Time Passages

Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without posting. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Day after day, I succumb to the silent scroll of Twitter without finding one damn thing that I can stretch my legs on.

Oh sure, Tucker Carlson has gone from inert asshole to dangerous asshole, telling viewers of his show to call CPS on people who mask their children outside. He’s also developed some weird, inappropriate high pitched cackle when he thinks he’s said something clever or trenchant. You know, I never really expected him to be this big of an asshole. But he’s going places that Bill O’ Reilly, the demagogue he replaced, would surely have feared to tread.

What have I got for you otherwise? I’m blanking.

Maybe I’m just lazy. Or maybe I’m missing out on the best of the internet by allowing social media to determine what I see and learn. Could be both.

Things are stable, if a little stale. Bipolar is under control, anxiety has been quelled. I suddenly lost my only friend outside this house, one hell of a battle buddy. It is unknown why he left us just yet. I hope that his demons did not cause him to die by his own hand. He was deployed one too many times, and I do know that and he was struggling trying to find help for his PTSD. I will miss his constant contact-we’d bond regularly over weed and Coltrane. It will be weird to not ask him how he’s holding up. Clearly he kept that information from me. He was supposed to give me BBQ tips too. I’ll probably always think of him when I see the smoker I’m going to buy. There’s actually been a bit more death real close-the wife lost her stepdad too. It’s not been the greatest two weeks.

Other than that, the family is in good shape. My oldest graduates high school next month, and I’ll be putting another kid in a driver’s seat come summertime. The wife and I are on a quest to drop some weight. Now that we are vaccinated, we feel OK about returning to the gym.

Musically, I’m currently sampling some Buzzcocks (Operator’s Manual), Smiths (Hatful Of Hollow), and John Cale (Vintage Violence). They’re all ok, nothing mindblowing on the first spin, but none of them made me end the album in medias res. I already knew what the Buzzcocks were capable of so that was like returning to an old friend. Hoping the Cale will show its flavor on the second go-round. The Smiths, I have never been really into and I’m not sure this collection, though important for “How Soon Is Now?”, is going to change my mind.

Have to pick up the damn guitar again. I found a new, easier way to play the main riff of The Stooges’ “Search And Destroy” by watching James Williamson run through it on YouTube so I gotta keep working on all the parts of that legendary tune.

There. Five hundred words of who cares. See you around, or not.

About The Head Seminarian

I went to war, I went to father, I came, I saw, and it is a mess. I wouldn't have it any other way. Shitty people amuse me, people who act like human volcanoes fascinate me like fine art. Life is beautiful, and it is under attack in a manner heretofore unseen in history. I might be writing a blog. Yes, that's all I am doing, now that I think about it. Even I forget sometimes, so we're cool.

Posted on April 29, 2021, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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