Random Thoughts

My overall question is what was the motivation by the NFL to spend millions and black eyes everywhere and to what end?
The truth? To give hope to the rest of the league. Somehow it means their teams didn't suck for 20 years, and the rest of the country stays engaged. Singular dynasties are terrible for pro sports in terms of growing the league and keeping other fanbases interested.

Edit: Unless you wanted to go completely meta, and say that there are large swaths of society that can't just accept that they lost, or moreover, aren't good enough to win. The 'Millionaire in Waiting' mindset.
 
Last edited:

No, you guys can celebrate whatever weirdness you'd like, this is beautiful time of year.

Freaking curmudgeons, the lot of you.

Christmas, Hanukkah, and now Festivus with its soulless rejection of the commercialization, which brings great joy to many? Festivus with its toxicly masculine violence fully embedded?

Yeah, go screw. All of you.

I'm celebrating Kwansa like a normal "Poor black child".

th-2069183094.jpg
...

Oh, wait a second.

Festivus centers around a silver pole?

Well, shit damn, I believe.

Let's get it on.



d7aa664abda85e584ff936a42249750f.jpg
 
People, I present to you the "Gates of Hell".

The Soviets were mining in 1971 in Turkmenistan and they weren't aware of the vast methane pocket just below where they were digging. it immediately ignited and it's been burning to this very day, and they can't close it.

resize
 
People, I present to you the "Gates of Hell".

The Soviets were mining in 1971 in Turkmenistan and they weren't aware of the vast methane pocket just below where they were digging. it immediately ignited and it's been burning to this very day, and they can't close it.

resize

How much are 4 tickets to Turkmenistan this time of year? Only 1 round trip.

Got 3 succubus demons to send home?

😂
 
A buddy posted this Christmas Day.

Several crying reactions and number of "Thoughts and Prayers".

FB_IMG_1672114687379.jpg

🤔

😂
 
SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT TOM CRUISE, but this guy has to be the most gutsy entertainer in the world. This film clip of all his prep for his latest jaw-dropping "Mission: Impossible" stunt is just unbelievable....


View: https://youtu.be/-lsFs2615gw
 
A long time friend and author.

Just now on Facebook.

Ken West

FB_IMG_1672664489563.jpg


Conversation on a Park Bench
A memory from years ago on the Boston Common…

I'm fifteen years old.

Am walking past Park Street and towards Boylston Street.

A guy in a brown leather jacket says "Hello" as I walk by.

I say "Hello" back to him and keep walking.

"Can I bum a cigarette off you?" he asks

"Sorry, I don't smoke," I answer.

"Bad habit anyway," he says.

He's probably in his late twenties. Good looking. Trim. He is sitting in the sun on the bench with one leg crossed. Looks relaxed, non-threatening.

"Nice day, but a little cool," he says.

"Yes, it is."

"You in a hurry?"

"No… I'm just taking a walk," I tell him.

"Well, rest your bones a bit," he says, pointing at the empty side of the bench.

I'm leery of strangers on the Common, but he has a confident and intelligent voice.

"You like taking walks?" he asks.

"Been doing it since I was a kid," I say. "My mother worked right over on Boylston Street. She was a waitress. Brought me in with her and let me walk around Park Square. I've loved the city ever since."

"Yeah, it's quite a place alright," he says without much enthusiasm.

"Where did your mother work?"

"It was Mcmannus's Restaurant." It's no longer there. I used to count her tips at the end of the day."

"I think I remember it. Busy place. I bet she made a lot of tips."

"Yeah, she was a good waitress - the best," I say.

"So, what do you do when you're not walking?"

"I'm in High School."

"Bet that's a mixed bag of fish," he says. "I hated High School. How about you?"

"It's OK, I guess - but I don't really like it. I'll be glad when I'm out."

"What are you going to do then?" he asks.

"Not sure yet. I'd like to travel."

"Where to?"

"Across the country. I read a book "Travels with Charlie." Made me want to do the same thing," I said.

"Who wrote that?" he asks.

"John Steinbeck."

"Ever read The Grapes of Wrath?" he asks me.

"No, not yet. Is it good?"

"Probably the best book he wrote," says the guy. "You read that book and it opens your eyes. By the way, what's your name?"

Even though the guy seemed OK, I decided to give him a made-up name.

"I'm Tom Shaughnessy," I tell him.

He holds out his hand. "Glad to meet you Tom, I'm Dan O'Hearn. Funny, you don't look Irish."

"Just on my father's side," I say. "My mother's English and Scottish."

"Bet their fighting all the time," he says with a smile.

"Yeah, sort of. You think it's the Irish against the English?"

"Always has been," he says. "It's destiny, that's all. What's dominant in you, the Irish or the English?"

"To tell you the truth, half my brain is Irish, and the other half is English, and they keep contradicting each other. Would have been better to be one or the other."

"Don't worry about it," he says in a brotherly sort of way. "Let them fight it out, and just keep your feet on the ground and take one step at a time."

As if to change the subject, he asks, "Where's the first place you want to go when you get out of High School?"

"New York city," I say.

"Don't get me going on the Big Apple," he says. "That's one mean, nasty place."

"How come?" I ask.

"The cops hassle you… everyone walks too fast, always in a hurry… and everything costs too much."

"Well, I'd like to go anyway. Been there for a few weeks. My aunt lives in Hoboken, New Jersey. I took the 99-Bus into the city every day. Loved the library. So many places to walk. So much to see like the Empire State Building and Central Park. I really loved it."

He smiled. "Yeah, if you've got the cash, it's good. Speaking of which, do you have a dollar you can spare?"

I was surprised. The guy didn't look like he needed money. I thought he just wanted to shoot the breeze with me.

“What do you need a dollar for?"

He seemed surprised by my question. "For Wine," he said, as if it should have been obvious. "I'm a wino."

I gave him a dollar, said my goodbyes and headed for Boylston Street, over to where my mother used to work.

Later, I realized that it was one of the best conversations I ever had with a stranger. I liked the guy. He had some sort or charisma… and it was hard to believe that he was just a wino looking for a buck.
 
Good Morning.

My friend Walter I asked me to share this with you @BostonTim and to wish you a Happy New Year and others may enjoy it as well.

"I see that my Collected Poems has no poem about the New Year. So perhaps we must make do with this poem, about the hope of renewal and redemption even in the darkest times when when grotesques come slouching from the falling night. I dedicated this to Alexander Cohen, a friend who has supported my work.



Return
(For Alexander Cohen)

FB_IMG_1672824916302.jpg

While reason lives, the night is only night.
The dark will yield, the day restore man’s sight.
Can you find courage, then, at our time’s end,
As shambling man-things skip to their delight?

Marcus Aurelius guessed the writ of Rome
Ran thin, but found in his philosophy
A love of reason, father, courage, home
He sought no grander end to sanctify.

Dark yields to light, the day restores man’s sight.
Can you know courage, then, as our times end,
And man-things rear and bound by fading light?
If reason lives, then night is only night.

The German coming, Italy appalled.
The East aflame; everywhere, attack!
“Philosophy on his lips” when Rome called.
“What would Plato do?” A life on horseback.

Will you know courage, then, as our times end,
And man-things whirl and cry by failing light?
For darkness yields to light, the day brings sight.
While reason shines, the night is only night.

“If mind is common to us, then reason…”
And mounted still he rides today in Rome.
Day’s light returns, as does a season,
And bears a man across the ages, home.

Though shapes come slouching in the dying light,
Yet dusk is sire of the dawn, and sight,
And reason burns away the darkest hour.
Take courage, friend, though our time end in night.

From "The Collected Poems of Walter Donway""


View: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09LTHZSB7?fbclid=IwAR3p2T5P8RMLcTo-HcpC1T4ei6oF0QWvIm0XbmYqvN6BPDMz7E85eKodH0g
 
Last edited:
it's only money, pretty sure i have enough. I have tried to do all the right things.
Always have been financial manager in my household.
Just a little bit uncomfortable going forward,,

i want to play at the end of our lives.

God knows we worked for it. NOTHING EVR HANDED OUT TO ME.
But now look,

I want to think we wake up but I have my druthers. Maybe it's just a CA thing with me, I have loved living here but come on
When you live your lives a little bit south of 200k a year.. the blood, sweat and tears that it involves and then you're living paycheck to paycheck
Alarm bells.

when you watch your nest egg losing daily.
Not what I signed up for,

Dying as a nation. Truth more than just financial.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-IIKE9p5SEw

lol. Tell me I am wrong. I'd love to know i have the wrong bead on our country.
 
Last edited:
Good Morning.

My friend Walter I asked me to share this with you @BostonTim and to wish you a Happy New Year and others may enjoy it as well.

"I see that my Collected Poems has no poem about the New Year. So perhaps we must make do with this poem, about the hope of renewal and redemption even in the darkest times when when grotesques come slouching from the falling night. I dedicated this to Alexander Cohen, a friend who has supported my work.



Return
(For Alexander Cohen)

View attachment 14767

While reason lives, the night is only night.
The dark will yield, the day restore man’s sight.
Can you find courage, then, at our time’s end,
As shambling man-things skip to their delight?

Marcus Aurelius guessed the writ of Rome
Ran thin, but found in his philosophy
A love of reason, father, courage, home
He sought no grander end to sanctify.

Dark yields to light, the day restores man’s sight.
Can you know courage, then, as our times end,
And man-things rear and bound by fading light?
If reason lives, then night is only night.

The German coming, Italy appalled.
The East aflame; everywhere, attack!
“Philosophy on his lips” when Rome called.
“What would Plato do?” A life on horseback.

Will you know courage, then, as our times end,
And man-things whirl and cry by failing light?
For darkness yields to light, the day brings sight.
While reason shines, the night is only night.

“If mind is common to us, then reason…”
And mounted still he rides today in Rome.
Day’s light returns, as does a season,
And bears a man across the ages, home.

Though shapes come slouching in the dying light,
Yet dusk is sire of the dawn, and sight,
And reason burns away the darkest hour.
Take courage, friend, though our time end in night.

From "The Collected Poems of Walter Donway""


View: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09LTHZSB7?fbclid=IwAR3p2T5P8RMLcTo-HcpC1T4ei6oF0QWvIm0XbmYqvN6BPDMz7E85eKodH0g

I'm missing more things ever' day. Thank you walter.
 
So I have qestion to some of you heathens.

Why RIP?

It's just weird Christian culturally accepted saying much like God Bless America, a bunny, colored eggs and candy on Easter or that Christ was born on Christmas. I do like the trees, candy and stuff though.

@BostonTim says it better but I can never remember how to spell it.

"Requiescat in pace is a Latin blessing with Roman Catholic ties that means “may he begin to rest in peace". This blessing is translated to ‘rest in peace’, a short saying or expression that wishes eternal rest and peace to an individual who has passed away."

On the subject of bunnies.

Gotta get me one of these.

Boy would that make the Egg Hunt epic. ♥


View: https://youtu.be/XcxKIJTb3Hg


And did someone say, "Heathen"? 🔥


View: https://youtu.be/DzSOTi8_lS8
 
It's just weird Christian culturally accepted saying much like God Bless America, a bunny, colored eggs and candy on Easter or that Christ was born on Christmas. I do like the trees, candy and stuff though.

@BostonTim says it better but I can never remember how to spell it.

"Requiescat in pace is a Latin blessing with Roman Catholic ties that means “may he begin to rest in peace". This blessing is translated to ‘rest in peace’, a short saying or expression that wishes eternal rest and peace to an individual who has passed away."

On the subject of bunnies.

Gotta get me one of these.

Boy would that make the Egg Hunt epic. ♥


View: https://youtu.be/XcxKIJTb3Hg


And did someone say, "Heathen"? 🔥


View: https://youtu.be/DzSOTi8_lS8

What I do.
so i am weird.


Μνήμη αιώνια.

Shoud you pass over before me, i will think and say same thing.

I would miss you a bunch too,

Jeff Beck was a legend. RIP.
 
Last edited:
People, I present to you the "Gates of Hell".

The Soviets were mining in 1971 in Turkmenistan and they weren't aware of the vast methane pocket just below where they were digging. it immediately ignited and it's been burning to this very day, and they can't close it.

resize
Holy Cow Farts! Methane?
 
Back
Top