Archive for August, 2011

The brain is a wonderful, almost magical, and hands down most complex organ in our body.  I know, some of you guys would beg to differ, but let’s get real.  The brain function resulting in dreams is most intriguing to me. Being a light sleeper I remember most of my dreams and that means waking every morning with a new set of memories to ponder. With the advent of several milestones in my life it is more than curious that the preponderance of recent dreams deal with high school friends and acquaintances, sometimes in the context of days gone by and other times woven into the context of my current life.  I won’t pretend that they are interesting enough (to you) to bore you with the re-telling of any of them.  The most interesting aspect is the why and what (if anything) do they mean?  Are they reflections of waking thoughts, revealed in a more honest light?  Are they the longings of unfulfilled desires or aspirations?  Are they the revisitation of sometimes painful reality? Whatever the theme, dreams arouse a curiosity in me that has no resolution. For too many of us to ask “WHY” is too often a means for focusing blame.  That is certainly not my objective.  Most often the best resolution to pondering dreams is to simply say, WTF!

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What a drag it is getting old!

Posted: August 12, 2011 in Uncategorized

With my 50th high school reunion looming large in the windshield of life, lately  I have found myself dwelling on thoughts of aging.  Some good, some not so much, some “normal” whatever that is, most all of them real.  I love song lyrics! In a lot of ways they are my modern literature.  Not being an avid reader they provide a window to the minds of folks who’s writing skills provide entertainment as well as some insight into the human condition. In the same way readers pick and choose authors, I have my favorite singer/songwriters.  Over the years I have particularly enjoyed Bob Dylan, Lennon/McCartney, Jackson Browne, Joe Jackson, Lyle Lovett, Jimmy Buffet, Mark Knopfler, Lucinda Williams, Pete Townsend, Robert Earl Keen, Van Morrison, Randy Newman and the list could go on.  I close this entry with these haunting lines from “Running on Empty”

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don’t know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too

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