V Agent for Breakfast
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Mute and Not So Mute
The not so mute part:
When I read I tend to juggle books a bit, switching from one to the next. I am reading one behind the scenes look at the birth of our Constitution derived from James Madison's copious notes and another, a distilled version of Ralph Waldo Emerson's Essays. Both interesting books, but the Emerson essays on Self-Reliance are truly riveting. He does speak of god, but not as a being, but an abstract concept that holds every particle of the universe together, interconnecting those particles in a Universal Soul of which we are part. He inspires one to look inside him or herself to find the truth, to find their way in the world. The editor of the book compared it to several radio stations playing at the same time and a person tuning in just one, going beyond the static of every day life to find the god within. Emerson was very Buddhist like in his thoughts. In fact he wrote an essay on transcendentalism and recommended periods of silent thought to allow the true voice to come out. I have a long ways to go through these abridged essays, but I feel very inspired so far. He likened life to a river that has obstacles on one side and clear sailing on the other. It is up to us to recognize our particular talents and allow then to guide us through the unobstructed part of the river.
Sad but I remember banging my head against the desk in high school trying to induce unconsciousness to make the lessons on Emerson stop, but now have a very different point of view and find in them answers to questions that have plagued me for some time. The interconnection between everything in the universe, including myself and my fellow man is something that I have long thought about and these essays are bringing it all into sharp focus. The title of the book is "Self-Reliance: The Wisdom of Ralph Waldo Emerson as Inspiration for Daily Living," edited by Richard Whelan.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
All Show, No Go
Lots of clouds but no snow for Santa's sleigh unfortunately. Despite the the lack of snow, Santa did visit the Big Banks with bags of taxpayer loot for major bailouts. This is what happens when your economy is run on greed and the government prints more money out of thin air. It is time to go old school and back our currency with precious metal and not loan money to people that can't pay it back, Also time to cut foreign aid that finances despots while their citizens starve and drink out of mud puddles.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Cravens and me would pile into his green ‘56
Case of Pabst between us on the seat
Long dry trip to Onalaska and beyond.
I was Timberwolf then, yet another persona
Another life with failure in the wind
Long hair drinking too much
A rabid howling beast
All too ready to cut loose
Making a stop in some no name town for more beer, empties rattling in the back,
Keeping time wihth the staticy AM radio
First stop was Bev and Bill’s
Clapboard corner bar
Plastic Pabst Blue Ribbbon sign sa becon
To thristyt ravelerws
Blue collar crowd of men
Wives wondering where they were
Or knowing qall to well
Country on the juke box
Not the crap they play to day but the good stuff
Charcoal Charlie and the bunch
Keys in the mail box
Thank God and Greyhound She’s Gone
ARednecks, White Socks, and Blue Ribbon Beer
A piture on the house
Off into the wild night for dinner
Then the Macumba club, formally the Surf
The Office, the
Come across the Lacrosse bunch
Won’t drink a beer with any old man
Unless he is a Sig Pi Man
Invited to a to do at the Chapter House Saturday night
Crashing in Craven’s basement
Waking late lunch with his folks, big plans for the night
Off to the Sig Pi House at WSU-L
The twins dad worked at Hielmans so they got beer for free
A Keg of the Green Death already tapped
A blur of names and secret handshakes
Blow through the keg BSing over the Beach Boys
Then off to hit the strip downtown.
On the stage at the Blue Tiger someone’s grandma peeling down to a G-string
The Grainbelt taste slike panther piss
The next girl scrawny an dout of step with the music,
On to the next bar and the next
Oen hidden away in the back of some rundown hotel
Barry mixes the best Bloody Mary’s in the world
Must be the
Crashing on the Chapter Hosue floor
Wake early to find breakfastsmell of fryng bacon
Stomach revolts \
And I run to be alone
Defile a cannon made from the plates
Of The Old
But feel myself again
Hook back up with Cravens, a trip to the Bluff
The scenic overlook
Scattered with empty beer cans and used prophylactics testifying to lost virginities
But a gorgeous view of the valley
Hit some dive at the bottom of the hill
Dog bites, beer tastes good
Hair of the dog that bit
Back on the road, stopping for another case of beer for the trip
Screaming down the road on back to Platteville.
Happy Constitution Day
This celebrates when the US dumped the Articles of Confederation and adopted a document that unified 13 squabbling states into a unified country, established a bicameral government with an executive and judiciary branch providing a system of checks and balances.
Now wouldr be a good time for Americans to reread the document produced by our founding fathers and our government to return to the wisdom of those constitutional authors.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Mr. Desert is not Your Friend
I love hiking out into the desert, but there are a lot of things out there that aren't happy to see you. Most everything bites, stings, scrapes, scratches, or stabs. As if that weren't enough it is easy to dehydrate, the sweat evaporates so quickly that you don't notice it until you suddenly pass out. Despite all that it is an interesting place to visit. I've been in other people's deserts and so far I prefer ours.