I Feel Good
No disrespect to James Brown, I loved the music and the personality, but, for some strange reason, I feel good. The world continues to be filled with hypocracy and is still a dangerous place to show any sign of vulnerability and I am still the same turkey I've always been, so I couldn't possibly explain it.
I had two performers, both of whom I respect highly, volunteer to play my music this year. That was nice.
I found this blog thing which allows me the catharsis of spewing my nonsense in my infantile tantrums. Which is sort of what I think Beethoven's appeal is made of. Would that I could do it as cleverly as he.
I'm getting some good response, so that I don't have to think of myself as totally non-human.
That is all enjoyable.
Hmmm...
I started going to church. Sure it's just the Plymouth Congregational's wednesday jazz service, but I don't have to actually trust or talk to anyone, so I feel reasonably safe. and some of the things that I've observed were amusing (see "surely not in church)
Also it allowes me to engage in my favorite study (The proper study of man is man, or human social psychology, primate research, or what you will)
Also the bible readings and analysis thereof have a new meaning now that I don't need to fear needing to be "part of it"
The usual family gathering seemed more meaningful somehow, having some less than happy people to compare mine with.
Ruby Lucille is two years old and a darling girl. She is speaking whole sentances
and engaging in conversational response. An obvious genius! I love her technique for opening Christmas packages.
Anyway I thought I would post a blog that has a happy theme for once, keeping in mind that Tolstoy didn't consider much of happieness as a theme for his big novel.
They did kick Napoleon's ass, however, not something I'll ever be able to brag about.
And, of course, there is always the hangover theory that states that, because all feelings, moods, opinions, judgements, thoughts, "knowledge" and whatever are the result of brain chemistry, and that all chemicals are eventually degraded and expelled, the higher the happy the harder it falls.
So I expect to be run over by a psychotropic bus soon (see "I love Emily")
I had two performers, both of whom I respect highly, volunteer to play my music this year. That was nice.
I found this blog thing which allows me the catharsis of spewing my nonsense in my infantile tantrums. Which is sort of what I think Beethoven's appeal is made of. Would that I could do it as cleverly as he.
I'm getting some good response, so that I don't have to think of myself as totally non-human.
That is all enjoyable.
Hmmm...
I started going to church. Sure it's just the Plymouth Congregational's wednesday jazz service, but I don't have to actually trust or talk to anyone, so I feel reasonably safe. and some of the things that I've observed were amusing (see "surely not in church)
Also it allowes me to engage in my favorite study (The proper study of man is man, or human social psychology, primate research, or what you will)
Also the bible readings and analysis thereof have a new meaning now that I don't need to fear needing to be "part of it"
The usual family gathering seemed more meaningful somehow, having some less than happy people to compare mine with.
Ruby Lucille is two years old and a darling girl. She is speaking whole sentances
and engaging in conversational response. An obvious genius! I love her technique for opening Christmas packages.
Anyway I thought I would post a blog that has a happy theme for once, keeping in mind that Tolstoy didn't consider much of happieness as a theme for his big novel.
They did kick Napoleon's ass, however, not something I'll ever be able to brag about.
And, of course, there is always the hangover theory that states that, because all feelings, moods, opinions, judgements, thoughts, "knowledge" and whatever are the result of brain chemistry, and that all chemicals are eventually degraded and expelled, the higher the happy the harder it falls.
So I expect to be run over by a psychotropic bus soon (see "I love Emily")
Labels: James Brown, Me
posted by Lane Savant at 4:54 PM
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