“This is what you shall do: love the Earth and the Sun and the animals, despise wealth, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and the crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, go freely with powerful, uneducated persons and with the young and the mothers of families, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your soul, and your very flesh shall be a great person.”
– Walt Whitman
So, True Believers,
As we plod toward spring –
I did an orientation for a position in the meat department at Bow Street Market, here in Freeport. Loved the introduction to the place – it really seems to be a groovy, complicated, clever organization and I really admire that. One thing that got me though (just one) – they really went out of there way to explain how anti-tobacco they are, how they don’t sell it, give money to the American Lung Association and will help anyone who wants to quit. In the next breath they tell me that they’re the number one supplier of hard liquor here in the one syllable. Like, damn those ciggies; thank God that the profitable booze side of things isn’t a problem.
I start part-time this weekend, the first time in a long time that your humble narrator has worked and over-the-table, straight job. Wish me luck!
“Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine and champions at mixing drinks.” – the Prophet Isaiah (IS 5:22)
Most of you never knew me when I was an insane, uncontrollable, Listerine drinking drunk. Despite what the family thought, I really couldn’t stop. It was a horror show. I was one of those people who would call you on the phone and you’d dread that I might actually want to come over. Horrid. What happened?
Naltrexone and Gabbapentin for three months.
It truly is a miracle. The Gabba keeps the anxiety down and the Naltrexone, mysteriously, miraculously, puts an end to the cravings.
Example: back in the day, if I drank Wednesday night, I’d wanna drink Thursday morning. After Naltrexone, no desire to continue drinking. I mean, if you only knew me before. I HIGHLY recommend that everyone, anyone having trouble with their drinking go to their primary care physician and get on naltrexone. Go to the following link, print it and present it:
Thank you, and thank God that I’m sober today… dude! I was one of THOSE people. We’ll get in depth about it at some point.
“When I dream, I dream someone else’s dreams. I’ve been trying to find that person since I was a child.” – Robert Littell
Hey, do y’all watch NCIS? I don’t due to a lack of television, but, someone did mention it the other day, and my first thought was: how old is Abbey now, like, 61? Does she still dress the same and do the same schtick?
Speaking of old, let me date myself. I remember (and it must have been the seventies, when the star of NCIS, what’s his name, the guy who plays “Gibbs,”married to Pam Dawber, was voted People magazine’s sexiest man of the year. I remember a movie, “Summer School” or something, where he plays a teacher to a bunch of neer-do-well students, including a young Courtney Thorne-Smith, later of Melrose Place fame, and then Ally MacBeal (which, by chance, your humble narrator’s been viddying lately on Netflix.)
Mark Harmon! That’s the cat’s name.
“Dear God, I do not see the road ahead of me.. I have no idea where I’m going, but I think that the desire to please you, does in fact please you. And I have that desire in everything I do.” – Thomas Merton
Some words trouble me, some expressions bother me, others drive me crazy. Here are a few phrases that I just don’t care for.
- Trimmings. You know what the damn word means. I don’t know why, but I’ve always hated that “turkey and all the trimmings” bullshit. I don’t know, but along the same line is:
- Fixin’s. Anything that has all the fixin’s… I mean, what the fuck, is this bugtussle?
- I know that I’m being really word judgmental, and I do apologize to any of you whose fav word or phrase I might be stepping on.
- Shopping spree. Don’t like it, Geraldo.
- “Chillin'” When I ask you what you’re doing, please don’t tell me you’re chillin’. I bloody hate that. It’s nothing. Just tell me that it’s none of my business.
- I was sure that I had more, but I seem to be okay with all of the other words and phrases, right now.
“If you are suffering, you will have some pleasure in the lesson that everything changes.” – Shunryu Suzuki
I know, wacky blog, right?
News? I got the cover of the Bollard again for March. Go to thebollard.com (one word) and search for Robin Rage, or the Seaborn Wu. And, hopefully Isaac and G-raff will be coming over next Tuesday to do some recording.
And… that’s all I’ve got at the moment; if I had more, I’d spill it, swear. I’ve been up since midnite last night, and I’m sputtering… oh… I haven’t had a cigarette in ten days! Incredible stuff, right?
Okay. For my wacky music go to the pinkgelatinskeleton channel on youtube. For the “Spice” Documentary, and other things, go to the otis.porkmeyer channel.
Okay, children, we’re on our own. Let’s have a stellar day, and we’ll all check in later.
Love and rockets,