I BeLIEve an Apology is Owed

     Ugh, I feel the need to apologize to a certain Vegas magician.  See, about 14 years ago, this guy was on some obscure TV show, and I was blown away by him.  I thought his style was fantastic, and I went so far as to find his website and send him an email saying that he should come to Vegas.  He responded with a "Thanks!" and other stuff that I don't recall now.  Fast forward a few years and a few more TV spots later, and low and behold, there he is...right on the Strip in big letters!  Headlining his own show.  Wow! 

     I was able to see this show and well... lets just say it did not meet my expectations.  Maybe it was an off night.  Maybe it was the dove that crapped on my friend's leg during the show (yes, that happened).  Maybe it was the fact that our seats were positioned in the wrong part of the theatre and we could actually see the strings.  Whatever the case... I was not blown away.  I was embarrassed. 

      Since then I have made vague negative comments regarding his show and his "new" persona to people when his name is mentioned, always feeling a twinge of guilt.

     Then I started realizing all the things that he does for Las Vegas.  Sure, he may be a goofball, and his tricks may have looked better on TV, but he uses his success to help others.  I heard today that our local women's shelter was in need of kitty litter (they not only house women and children, but also their pets - which I think is awesome), and who was down there within an hour with about 30 bags of litter?  This magician!  Of course he was.  He cares, and in this day and age, that's a magical thing. 

      I apologize for making fun of his show.  I've heard that it's been revamped, and I hope they used invisible strings now...and potty trained doves! 

Peace Out, Man!

     It’s true that we are all unique products of special ingredients (genes).  In theory there are an infinite number of alternate universes out there where each one of us have grown up under different circumstances, but, we will never be able to know if the other “us’s” turned out different or the same.  The idea that our environment alters our course through life is an inaccurate theory because, as of yet, I don’t believe that anyone has successfully ventured to another dimension and back to find out if this is true. 
 
     That’s where the idea of a collective unconscious comes from.  There are things that societies in general seem to agree upon, no matter what society that is.  Child abuse is bad – everyone tends to agree on that for the most part (yet, it still happens).  Cruelty to animals is bad (again, most everyone seems to agree on that) but it still happens.  The collective unconscious of the entire body of living people that have walked the earth, or are currently walking it, seem to be in the constant pursuit of peace.
    
     So, why is violence and chaos still rampant?  Because “peace” is a matter of personal definition, and the path to peace is as varied as the definition.  No one likes to be uncomfortable.  And, what one person may find uncomfortable, someone else may find comfort in.  

     So, I submit there will ultimately be no world peace.  None!  And the reason is because we cannot agree on a definition.     

Texting

     Communication used to take weeks, or even months.  Now, it’s instantaneous.  But, have we accepted it?

     I have to share a story that’s been nagging at me ever since it happened over a year ago.  I received a text message from a guy-friend one afternoon.  It was a joke.  As I was busy, I didn’t reply right away.  Later that night, around midnight, I tapped out a reply then went to sleep.  The next morning I woke up to no less than 8 missed calls from his phone number, and a recorded message from him that morning.  Apparently, his new wife had wondered who would be sending him a text at midnight and completely flipped out that it was a woman.  She proceeded to call me at least 7 times, but left no message.  That morning, he woke up, checked his phone, saw my text (and her return calls), and braced himself for the onslaught of her coming wrath.  The voice mail he left me that morning was an apology; he was quite embarrassed by her behavior.  It’s no surprise they aren’t together anymore.

     I view texting as a placeholder for conversation.  We’re all super busy, and personally, if I don’t write something down as soon as I think of it, it might not be there when I finally have time to call someone.  So, I text.  It might be midnight, it might be 5am.  If you’re on the receiving end of one of those messages, and it happens to wake you, then you should have had your notification dinger turned off.  Do you not realize that you are in charge of your phone?  Turn it off at night if you don’t want a text.  The “placeholder” text I sent will be waiting for you in the morning. 

     Back in the days of the Pony Express, do we really think that people wrote letters only during the hours of 8am until 8pm?  I think not.  I imagine people wrote letters by candlelight in the middle of the night, when their minds were clear and the house was quiet.  Just like me….texting a reply to my friend about his joke at midnight.  Innocently. 

     Technology is moving forward at a pace that people with small minds can’t keep up with. 

(No, this is not me.  I got this image at: http://www.zenbedrooms.com/blog/index.php/is-sleep-texting-the-new-sleep-walking/)

 

 

40

I think there’s some mistake.  I feel 26…maybe 28, but not 40.  What happened? 

I can’t say I’m disappointed with the ride so far though.  But, then again, I do love roller coasters!

 

As I write this, my life has come full circle.   I am living in my childhood home, and my son is sleeping in my childhood bedroom. Life is sweet. 
 

I’ve seen amazing things and met amazing people. 

 

And, I'm speechless.

 

Ambien and Lortab

     I recently found this email from about a year ago buried in an account I no longer log into.  Apparently, I had sent this note to myself in a stupor fueled by a monster migraine that I self medicated.  No, this is not a regular occurrence.  So...here is the actual text of the "note to self" that I sent a year or more ago...and I actually had some pretty good thought patterns at the time...

"This is going to be interesting. Iam in an altered brain state writing this. I had the headache from hades earlier that persisted through lowly devices, like tylenol and forehead tapping and pushing. Damn, still there. Concluded the event was worthy of a lortab from my slendering supply. Also, figured an ambien was useful too, as lortab usually makes me wide awake. I haven't seen Golum this time, maybe I won't. He is nice enough.
So, essentially I wanted to walk up a few steps, seee if I got a good view from my parking spot. Look ay whats going on with other people. I've never understood weapons collectors. So crazy. Always a family. Ultimate peer pressure there. My family has many diverse interests. We each pursue them alone. So, the official approach is rathet lonely but less distracting
So, in concussion  drugs arent really bad. It's alll in how you use then and what you do with them. you can be magical!!!!!
Sent from my Verizon Wireless Phone"