I expect to be around for a while yet, but I don’t see myself reaching a ripe, old age. That kind of sucks when you consider that I already feel like I’m thirty years behind schedule.
This won’t go over well with my friends who are all about Bernie Sanders, but I got up today wondering if Mr. Sanders is going to hand the White House over to the GOP clown car. I love Bernie Sanders, and would love to see him as president. But…
I’m from North Carolina. I’ve put up with the Confederate battle flag all of my life, and used to have that outlook. “Aw, let the rednecks have their flag. Who’re they really hurting?” But it was more benign when I was young.
Sadly, in the aftermath of the terrorist acts in Charleston, South Carolina, the ongoing dialogue in many circles has not been over the hatred that motivated the shooter, but upon the Confederate battle flag flying over the capitol building in Columbia.
I like Michael B. Jordan. But I’ve found myself conflicted over his casting as Johnny Storm (aka The Human Torch) in the reboot of the Fantastic Four movie franchise. Not for the reasons many people will automatically assume, though. I’m not at all invested in the Fantastic Four franchise.
My first official band wasn’t such a great experience, in the end, but it’s true that you never forget your first. That was near the end of 1986. As far as I know, the video embedded here is the only video of this version of the RMS band.
Something to put our human struggles into perspective; to paraphrase a comment in the article, those aren’t noisy pixels. Those are freaking stars. If you’re not sure what that means, consider that our sun is a star, and it has planets orbiting it.
I recently stumbled across an article on Loudwire.com titled, “20 Best Rock Songs of 2014”, and it included handy video embeds of all the songs. Well, you know me. I disagreed with some of the songs on the list. So I made my own damned list.
I started writing the introduction to the Mama Peggy cookbook today. I don’t know what we’re going to wind up with, but I know it needs to be done. It’s high-time I got a move on with it. If you don’t know what this is, my mother, Peggy Chaney, always wanted to put together a cookbook.
We must always continue on, fighting and hoping that what matters is breathing, and today itself is defiance for us, the crazy ones, for whom our restless human existence is thought. We breathe in. We breathe out. We keep moving.