Everything Is Something Of That Sort

Things Not Understood, Part 25,874

Why do some people feel the need to impose?

Why does running away feel so much easier than working through the problem, when it never actually turns out to be any easier at all?

Tension for the sake of tension

Why do some people feel compelled to go too far?

Why don't I?

Is it the people or the events we share that matter?

Charisma

Smash Those Rose-Colored Glasses With A Sledge Hammer

Some decisions have to weighed carefully. Lists need to be created. On one sheet of paper all the repercussions of the decision have to be written down, the positives and the negatives...whether real or imagine, expected or projected.

No one wants to make decisions that will lead to regret. That's a no-brainer.

However, there are those who say the only decisions you end up regretting are those you don't make, which is, well, BS.

Because it's easy to say you regret not making a specific decision when you do not have any negative results of that decision to rue. 

That person you should have asked out on a date but didn't and now you kick yourself because you think they might have been the one? Yeah, that person could also have been the worst thing that ever happened to you.

No, the decisions you don't make do not get a seat at the table when it comes to pondering actually making a decision. Only the choices and chances that were actually taken get to partake in this debate.

Which doesn't make the process any easier, but it keeps it real.

Have to keep it real, have to ensure the evidence is not imaginary.

Wishful thinking only clouds the process.

So, when it comes to decisions with weight - and by weight I mean the weight of Aircraft Carrier anchor chains, it is wise to view the positives and negatives as objectively as possible.

If being objective is possible, that is.

Damn, I'm going to need more paper.

Gabba Gabba Hey...What The Heck...

My next door neighbor's 6 (soon to be 7, just ask him, he'll tell you) year old son was wearing a Ramones shirt this morning. His Mom bought it for him at H&M.

Which is not a bad thing, not at all. Lord knows the world needs more Ramones fans.

However, the thought struck me that the equivalent shirt that my Mom would have had to have bought for me when I was 6 would have had to have featured the Rudy Valle Orchestra, or maybe Lloyd Huntley and his Isle o' Blues Orchestra.

Yeah, mucho thanks to my Mom for not doing that.

Not Such A Unique & Beautiful Snowflake

Quite the snowfall over the last 24 hours. A foot and a half, at least by the measure of how much snow is on the picnic table in the backyard.

Days like these all you can do is sit around a warm cozy non-intrusive television broadcast and reflect on your past and contemplate the future.

Yep. And that's sure to lead to the ol' "Am I an idiot to tread water or am I an idiot to take action" self-dialogue.

Arizona Mountain Morning

The Very Big Search Going In The Middle Of The Very Big Desert

A Brief Summary Of The Situation

By the short hairs, by the nose,
Leading you on, leading you on
A morsel here, a morsel there
Leading you on
Make you feel like you're valued one day
Make you feel like garbage the next
Leading you on, leading you on
Promise you a street paved with gold bricks
Then have you nailed to a crucifix
Leading you on, leading you on

Your self-esteem, where did it go?
Your self-worth, where did it go?
People are lining up along the street
To watch as they parade you about
By the short hairs, by the nose
Leading you on, leading you on
A morsel here, a morsel there
Leading you on

Forty Years Ago In Music Advertising

As I am currently pre-occupied with avoiding a looming decision that may have repercussions on not only my work life but on personal relationships I hold near and dear, here are a few magazine ads for musical acts from the late 1970's

Things Created By People Who Live In The Heat

Purple Plywood Cacti

Welcome To The Center Of The World

It's not often one is driving along an interstate freeway and sees a sign off to the side of the road that declares a particular spot as being the center of the world.

But that exact scenario played out for me just a few weeks ago when I was driving along I-8 in the south central corner of the Imperial Valley in California.

That's A Wrap

A Prickly Situation

The Toughest Town In The Wild, Wild West

If you ever find yourself on I-10 as it meanders through Arizona towards Tucson (from the east or west) you will soon find yourself presented with the opportunity to visit one of the more iconic relics of wild, wild west of the United States.

Only an hour south of Tucson, the small town has been turned into a living monument dedicated to the days of Cowboys, Outlaws, Dance Hall Girls, and of course, Gunfights.

  

Jump From The Frying Pan...Into The Deep Freezer

It was less than two weeks ago I was walking along a beach in 90+ Fahrenheit sunshine...and I come back to this.

Beautiful though, eh?

Arizona Murals Part II, The History Of The Town

More murals seen in and around Benson, Arizona, and while not all of these are signed I'm fairly sure they are all by the prolific Doug Quarles.

This post is of the murals that depict the early history of Benson and Cochise County.

 I would be remiss not to mention that the above mural is signed by Doug Quarles with an acknowledgement that it is taken from an original painting by Pablo Alonzo