them sometime.
C.U.S.
YOU better BUY this NOW or YOU are DOOOOOOOOOOMED!!!!!!!
I am not a big fan of horsey headlines, but this is the message interwoven in every distraction delivery system I consume.
This seems to be the message in many political campaigns of the day as well.
Believe me.
Or else.
Back in the day I would look at the television.
But now I watch it.
I think my television, cable, satellite, and internet providers are watching me.
Time to go now because I just saw a pharmaceutical advertisement for a pharmaceutical that will alleviate my C.U.S. (Chronic Urgency Syndrome)
Sure hope I can swallow it in time.
So ends another chapter in the Daily Sojourn known as:
The Quest For Urgency
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P.S. Good thing the promise of a television commercial free pay cable and / or satellite and / or internet television diversion delivery system was another hoax perpetrated on the consumer or I never would have found this pharmaceutical rabbit hole to send more dollars down.
Cheese and Meat
Number one son was an aficionado of the Original.
Woe be unto him who tried to foist any New items on him. Perish the thought of Improved items as well. Same for Deluxe. Limited begone. Nope. He wanted the Original.
He was the purist goalie in the family. Try to get anything past him that was not what he considered original, from BBQ sauce to Kraft Italian salad dressing, and the howls could be heard to the Original high heavens.
Anything other than cheese and meat on a burger was grounds to ban that McDonald’s from his Original list. With an added Original pox upon the hapless server who served it up in such an Unoriginal fashion to him.
He was indeed the embodiment of the Original Sin.
He was a terrible consumer in training and the nightmare of all fiduciaries of our growth fetishistic enterprises and nation.
But after years in front of the television soaking in commercials, online Ad culture, and peer pressure he came around as all good potential productivity pods do. Now number one son wants everything new and improved in the world you can possibly imagine.
But since he is one of the Original Millennials he may be too late since the Original promise of trickle down has already been lapped up, swallowed , and sent elsewhere.
Maybe someone has an Original idea to solve this.
I haven’t heard it.
I have observed a lot of very Unoriginal silliness in between the TV commercials, Ad Banners, and pop up ads however.
So I hope he still only wants cheese and meat on his burger.
After all , it’s the Original.
In Praise of Flattery
Flattery will get you everywhere.
Flattery will get you nowhere
When you receive praise from a sycophant is it flattery or is merely living up to the job description?
You know.
Because you are so clever. Yes you are.
Who so clever?
You so clever.
Now can I get a LIKE?
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/flattery/
Please
I Do Miss Steak
I do. I do. I do
Especially when cooked over a charcoal fire. On a Weber. Propane just don’t make it.
But that is my mistake.
No not in the purchase of the propane grill. I only use it. But in choices I made decades before that caused me to end up eating steak rarely. Albeit for numerous economic, ecological, and personal health advise from the experts, textperts, and choking smokers.
Goo goo g’ joob g’ goo goo g’ joob
I’ll stop before further purloining, which would only lead to the inevitable resolution of, “I am the steak man….”
Oops I did it again. I misconstrued the one word Daily Prompt.
Oh no. I stole another song lyric. I hope this will not be mistaken for plagiarism.
Oops. My mistake again.
Where’s Waldo?
“I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the Stern Fact, the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson
There’s Waldo!
But that is not what I am obsessed with. I am obsessed with me.
Me memememememememememememe.
I am my own ever present meme.
Sure you may have thought the statement,”Where ever you go, there you are” was a joke. But it’s not.
It’s true.
Where ever I go I am there.
And it is freakin’ me out man.
That Emerson dude knew. I mean he really knew. This was long before he went into fridges and Hi Fi and stereo stuff. But his stereo’s always needed at least two speakers. It took him until 1969 to figure that one and he needed both Marx and Lennon’s help.
How can you be two places at once when you’re not anywhere at all?
But that makes three. He was really old by then so neither he nor I am inclined to wrestle that whole trinity thing. I take comfort that I may still have time to transcend my obsession with myself since I am nowhere nearly as chronologically gifted as Emerson was even when he first started making radios.
Those were indeed monophonic constructs.
See. Beautiful.
It all starts with one.
Me.
But the key word is starts.
So even though I am stuck lugging the object of my obsession with me where ever I travel and have to experience the world through my obsession’s senses, filter them through my self obsessed brain, share them though my self obsessed mouth or my self obsessed fingers through this self obsessed blog post I have hope.
Through empathy maybe I can have brief flashes of being two places at once and see the world through another’s self obsessed perceptions. If I am really lucky that person I am empathizing with has transcended self obsession and it will reveal a whole new vision of reality.
Kind of like, they’ll tell two friends and I’ll tell two friends ect. ect ect.
Meanwhile I need to get more coffee. See. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me.
I Believe I’m Sinking Down
Oh if only crossroads were so simple. Right. Left. Forward. Or run home and hide under the blankets.
Then again there are intersections that occur, have occurred, are occurring, and will continue to occur in the eternity called now.
Kind of like this: *
Only with an infinite number of lines running through that single point we call now, continuing on into infinity and (for those of you that might be Buzzed) beyond.
So next time someone asks you to get the butter, just remember the options are endless. From explaining dietary implications of, as well as, the inevitable string theory of dairy products in general, oleo and the inherent sins of such marketing obfuscation and chicanery, reenactments from scenes in “Last Tango In Paris” aside, to the full inclusion of just acquiescing to their request in smug silence: try not to be what my pale imitation (as seen above *) of a Kurt Vonnegut illustration alludes to.
So just choose and know we are all just:
After all as my father advised when I was just a sprout, “Go do something even if it is wrong”
Pre-Tensile
Life is too short to be tense.
Past, future , or present.
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For The Birds
Indigo Bunting leaned against the bar and surveyed the lounge with her usual indolence. There he was resplendent in his ultra violet suit wearing his yellow hair all brushed up to a point like the big ol prissy Cockatiel she was looking for.
He seemed the likely eager green volunteer to her next sensuous hoax. But he was anything but a nookie novice.
She did not know then that he used the nam de plume of Nymphicus Hollandicus for his extensive erotic writings all drawn on first wing exploits. Yes his quill had penned many a blue tail.
His beak had been around the block, so to speak.
Indigo was soon to find out that her’s had bitten off more than she could chew.
So she sidled over to the great bird as she lowered the front zipper of her feather tight red jump suit knowing intimately the effect her astonishing cuttlebone cleavage had. Other fowls would flock to cuddle, yet this one just pecked distractedly at the seed scattered on the bar.
In she swooped and she cooed into the colorful spot on the side of his head, “I am going to squeeze you like an orange.”
“I hope so.” Nymphicus Hollandicus replied with a flapping of wings and an early spring preen.
So they flapped and they soared and they warbled and they twittered and they chirped and they trilled each other until the next morn.
But when the rainbow appeared with the sun it was clear, that Nymphicus Hollandicus had taken it on the wing leaving Inigo Bunting perch-less and seed-less.
Oh dear
A Scroll Threw Life 