I found a rock, and I have been hiding under it. Most of it had to do with the presidential election. I registered to vote, I voted, and my vote did not seem to matter since our presidency is bought.
I got really sick and tired of being compared to politicians. Every time a politician is called a clown, a clown dies. Did you know that? I didn’t think you did. Now some 6 year old is not going have Wrinkles do his famous balloon animal petting zoo at her 7th birthday. Yeah, and now, Dee Doo is just a dog in a funny hat too! Thanks! I hope you are all so damned happy.
Clowns are above politicians, because we can, and will always point out what the politicians are failing at. Yu-Sze, a court jester, effectively saved thousands of lives by standing up to the emperor. He certainly was not the last either. Jesters have always been looked to for political insight.
It seems to me that there is a lot of dirty work to be done to clean up American politics. What we have as a president now is going to ruin all the hard work we have all put in. I am positive that this president is going to slam change into place whether it is his decision, or the people of the United States due to his actions. Either way, shit is now hitting the fan and we are left without Gallagher like protective plastic ponchos.
For those of you who did not vote, and are all uppity and boo-hoo-ing about our political state, shut the fuck up! You should have been proactive and voted. HALF OF THE COUNTRY DID NOT VOTE! To all those lazy ass hats: I hail to you the mighty middle finger of self justice. Fuck you all for being to self entitled to unwrap yourselves from your self absorbent lives. No vote: No Voice!
For all the trump supporters, haha, well, when your rights are stripped away from you by your beloved trump, you can cry yourself a river. Just go back into the closet of ignorance. Stay there, and don’t forget your survival crackers. It’s all you get. That and a big FUCK YOU from a clown like me.
Hello once again Writing 101!
I had to look back on what I wrote the last time I did this assignment, and make sure I did not write the same drivel. I wanted to make sure the nonsense I wrote this time around was fresh. There is no reason to be lazy about these assignments!
I have not been able to writ over the past few weeks. Regardless of daily prompts, or even my own relentless nagging that I should be writing. So rather than examine why I AM writing, I would rather explore why I am NOT writing. Maybe move past it.
I am not writing because I lost the vision in my right eye about 2 months ago. It has not been easy. I have gained a new level of empathy and compassion for those who lose all of their vision. I have had to alter the ways I do things just to perform simple daily tasks. Everything I do, had to now be planned out in advance to avoid hurting myself. Depth perception was probably the hardest to deal with. Trying to put things away or grabbing things was now a comedy of errors.
I am not writing because there is this guy that I spend a lot of time with. He distracts me with tales of old timey baseball, and reads books to me, takes me on long walks to obscure meat shops, cooks nearly every meal with me, and makes me laugh. Of course all of this is only inspiring me to be better at everything in my life. So much so , that one might think that I could be a master juggler by now, I’m not (I don’t have a lot of hope of ever being that good at it!).
I am not writing because I am distracted by the joys that life has to offer. I find so many amazing things every day. Such as: do you know how easy it is to make paprika? Circus and clown history alone I can get lost in for days. Plus, I am working on some new costumes that will defy the imagination! Fun stuff ahead for me.
Not writing isn’t necessarily a bad thing, I guess. As long as I am being inspired to laugh every day, I am going to go easy on myself about not writing.
It was brought to my attention recently that I have not posted anything to my blog in awhile. Truth be told, I have not been in the bright cheery mood that this blog requires. Until like 3 minutes ago!
I do not listen to the local radio stations here. I stick to my Pandora, my internet radio. I stick to my Pandora stations. For those of you who don’t know what Pandora is, It is a little like Spotify, but more random. There are commercials, unless you subscribe. The 5 buck subscription is worth it to me for commercial free listening. The user is able to seed a station with almost any band or genre of music you like. Then Pandora selects similar artists to play.
Numero Uno Fun.Tunos is my station. I have been actively cultivating for about 5 years. In the past five years, I have been introduced to some amazing artists because of this creation. It has been a while since new bands have been tossed into this extraordinary mix of music randomly.
When I opened Numero Uno Fun Tunos today, it began with a band called The Watery Graves of Portland. Now this band will be my new favorite thing. I couldn’t find the song that was played on my station, which was called Marco Polo. However I did find this other song, and thought it was pretty groovy too.
Some day, I will know the joy of being able to juggle.
I practice and practice, I do not see any improvement, but then I have been half blind for a month or so.
I have been turning to research. I watch juggling videos to try gain insight on anything having to do with form or patterns. I have read juggling history, where I followed information trails back to ancient Egypt.
Juggling is a craft that mesmerises people. It is an artform that makes us question what we are seeing, and its relation to gravity.
Just when I thought that I had a grasp on what juggling was or is, I came across a modern juggler; Jerome Thomas.
He is the worlds best juggler of all time. I mean of all time, not just of my life span. His command of the space around him is magical (I really wish that the editor of this video would have understood that). The U.S. has missed out on a lot of quality entertainment.