Could be twenty years, could be tonight
Lately I have been wondering why
We go to so much trouble to postpone the unavoidable
And prolong the pain of being alive"
— Pedro the Lion- Priests and Paramedics
— Pedro the Lion- Priests and Paramedics
“That’s the kind of movie that I like to make, where there is an invented reality and the audience is going to go someplace where hopefully they’ve never been before. The details, that’s what the world is made of” -Wes Anderson
I posted earlier about my 2013 resolutions, a recap. Here are some goals I have for 2014, some are incredibly attainable, others maybe not so much.
1. Work Less- I’d like to balance work/life better. All things considered I’d like to work less than 50 hours a week between my job, and my writing.
2. Eat Better and Less- I eat a lot, and a lot of bad stuff. I don’t want to say something like “I want to lose 20 lbs,” I’d settle for eating better food and less of it. 2014- year of Kale?
3. Be more active- I’m not going to run a marathon, I don’t even like to drive 26 miles. My goal this year is simple: 500 miles on my bike, 100 miles on my running shoes.
4. Travel More- I travel a good amount, a blend between work and personal and the ever popular business personal. This also ties into #1, working less, taking my vacation and not working on vacation… unless its a business personal trip.
Did you have any resolutions?
Had a few 2013 New Years Resolutions (didn’t we all) here are how they shook out for me.
2. Get a professional certification of importance. Nailed it. I previously had a few manufacturer certs, but I went out and received my Certified Technology Specialist which is an industry standard, pretty excited about it.
3. Get healthier. Somewhat Nailed It. I didn’t lose a ton of weight, or get in shape, but I quit smoking. I have been smoking since I was 13, so it was a big deal for me.
How did your 2013 resolutions shake out?
Woke up with fingers crossed
In a boy’s bed with your pants off.
After polite declines of coffee and toast,
walked home itching in last night’s clothes.
Past the Phone Booth and the Beauty Bar,
the broken windows of your neighbors’ cars.
Through the backdoor to a message from Sis,
asking, “Who was your New Year’s kiss?”
Took the afternoon to piece it all,
plus a half a dozen phone calls.
Crashed a party with Larissa and Chris
in pursuit of a New Year’s kiss.
Not the way that you’d imagined it.
On a balcony with champagne lips.
But in a pantry against the pancake mix,
you had your New Year’s kiss.
— Casiotone for the Painfully Alone- “New Years Kiss”
cap & gown in purple & gold
you’re 22 years old & a woman now you’re told
Aunt Beth & Charlie cut a check for the graduating niece
& you marked your independence with a signature on a lease
but home was a photograph you taped to your wall
it’s gonna be a cold white Christmas in St Paul
beer for breakfast who’s gonna scold
you’ve got your early hours dulled by the cigarettes you rolled
second shift as a fry cook that’s your holiday in grease
& you trudge to work through the snow in a coat down to your knees
& you linger at the twinkle lights as you pass by the mall
& count the days to a cold white Christmas in St Paul
feather down the nights get so cold
& you ignore the smell of mold as you smooth out the folds
when you’re on your own you’ve got no one to please
in a Minnesota city just as bare & as mean as the winter trees
but you’ll be damned if you’re the one making collect calls
on a cold white Christmas in St Paul
yeah it’s a cold white Christmas in St Paul
— Casiotone for the Painfully Alone- “Cold White Christmas”
I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not.
So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things."
— Breakfast of Champions Kurt Vonnegut
I find it odd that in death they comfort all your brothers
When they couldn’t care less
Except the awful inconvenience of them splitting the check
Because there’s no panhandle pension
He got what he gets and they get off the hook
I hope they sleep some night
I find it odd that in death
They circle you with flowers and they tuck you in bed
Where they tell you that they loved you
But for twenty-five years you slept beneath a bridge
Where you were dying of AIDS and smoking a crack pipe
"James Kent"- Civilian-
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