Musings and tangential thinking. Essays and jokes. Reviews, critiques, asides. Like many people, I think (I think) like that. To what degree must I share these electronic translations? Apparently, this is the answer.
After reading several posts from the "Uncensored John Simon" blog, I went to subscribe but clicked the wrong link. Thus the origin of this set of metaphorical meanderings. Fortunately I've got Simon's style and voice in my head which is presently spurring me on. His writer's voice has a soothing, positive quality to it. It's peaceful and doesn't attempt to show off or efficiently communicate time sensitive information. Right away he mentions his financial situation which I admire. My current financial situation is egging me on to take the next step, so perhaps stumbling on this blog maker is good fortune for me so I don't actually spend - sorry - invest in something that I'll regret.
Starting the blog was easier than discussing the blog's title. It's clear to me that my mind translates my feelings into words in a manner that gives me great comfort, but it hesitates when certain topics come up. Although I'm a performing juggler, I'm no Penn Jillette or Fred Allen when it comes to self expression. I greatly admire Penn's humor, style, energy, and confidence, but that isn't me. Then there's Fred Allen, who used to fight with his radio and tv sponsors. Not even Penn is brave enough to do that. There's a Chicago radio host who loves to talk about the waste of the government, but, of course, he won't talk about the waste of advertising.
On Facebook, I've managed to connect with lots of folks, and I look forward to connecting with lots more. I created group called "Heroes". Most are performing jugglers. A rarified group, to be sure. To most people, my group of heroes wouldn't lead to any recognition which makes sense in the social network world. One of my heroes, not a pro juggler, is also not well known, but I believe his invention will change the world dramatically.
Thus, my brain hesitates. Why attempt outrageous claims? Even worse, why title the blog in a way that will continue to stall the blog?
Soldiering on... I'm reading John Lennon's last full "Rolling Stone". He talked about all of his songs and paintings as having been one long project. He admits to rereading some of his longer interviews and realizing how joyless and stressed his songwriting had been. He would look back at some of his songs and say to himself "what was that all about?"
My mind considers discussing Rick some more, but instead feels more comfortable wanting to discuss how I've gone from typing with one finger while lying on my back on an IPad to tying with two fingers sitting up with the IPod on a table. It's still hesitating about discussing Rick and deleting seats.
Strangely, my mind is fully comfortable talking about how it doesn't want to talk about the topic. John Lennon's second guessing comes to mind. My juggling act in which I drop and drop and drop comes to mind. Getting my daughter ready for school comes to mind. I have to scratch an itch...
Communicating about the trillion dollar idea will have to wait. Must attempt to wake up toddler with a smile on her face. Suddenly words come haltingly but comedically. Headline: Old Dad Wakes Toddler. It might not be "The Onion" but it's the way to end the first entry.
