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I can see it on the horizon… sort of like Albuquerque in the distance after driving for hours in 1975.  We are coming up on the 14th anniversary of this blog.  Waaay back in 2011 I got the idea of writing random thoughts and posting them in cyberspace to see what would happen.  Some notable things actually happened over the last 14 years.  Maybe that’s what I can do here between now and February 9.

I’m not sure how a spaced-out Moog synthesizer would play alongside a mariachi band– but it would be an adventure with an astronaut monkey at the helm.  That scene would have an edge.  The image alone is enough to inspire me to take some PTO and see if I can generate a related believable sound.

“You cannot really be too concerned with what people think of you.  You’re on your own adventure of growth and discovery.  So it’s not always good to be who people think you are, especially if you subscribe to it as well… which is easily done, because then you don’t have to figure out who you are, you just ask somebody else.”
-Tom Waits
This quote resonated with me today.  I’m sure I’ve heard it before, or something like it– but those earlier experiences were like pasta noodles thrown against the wall before they were ready to stick.

Every workday between 11 – 11:30 I send out this message to friends, co-workers, and the universe: COME ON 12:00 !!!! That’s when I take my lunch break. Sometimes I’ll follow that phrase with things like:
“I CAN HEAR YOU BREATHING!”
“I KNOW YOU’RE HERE SOMEWHERE!”
“MY GRANDMA’S FASTER THAN YOU!”
I know that time doesn’t move any faster when I tap my foot, sigh heavily, or tap my watch.  If a three dimensional being ever personifies actual TIME and starts to argue with me about his constraints, zones, and even-handed-ness I’m sure Jenny will shake me until I wake up.

The Wolf Moon was full last week, and it followed me all the way to work.  I sent a pic to Sara and told her it was an ‘eye in the sky.’  She did a little artwork and made it so.  The following paragraph paints the Wolf Moon in yet another realm:
“The spiritual meaning of the Wolf Moon is about facing our deepest feelings and fears, and stepping up as a fierce protector and nurturer in our own lives. It represents emotional release, self-reflection, and healing. The Wolf Moon also reminds us of the unseen connections to our own “pack” and encourages us to honor our community. In native cultures, the wolf is revered as a creature of strength and wisdom, and the moon is associated with intuition and dreams.”  

Me and Mickey and the gang are back at work today.  The 3-day weekend was a nice break even with the freezing temperatures.  It’s supposed to get up to 20 today.  Currently it’s one degree out there.  I’m glad I’m in here.

My brother-in-law is not afraid of a challenge.  He eats them for breakfast when he runs out of eggs and bacon.  He knew the risks when he set out to climb Mt. Sunflower, and he did it anyway.  For the record, Mt. Sunflower is the highest point in Kansas (as the sign above indicates) and it’s within shouting distance of Colorado.

Lou Reed once sang “…life’s like space without room… that’s what life’s like without you.”  The Impossible Object also known as the Penrose Triangle feels like a close cousin to the lyrics of What’s Good.  It can’t exist, and yet there it is, even if it’s only in someone else’s imagination… and now it’s in mine like sanskrit read to a pony (another lyric from that song).

I heard something that sounded like a whale coming from the lobby at work.  Someone was probably dragging something heavy across the floor.  Anyway, I added ‘whale’ to the previous snow punk pinball pic to see if it would put a beached whale in the snow behind him– and it generated MORE PUNKS!!!  And a beached whale… and some guy playing guitar on a loveseat?!?  I need to find this tribe.

When I type the words: bonfire, deep snow, pinball, and punk into Google’s AI image generator, it feels like a mental prep for the arctic weather that’s forecast for Sunday.  It feels like I’m welcoming the storm.  It feels like a dream, and it’s ok if I don’t wake up for awhile.