Clean Up Your Act

The Shmata Queen once told me if I didn’t kiss her several times a day she would be quite cross with me. I asked what that meant and she said it could result in her crossing her legs.

I told her I might just let her do that and say no to her advances and she was none to pleased telling me that would be quite rude.

I laughed and asked her if she wanted more insight into what men sometimes go through. 😉

Now that we have covered that nonsense it is time to focus on the more pressing issue of cleaning up our act here.

Yes, this joint has some pressing needs that require attention. It is what happens when you change themes and make adjustments.

In addition to the standard broken links that show up regardless of what we do there are other technical issues that have to be addressed.

Little goblins that have created issues all over this place causing it to look unprofessional and unkempt.

Soon we shall attend to changing them…I hope. 🙂

The Words I Can’t Write Or Can I?

Got less than three minutes to throw a few things down upon the page. A chance to try to put down the words I can’t write or can I.

Maybe I ought to use music and let it speak for me and then agonize over whether the songs tell the tale as I want, hope and wish it to be told.

 

 

It is not easy getting older, now is it.

Kind Of A Test Post…Sort Of

The ape ought to jump off the page and slap some sense into me.

He ought to tell me to give up, move on and walk away from some things but he won’t and it probably wouldn’t matter.

I am going to do what I am going to do until my gut says I don’t what had to be done.

It is not just because the heart wants what the heart wants either but because I hear music and I am following it.

In the interim I have undergone one hell of a battle to recover and restore this place. Came within a heartbeat of losing every damn thing here.

Given the lackluster efforts to keep the doors open and the blog breathing you might wonder if I care.

The answer is I do and I suspect a few others do too.

So if you stick around I expect you’ll see some movement here…soon.

The Undying Blog

Your friend Traveling Jack hasn’t given up blogging or forgotten about you and the joint that started the ride.

He still lives, breathes and writes albeit in other places but not without regard or thought for those who only know him here.

Sometimes he thinks about writing with the sort of blistering honesty he hasn’t used in quite some time.

It is not because he doesn’t want to or hasn’t felt the need in forever because he has but there are consequences to opening yourself up in that manner.

Consequences that you can’t control or predict with the sort of accuracy one would like.

You could end up as Ozymandias or the Passionate shepherd–maybe both.

The Undying Blog

So here at The Undying Blog we reaffirm that which we haven’t said in forever.

We say that those who remember the days of Judy, Hamilton Guy and Willie remember a love that doesn’t just flame out and go away no matter what others may say.

We say that ring of fire burns and that you have to make an active choice to follow or ignore.

The decision isn’t simple or easy and at this time doesn’t require a life long commitment nor does one decision preclude making another.

But that is now and who can say what we will experience down the road.

Maybe the words of the prophet shall come back to haunt us or maybe they shall lead to healing.

And let us say, “amen.”

Let us say some loves last and some fizzle but even those that fizzle can spark up again and remind us of the warmth they can provide.

And that warmth can be felt and seen, like a star in the night sky it can help you find your way back.

Confusion may accompany it, but only that caused by a refusal to take action.

Birth Of Days

Some of you know Jack Steiner is not my real name and that January 1 is not my real birthday.

When I started blogging in 2003 or was it ’04 I wanted the ability to write freely without concern about some things.

Not because what I had to share was so controversial or crazy but because I just wanted to write and not be questioned by family/friends.

I wanted to just let go and be free.

For the most part I have done that but like many things in life there have been moments that changed me.

I am not the same 35-year-old guy who followed a wild impulse and started blogging.

While much is different there are things that have changed and it is fair to say that what you read here is generally my real belief or feeling, provided you aren’t reading fiction.

There is a lot of that here, far more than my other blogs.

Birth Of Days

When I first joined Facebook I thought it would be helpful for old Jack Steiner to have a Facebook page.

Since he was me, but not me I gave him an arbitrary birthday of January 1, never thinking that I would get a bunch of birthday greetings.

I am grateful and appreciative for them.

They are a reminder to me about the good and kind people in this world, not that this is limited to those who share the aforementioned greetings.

That is certainly not a requirement for goodness or kindness.

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I don’t update this blog or the Jack Steiner Facebook page with the same regularity I used to.

That is not news to those of you who have stuck it out here.

Most of the updates go to the other places and I don’t know if I see that changing.

Nor do I know if that means I am going to shut this down or wrap it into the other blogs.

It is too important and has too much meaning to me, but I do know I am thinking hard about what I ought to do.

Am considering whether to continue to keep this standing as it is or make changes.

There won’t be any rash decisions made on New Years day, but not because of the date but because I need to think hard about what I want and what I need to do.

This place is similar to the others but it has a different feel and audience and probably a bigger footprint.

That is because it has been around a lot longer and when I had more time it received an awful lot of attention.

Maybe it will again, we shall see.

In the interim, Happy New Year to you All and may this be our finest year ever.