Not redemption

One of my favorite writers is another blog writer, I found once and have followed on a fairly regular basis. I was writing on a regular basis once upon a time. My life was a bit more interesting then but not particularly. Not that my life is uninteresting now, it’s just … well yeah.

The other writer is an amazing writer at least to me I read the words and it inspires me to be a better writer… hopefully I’ll figure that one out one day.

However tonight is not the night things will get dramatically better. I have been preoccupied by a thought lately and my other favorite writer seems to be in the same place in a sense of things but not sharing the same physical space.

The preoccupying thought is more an evaluation than a thought a summary of things if you will, yet not being willing to say what the evaluation is, it lessens the seriousness of the idea, or lets your imagination if you care enough to imagine the gravity of the introspection.

Failing previously, mostly at trying to pinpoint my distain for the fraud. I don’t know that Jerry would care but then to I wonder perhaps he might. However, my significance to him is nil and his to me is not monumental but worthy of mention. Somewhere between disgust and loathing and indifference. The latter is the biggest thing, but it isn’t the same indifference I have about other things. Mainly the indifference is that it won’t matter because the fraud is so far beyond the real it is just a wasted effort to say you are a fraud. Why try to create this image that isn’t real, well I’m sure that those you’ve created it for are duly impressed but the façade you are presenting. Bravo. I suppose my question other than why, is this, do you really know who you are anymore, all the posturing, posing, being other than you I would think after 40 years of the work you would be tired of the show and lost any clue as to who you are.

Everyone pointed to Jerry saying he must have been mad and undone, the hatter in the present day, lost in open field, and other negative things. Perhaps he was the monster but if he knew he was the monster better to impose a prison of your own construction than society choosing one for you.

Isn’t that fraud you create your prison


In other news…

Only slightly less than insignificant my favorite super bowl ads were, in an order but not in order of preference

- VW punch game - VW
- kid slap - dorito
- betty white/abe vigoda - snickers
- milk-ah- wut - etrade


More snow? Maybe…..


That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,