A Few More Random Musings

I like to debate and I like to argue. I like to get the last word, but what does it all matter. I sometimes hold a grudge.

I like Pepsi and I like coke.

When I was a younger man, so much younger than today I never need anyones help in any way. But I still needed ice cream.

A good pizza, a good beer and a clear summer night- this is the recipe for a good time.

I miss being able to eat with reckless abandon. I miss being able to survive for months at a time on 3 hours sleep. I don’t miss being a poor college student.

People I would have liked to have met:

King David, Samson, Martin Luther King, Abraham Lincoln, Shoeless Joe Jackson, David Ben-Gurion, Casey Stengel, Harriet Tubman, Teddy Roosevelt, Ghandi, Winston Churchill, Julius Caesar, Leonardo Davinci, Galileo, Shakespeare, Mark Twain, Edgar Allen Poe, JRR Tolkien, and Benjamin Franklin. There are others.

If I had a hammer there might be a hole in the wall I am staring at.

Three Blind Mice, see how they run. What are the odds of finding three blind mice? What are the odds of finding all three together?

If I could relive a year of my life it would be 1988, or maybe 1985.

If I could go back in time I’d be rich.

If I could still dunk a basketball I still wouldn’t be in the NBA.

If I had to pick one movie to watch I might have to poke out my eyes. I don’t know if I can do that.

I once hit a guy in the head with the bible. It was in a hotel courtesy of The Gideons. I don’t know who the hell they are but they do get around.

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  1. Jack's Shack April 22, 2006 at 6:51 am


    That was interesting.


    Actually it would be 1987-88 which was my freshman year of college. It was a hell of a lot of fun. Just good times and great memories.

    Freedom, I remember the freedom and so much else.

    Things are great now, but there are those days where I miss being 19.

  2. Richmond April 21, 2006 at 9:55 pm

    Wow. How did you manage to pick your one year to relive?? I can’t quite put my finger on one….

    But I wouldn’t mind rewinding to the *body* I had in either one of the years you mentioned.

  3. Mirty April 21, 2006 at 5:36 pm

    I Chop Some Parsley While Listening to Art Blakey’s Version of “Three Blind Mice”

    by Billy Collins

    And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
    If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,
    and I think of the poor mother
    brooding over her sightless young triplets.

    Or was it a common accident, all three caught
    in a searing explosion, a firework perhaps?
    If not,
    if each came to his or her blindness separately,

    how did they ever manage to find one another?
    Would it not be difficult for a blind mouse
    to locate even one fellow mouse with vision
    let alone two other blind ones?

    And how, in their tiny darkness,
    could they possibly have run after a farmer’s wife
    or anyone else’s wife for that matter?
    Not to mention why.

    Just so she could cut off their tails
    with a carving knife, is the cynic’s answer,
    but the thought of them without eyes
    and now without tails to trail through the moist grass

    or slip around the corner of a baseboard
    has the cynic who always lounges within me
    up off his couch and at the window
    trying to hide the rising softness that he feels.

    By now I am on to dicing an onion
    which might account for the wet stinging
    in my own eyes, though Freddie Hubbard’s
    mournful trumpet on “Blue Moon,”

    which happens to be the next cut,
    cannot be said to be making matters any better

  4. Jack's Shack April 21, 2006 at 3:34 pm

    Houston- Sometimes I just babble.

    Mirty- Nope, never read him.


    That is why I call this place random thoughts.

  5. Pragmatician April 21, 2006 at 12:29 pm

    definitely the most diverse pots I’ve read in a while.

  6. Mirty April 21, 2006 at 12:25 pm

    Three Blind Mice, see how they run. What are the odds of finding three blind mice? What are the odds of finding all three together? Billy Collins wondered the same thing. Are you reading poetry?

  7. Houston April 21, 2006 at 4:38 am

    Funny, in a poignant sort of way.

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