naked trees gently swaying underneath the overcast sky.
and so it goes. so it goes…
“It is possible that I am dreaming right now and that all of my perceptions are false.”
~ Rene Descartes, Philosopher ~ 1596 – 1650
10:00 p.m. its dark. Its quiet.
a new day. a normal life.
the winds of March are doing their thing, again.
“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.”
~ John Burroughs
drab. dark. gloomy. shitty. crappy day.
you meet all kinds of people in the supermarket, laundromat, drug store, and other places. but you knew that.
she’s all sunshine, bouyancy and giggles.
friday afternoon at the supermarket. chaos.
A hot and sticky night in the city. Nadia’s a/c doesn’t work, so she lay awake all night. She looked at the alarm clock, and saw it was 3:00 a.m., and suddenly she heard a woman screaming loudly, and she decided to look out the window, and saw a man beating an older woman. Nadia got on her cell phone, dialed 911, and told the police what was going on. A few minutes later a couple of cruisers arrived, and immediately called for an ambulance. A third cruiser happened to be nearby, and spotted a man from the description Nadia gave them. The police questioned the guy, who was three sheets to the wind, and saw his hands were marked from the beating he gave the woman. They cuffed him, read him his rights, and stuck his ass in the back seat of the police car, and took him for booking.
spill the beans. face gets redder.
to know thyself, works for me.
I get tired watching other people work. do you?
3:00 a.m. in the Eastern Time Zone is dark, possible moon shining, and stars, not so many with all the light pollution, in the cities. To go along with the darkness, is silence, not 100% but close enough. And most people are sound asleep, and missing the all the goodness that 3:00 a.m. brings to the table.
The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth.
~ Niels Bohr
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”
~ Elie Wiesel
Sun is shining. Birds are happy.
it would be nice, when you go to the store for a loaf of bread, and it is already toasted, and each loaf had a light toast, another would be medium, the other would be dark toast. think of the time saved while you take out the slices of your favorite toast, knowing that you didn’t have to use the toaster, and the electricity you save. its like going green, and saving time, energy and money.
the words regurgitate from the brain, down into the spine, then down through both arms straight on to the fingers on both hands, in which they do their diligent job of typing the words, which have flown freely from its beginning of its journey. voila! the job is completed. the story is written.
when I am out and about and need some inspiration, I seek out my guru who is sitting on one of the benches in the downtown square. buy him a coffee and a bagel, and he’s in his glory, filling my down and out brain a boost of enthusiastic goodwill and beautiful words to live by
everything is going well with me, in the niche of the planet I inhabit.
just read my horoscope (Aquarius), and it said I will not see eye-to-eye with family, friends and relative. conversations can be rancorous, and one sided. best to keep a tight lip, and let the time of day move on.
still alive and kicking
I’m taking a break from posting, as I need to tend to other matters. I don’t have any idea If and when I will return.
*Born: March 12, 1922 – Died: October 21, 1969
“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.”
~ Bertrand Russell
Watching life go by in the rear view mirror.
Since the old gray matter, aka the brain, seems to have gone on vacation. Its drawing blanks, so can’t come up with a scintilla of an idea of what to say, write, type, whatever. How long its going to be away, is anybody’s guess. Just don’t expect any postcards from it, saying wish you were here, you’d have a good time, yada, yada, yada. All I can say is, I hope you are having a good time.
Without much sleep, I am sitting here, cup of coffee beside me, reading blog posts, and trying to figure out, what the hell am I doing up, when I should have gone back to bed. Of course there’s the nap routine, then there’s countless cups of strong, black coffee. Then there’s just go with the flow, and see what comes of it.
“A good friend is a connection to life – a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.”
~ Lois Wyse, Author ~ 1926 – 2007
I’ve been wondering if anything exciting, bad or both happened in London, England, at 3:00 a.m.. GMT. Are there people up and about, and what were they doing, probably some things not wanting to know about.
“Life does not come with instructions on how to live, but it does come with trees, sunsets, smiles and laughter, so enjoy your day.”
~ Debbie Shapiro, Author ~ Born: 1953
slouched on the couch
life is good
Morning thought: coffee, self medicating stimulant.
Sunday morning. Somewhat awake. Need coffee.
“Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?”
~ Bret Easton Ellis, Novelist ~ Born: March 7, 1964
Sunday silence. Sunday sun. Sunday serenity.
Today is the new normal, to be replaced tomorrow by the new normal, and the next day a new normal will commence. See the pattern? Just a thought.
Better to write it right, and/or writes it write.
Naked trees. Crows cawing. Blue sky.
Quietude and darkness at 3:00 a.m. For most people, both are conducive to a good night’s sleep. Just a thought.
“The people of the United States are one of the people I most admire in the world. The only thing I don’t understand is why a country that manages to do so well cannot do better in choosing its president.”
~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez
a beautiful day
A hot and humid night in the city. People without a/c, having a hard time trying to get any sleep. Some of them choose to go outside, sitting on the stoops at 3:00 a.m. They see there are quite a few of their fellow citizens, doing the same thing. Talking and watching the few cars and trucks pass their homes. After a while some will go back inside, and give sleep another try, knowing in a couple of hours, some will be off to their jobs, and others call in sick.
Physicist – Born: January 24, 1947
When strolling the sidewalks, and pathways of the parks, you are more than likely will meet some interesting people, from all walks of life.
Another night of cold, gusty winds.
lost in thoughts
Funny how shit may sometimes happen at 3:00 a.m.
Oh happy days
Etched in clay
Oh happy days
In a loving way
Coffee: it livens up the mood.
It’s a feeling Tom relishes in life. Driving on the interstate at 3:00 a.m. He loves the freedom of the open road, considering he is one of the few cars, along with the tractor trailers, doing the long haul. When he is cruising at the set speed control, he pops in one of his favorite jazz cds, and it keeps him in a relax state of mind.
Strong winds. Power outages. Nature’s doing.
Doing meditation atop a snow pile.
The strong gusts of wind woke Joann from a sound sleep. She peered at the clock, and it was exactly 3:00 a.m. She got out of bed, and the hardwood floor felt cold. She checked the thermostat, and it was 63 degrees. She turned on the heat, went the bathroom to do her business, and when she was done, and the heat never went on. She checked the thermostat to see if she set it to the right temperature. So her next move was to check the oil tank, and lo and behold, the thank was empty. She went back upstairs, and called her oil company she does business with, and told them she was out of oil, and could they send someone to her home and make a delivery. The woman at the oil company said they can make a delivery within an hour, and there would be a $50.00 surcharge. She asked why about the charge, and she was told that it was off hours, and they had to pay the driver time and a half. If she didn’t want to pay the charge, then she would have to wait till 8:00 a.m., or shortly there after. She decided to have them deliver the much need oil, and vowed never to let it happen again.
When the new heating season begins in the fall, she will have automatic delivery, and so she will never have to go through without oil, ever again.
“To be is to be perceived (Esse est percipi).” Or, “If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?”
~ George Berkeley
Drumming my fingers on the table. Waiting for the new normal to arrive.
“People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don’t know is what what they do does.”
~ Michel Foucault, Philosopher – Born: October 15, 1926 – Died: June 25, 1984
Averroes, Philosopher – Born: April 14, 1126-Died: December 10, 1198
A brand new month is upon us. March, which has 31 days, means there are 31 3:00 a.m.s. Anything may or will happen at that early hour of the morning. Its a wait and see, or beware of the unknown.