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.
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 . . .
“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.)
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.
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.”
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.
You’re cool, but Dredd is the Law.
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 . . .
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.
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.
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!)
A friend of mine sends me these crazy rants/poems/soc types of compositions from time to time.
If there’s a deeper meaning to these, he will take that knowledge to his grave.
(I wish him well with that)
I appreciate that he’s just dancing with words that have an almost Zappa-esque maniacal quality to them.
I usually laugh when I read them and thought I’d share one.
This is from the all too creative mind of my dear friend Will Marks.
Slim Jim Gravy Train
Radioactive corn chip haze gotcha in a tailspin
‘Get up and go’ captured in a green bottle
Ducks flying south, cottage cheese nightmare ashtray
Slim Jim 7-Eleven electric flag roller coaster nightmare
Greasy rain flooding out the mattress factory
Death train is a-rollin’ by Tootsie Roll Valley
Soda pop bubble, ruptured whale blubber h-bomb
Jimi asked Johnny, ‘what took you so long?’
She’s so many things to me and our 3 girls . . .
She’s our best friend.
She’s the shoulder we lean/cry on.
She’s our alarm clock on mornings that we don’t want to get up, on Her we rely on (and mostly bitch at)
She’s the shine in all of our days.
She’s the heart that we’ll never give away.
She’s funny, she’s kind, but she’s technologically super blind . . .
She’s there when we need her, she’s there when we need, and we’ll always need her. She’s our lady.
Happy Birthday to our best friend/confidante/psychologist/ psychiatrist/ and SO much more.
We love you and we want you around forever.
Have an awesome 39th birthday.
See you for Hibachi on Saturday night.
Mucho Sake for the birthday girl!
But open wide for the veggies!
And watch out for the volcano!!!!!!