The Isolated Blurt Thread V: For Vendetta

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Broken water main down the street = shower was pumpin' mud this morning.

Had to shower at the gym.

Gonna be a strange day.
 
Dolf! I think of you a whole lot when I'm getting dressed, mainly because you're the only one I know who appreciates my sort of style. :heart:

perfection! I :heart: fishnets. I :heart: polkadots. I :heart: retro shoes.
 
If you like crappy Mustangs:

From dust to dust, people and cars come and go, but sometimes the old is reborn … and out of the dust emerges something immaculate.

A 1969 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 428 Cobra Jet is a mouthful to say but it will drop any car enthusiasts jaw. This particular garage-find was owned and perfectly preserved by a now-deceased automotive connoisseur.

Larry never washed the car for fear of scratching the paintjob or cause even the slightest bit of rust. Yahoo News estimates that the only time the car was ever washed was before delivery. Accordingly, the car is in absolute show room condition, except for a layer of dust.

This snake features a larger, 428-cubic-inch Cobra Jet engine mated to a four-speed manual transmission, which has only run 8,500 miles in total. The spark plugs, belts, fan, and hoses are all original. The only items that are not from 1968 are the tires.


Girly cars have their place, but real men drive Mopar muscle.
 
True.

It raises the existential question: would it be better to live fast, die young and leave beautiful memories, or fight on to your dotage, puttering through the days, filling your life with quiet moments of simple pleasure? Does having a hit record in 1938 equal the sound if a grandchild's laughter?

I don't think has a one-size-fits-all answer.

FYP?

Of course not. But Thoreau said the majority of men lead lives of quiet desperation. Most of us are in the majority and not among the rarefied few artists. I'd like to enjoy the simple pleasures for all they're worth. Enjoy the fucking hell out of them. Hearing a baby's laugh or seeing an old woman's smile is as ennobling and humane as a view of that occassional visit to Matisse or Picasso in the museum.

For a minute I thought I pulled a derp because I replied on my phone and didn't read it correctly (as I do often), but I did mean what I said - in reply to the first question. I personally think that fighting on/puttering/enjoying simple pleasures is the obvious answer - BUT not everyone is capable of doing that. For some people, living fast and dying young is the "better" choice because they don't have the ability to enjoy anything outside of their own head.

There's a guy I knew in school - guitarist, good-looking charismatic guy, crazy live-fast type. At the time I envied his carefree fuck-it-all approach to everything. Always multiple gorgeous girlfriends, invites to parties, wild stories of drugs and orgies and mayhem. Everything seemed to come easy for him.

A few years ago, I ran into that guy and we started communicating via email. He's now balding, still good looking enough, married with kids, making a living as a studio musician. He's got a nice house, a nice car, a nice enough wife with a solid career, but all his messages are full of bitterness and negativity. For him, his prime was in his 20s when he toured with a band and it was all sex and drugs, a 24-hour party. That's not a lifestyle that anyone can sustain for very long without dying or crashing hard, but it's the only time in his life (so he says) when he was truly happy and fulfilled.

So maybe for him, the first answer was the correct one. Maybe he would've been happier dying young.

It's weird to me, but I'm weird, so...
 
Finally got to New Orleans this past week. Laissez les bons temps rouler:cool:
 
Hey, brain? Do me a favor and fuck off with all your porn thoughts and sexual imagery today or I'll have little recourse but to attempt an ice pick lobotomy with this pencil. Seriously. Get your shit together and grow the hell up, okay?
 
For a minute I thought I pulled a derp because I replied on my phone and didn't read it correctly (as I do often), but I did mean what I said - in reply to the first question. I personally think that fighting on/puttering/enjoying simple pleasures is the obvious answer - BUT not everyone is capable of doing that. For some people, living fast and dying young is the "better" choice because they don't have the ability to enjoy anything outside of their own head.

There's a guy I knew in school - guitarist, good-looking charismatic guy, crazy live-fast type. At the time I envied his carefree fuck-it-all approach to everything. Always multiple gorgeous girlfriends, invites to parties, wild stories of drugs and orgies and mayhem. Everything seemed to come easy for him.

A few years ago, I ran into that guy and we started communicating via email. He's now balding, still good looking enough, married with kids, making a living as a studio musician. He's got a nice house, a nice car, a nice enough wife with a solid career, but all his messages are full of bitterness and negativity. For him, his prime was in his 20s when he toured with a band and it was all sex and drugs, a 24-hour party. That's not a lifestyle that anyone can sustain for very long without dying or crashing hard, but it's the only time in his life (so he says) when he was truly happy and fulfilled.

So maybe for him, the first answer was the correct one. Maybe he would've been happier dying young.

It's weird to me, but I'm weird, so...

I would venture to say that perhaps he does not know happiness beyond the superficial. It's sad when people can't get beyond the point of enjoying the fleeting here and now. It's like a person who thinks their appearance is what makes them special and when they age they are no longer interesting.

I think the real art comes when artists produce art for art not for the trappings of fame and fortune.

I know a few performers who had a lot of wild fun touring back in their 20's and 30's and although they were probably in their physical and financial prime I would not say they had reached their professional prime at that point. Some didn't really start doing amazing work until their 30's or later.

At this point in their 50's and 60's, they are still touring/working because they love it. They are much more selective about venues, locations, when they work, but they are happy, still producing and presenting new work. They can afford to take risks they never could when they were young and that has made a big difference to their quality of life, art and performance.

They also actively help other performers, and the joy in their eyes when they see the people they helped is very similar to what I see when they watch their kids.

Over the years, I have learned a lot from them about avoiding negativity, not selling out or giving up and enjoying the here and now.
 
I ate a pretzel and a dough-naparte.

I'm going into carb overload. Blah.
 
I would venture to say that perhaps he does not know happiness beyond the superficial. It's sad when people can't get beyond the point of enjoying the fleeting here and now. It's like a person who thinks their appearance is what makes them special and when they age they are no longer interesting.

I think the real art comes when artists produce art for art not for the trappings of fame and fortune.

I know a few performers who had a lot of wild fun touring back in their 20's and 30's and although they were probably in their physical and financial prime I would not say they had reached their professional prime at that point. Some didn't really start doing amazing work until their 30's or later.

At this point in their 50's and 60's, they are still touring/working because they love it. They are much more selective about venues, locations, when they work, but they are happy, still producing and presenting new work. They can afford to take risks they never could when they were young and that has made a big difference to their quality of life, art and performance.

They also actively help other performers, and the joy in their eyes when they see the people they helped is very similar to what I see when they watch their kids.

Over the years, I have learned a lot from them about avoiding negativity, not selling out or giving up and enjoying the here and now.

YES. :heart:

I think sometimes we confuse pleasure with happiness, especially when we're young. Part of growing up is realizing that actual happiness is not flashy or euphoric but all about balance - and that it takes effort and work and sometimes a little pain to get there. When you meet older people who haven't figured this out yet - who spend a lot of time trying to avoid things that don't feel good at the moment - they come across as very childlike, and not in a good way.
 
I made coffee this morning, put it in my coffee cup, took a sip....

...and it did not taste like coffee should.

I did bump my head in the middle of the night and now I'm wondering if I've managed to inflict damage on the part that controls my sense of taste.

It can't possibly be that I made a bad cup of coffee, and certainly not after half a lifetime spent making coffee every morning.


It just won't do.
 
YES. :heart:

I think sometimes we confuse pleasure with happiness, especially when we're young. Part of growing up is realizing that actual happiness is not flashy or euphoric but all about balance - and that it takes effort and work and sometimes a little pain to get there. When you meet older people who haven't figured this out yet - who spend a lot of time trying to avoid things that don't feel good at the moment - they come across as very childlike, and not in a good way.

This!!!!!!!
 
I made coffee this morning, put it in my coffee cup, took a sip....

...and it did not taste like coffee should.

I did bump my head in the middle of the night and now I'm wondering if I've managed to inflict damage on the part that controls my sense of taste.

It can't possibly be that I made a bad cup of coffee, and certainly not after half a lifetime spent making coffee every morning.


It just won't do.



I think you hit your head harder than you think....better amputate
 
My favorite researcher brought me a slice of cake.
He either loves me or hates me...I'm not sure which, but the cake was my favorite kind AND delicious...so at the least, he knows me.
 
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