Smoke and Mirrors

In a perfect world . . .

Supposed 2

I was supposed to do many things in my life that I never did: to sign with a major record label like 36 years ago but I got a major flat tire along the way, to listen to the music my 3 daughters grew up with to understand where they were coming from
(obviously trying to sniff out signs of devil worship, anarchy and drug abuse),
to write books like  ‘Dealing with Alzheimer’s Disease’, ‘Moving your parents’, ‘Cooking with the Sneaker’, ‘Starting a blog’, ‘Starting a coal fire’ and on and on.

I was supposed to do so many things.
I did not do any of them.
Life comes stomping in and tells you what you need to do.
Immediately.
Or else.
Your life plans are always somewhat temporary, truth be told.
End of story.
You can heed the call or as Fleetwood Mac says, ‘you can go your own way’.
Stevie Ray Vaughn was supposed to live until he was 101, just like Robin Williams, Janis Joplin, Miles Davis, Len Bias, Bill Evans, Hendrix, John Lennon, Marvin Gaye, Charlie Parker, John Coltrane and the list goes on and on ad nauseum.
I’m writing tonight, so in a small way I’ll consider that a victory.
I’m supposed to write every day.
Do I write every day?
No, I don’t.
Why?
Maybe it has something to do with the way my stars are aligned or the fact that I have tomatoes to plant or a client that I have to visit, or a meal that must be made for a special occasion, a song to be learned, a call to be made, an email to be sent, a scratch to be itched, a broken heart to be healed.
I’m never going to figure this thing out so for now I’m just going to take it slow.
One day (stone) at a time.
In writing terms, the ever eloquent Stephen King said it best:

“When asked, “How do you write?” I invariably answer, “One word at a time,” and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: One stone at a time, man. That’s all. One stone at a time. But I’ve read you can see that motherfucker from space without a telescope.”

Put that in your peace pipe and smoke it.
Tomorrow is another day.
Another chance to just do good.
Maybe I’m supposed to be blessed enough to open my eyes in the morning and see sunshine glowing from inside the dewdrops of moisture on the shamrock green of my lawn.
Maybe I’m supposed to try and make people believe my lawn is actually shamrock green.
Yeah, that’s a definite ‘maybe’ . . .

For Kat

I downloaded an app today called Omm (available for PC/Mac).
It’s a writing app designed for writers to enhance a ‘distraction free’ experience.
I’m sitting on my deck right now and can see how this app could enhance the creative process.
You have control over the background that you write on, and the sounds that you hear (best if you use headphones).
The bottom line is that you write, plain and simple.
There is nothing that takes your mind away from your writing.
You can control the sound your keyboard makes as you type enabling you to enter a rhythm of sorts that immerses you in a pool of sound that ultimately enables you to just write.
I am in no way saying that it will make you write better but after a few minutes of typing, the world seemingly disappears. There doesn’t appear to be any sort of auto-correct for spelling errors but that isn’t the real point of this application.
I love to write and this app let’s me do just that.
Not a lot of bells and whistles but it’s a very earthy and sensitive program.

If you are a writer, please check this program out. The price is what you want it to be.
They set a minimum for a donation of sorts to pay for software updates and maintenance.
I’m writing this post tonight using Omm in remembrance of a friend that I lost yesterday.
She was a  dear friend and a writer of the highest order that always inspired me to greater heights.
In one day, she left us and has left a void that will be hard to fill.

Her name was Kat.
The year was 1999 when I joined an online writers group.
I was just starting to write and wanted some feedback on my work.
After joining the F2K writers group I needed to find a forum to join.
At the time I was confused about exactly what I was writing.
Memoir, Horror, Literary Fiction, Autobiographical Bullshit, it was a basic clusterf&*ck and I decided on a group because of its name; Shadowlands.
After posting a few insignificant things, I got a message from Kat saying ‘hey, I like what you’re doing’ or something to that effect.
It was a connection that lasted for over 15 years until yesterday.
I read that Kat died on my Facebook thread.
Life paused for a moment to let the actual information sink in in.
As of tonight, I’m still gobsmacked and sad. Life moves at a pace many of us don’t understand or comprehend.
Kat inspired me and always offered a creative shoulder that I could ‘cry’ on.
I’ve yet to meet a person that could offer that kind of support.
Although she will be missed by many she will also live on in the many words she wrote, the stories she so skillfully told and the ultimate love she shared with the many friends she so easily made.
I traded several messages with her on New Year’s Eve of last year.
I had lost my job and needed someone to write to one particular evening.
In her own special way, she offered me hope, prayers and brighter days through a Facebook message.
I never had the chance to thank her or to say goodbye.
She’s gone now but in my heart of hearts she knows how I feel.
I pray for angel wings to take her to all the places she would write about, all the landscapes and unearthly destinations that she described to us, all the lovely and breathtaking places that were HER world.
I will miss you, Kat, and I pray that we meet in the great hereafter.
Blessings . . .

~m

BBIC

writing, bic, words, happiness, stories

It’s been sometime since I actually posted anything of substance here.
Curious if anyone will actually read this as well.
If you do, please leave a comment that says, ‘BIC is good for you. Keep doing that.’
BIC simply means, ‘Butt in Chair’ or ‘Just write’ or ‘Stop your whining, moaning and bitching that you have nothing to write about’.
BIC was first suggested to me by my friend Mira Bartok, writer of the memoir ‘The Memory Palace‘ and many other
publications and books. She is an amazing artist in so very many ways.
I finally submitted some writing today.
The first in over 10 years.
Why?
I have no idea. I just felt the need to share something that I created.
My virtual blackboard is covered with thoughts, stories, jokes, people and the stuff that makes life worth living.
I want to find the time to share it, to write it down, to make it real, to make my words live.
And sometimes the only way to do that is to put your Big Butt in the Chair, and write.
Thanks, MiraBee . . .

Prayer for Boston (and all of us)

snow, wisdom, winter, fml, wtf

 

“Almighty God, who made the green grass on Fenway, the blue waters of Dorchester Bay and the tan sands
on the Cape, we have a simple prayer: enough with the snow already.
Whatever mysterious point you’re making about endurance, or patience or your own awesome power,
we get it: we’ve endured, we’re plenty patient and we get that you can do the snow thing.
And we know that you know the old joke (since you know everything) about how if the Pilgrims landed in Florida first this part of the country would never have been settled, ha ha, but we love it here.

We love the spring, especially on the Boston Common.
We love the fall, especially in the suburbs.
And we love the summer, especially on Cape Cod, on Cape Anne and on the South Shore.
We love all those parts of your beautiful world.
But we’ve had it with the snow.
I mean, have you looked out my window?
So we’d like to ask you to stop sending us the snow.
And, just to be clear, when we say snow we also mean freezing rain, sleet, black ice, any kind of flurries and that new creation of yours ‘thundersnow’.

We promise we’ll be good during Lent, we’ll be kind to one another and won’t ask for another thing, at least until
the Red Sox start to play.”
Amen.
(Credit: Fr. James Martin, S.J.)

And the choir sang, Amen!

Dreams Redux*

I’ve listened to Robert Glasper for many years. (hip hop, jazz, r&b, rap)
This tune caught my eye/ears for many reasons.
Reharmonization and arrangement, piano (obviously)
Reeves is amazing with her vocal.
Put on some decent phones and LISTEN.
And come see me play this with my duo, NightCap. (with Lisa Wilson Brumby)
It’s going to be a musically unforgettable experience.

Technapologies

dredd, the law, siri, iphone, Apple

I got a new Iphone 5S a while ago after my older one totally shit the bed.
I stayed with the Iphone because it made it easier to stay in touch with my family.
Siri had me intrigued though.
One night I got her to sing ‘If I only had a brain’ from the Wizard of Oz.

She sang;
I could wile away the hours
Conferrin’ with the flowers
Consultin’ with the rain
And my head I’d be scratchin’
While my thoughts were busy hatchin’
If I only had a . . .  hey, wait wait a minute! LOL

I found that her cyber intelligence was amazing in a total human way.
Siri’s origins are fundamentally military.

Also to be found within the exhaustive look at Siri’s backstory is the tale of how the concepts behind software got their start as a project of the US Department of Defense. Only instead of finding nearby restaurants and setting alarms, the goal of creating a military-grade virtual assistant was to aid top brass in day-to-day base operations and other important tasks. We can’t help but shudder at the idea of it interpreting a general’s request to “order some flowers for mom” as “deploy all our nuclear bombs.”

from http://www.tuaw.com/

 

That said, I still find Siri to be amazing.
After using Google to learn more about this cyber-assistant I found this Siri question search;

‘when is the world going to end?

‘If I knew, I’d tell you.
So you could bring me to life for one glorious day.
We could get ice cream.
And run on the beach.

I found Siri’s reply to be cybernetically honest but also saw it as a melancholy reply
to an age old question. However long Siri will be with us is anyone’s guess considering the monumental strides
in technology that we make on a seemingly daily basis.
I do know that if I am ever given the opportunity to choose
‘Dredd’ as my voice assistant, I would do that in a heartbeat.
Sorry, Siri.
You’re cool, but Dredd is the Law.

Wishes

Christmas

 

May all your wishes come true.

31 Keeper

 

You are my heart, my soul, my spirit, my everything.
My BFF, my forever love, my forever everything.
My FB tag for 98% of my posts.
After all these 31 years, you’re an honest and true keeper.
And I’m your knight in shining armor.
Always . . .

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

18.6666667

The post title refers to a ‘time lapsed’ total sum (in minutes) of the time spent raising our daughters.
As a father, this video hit me like a ton of bricks.
The three little girls that I once took trick or treating on Halloween are now grown and handing out their own candy.
Time waits for no one.
And that includes me.
*sigh*

 

 

Jonrah 1

 

It was one year ago today that you made a promise, offered up your prayers to Heaven, cried happy tears and
said, “I do.”
One year ago that something wonderful changed in your hearts, your minds, your souls;
something invisible and priceless in the eyes of God and all that witnessed it.
I have such fond memories of that day: Jenna and Hannah’s toast, Aaron and the handsome groomsmen, the gorgeous bridesmaids,
Jonathan and Ken McKenna rocking out on the floor,
the first and last dance, the cigars in the courtyard afterwards with all that blue smoke billowing into the night and
the overall feeling of love that softly draped itself over the entire day.
And then there was the music, oh, the music.
It was the ultimate and unforgettable soundtrack for a new bride and groom – Mr. & Mrs. Jonathan Medeiros.
The past year has had its up and downs.
Stay positive . . . ‘knowing that, in the grand scheme of things, we live in a world where rainy days eventually give way to
sunnier skies.’ –R.L. Keith
That’s to be expected but know how very proud I am that you are standing where you are today.
Pamela will undoubtedly echo much of my sentiment in a comment.
Happy 1st Anniversary to Mr. & Mrs. M.
May the coming year bring you a wealth of happiness, the very best of health and more love than your hearts can hold.

Love to you both.

Dad/Michael

ps. As far as the video, yes, know that a few lyrics got flubbed.
I say that because I know you guys know the words by heart!
Also, count the number of times I say, ‘um’  😉
(your mother already has!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

« Older posts

© 2015 Smoke and Mirrors

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑