As I often do, when I have a spare moment, I will let my consciousness stream freely and use Google to lead me in the direction I want to go. I am always fascinated by how this program can cover almost every train of thought, inquiry, and subject. I try to push it to the limit and see how it responds. More often than not, it takes me in the direction I want to go.
I am also intrigued as to what others are seeking to find.
My nephew is learning how to play chess. He came to me to ask me how to play. Of course I tried to help, but I had not played for nearly 20 years. What I did not tell him, was that I was not a very good player, and forgot the basics of the game. I quickly consulted Google and looked it up to refresh my memory.
I quickly revert to backgammon, more my speed. Much less intellect required. Challenging, but on a lower level.
One for the road, "A rose is a rose, but a cigar is a good smoke."
Jimmy
Monday, August 27, 2012
Weary, feeling small...
I went on Google to try to find the famous Simon and Garfunkel concert in Central Park in New York City. I have always appreciated their music together.
To go to their concert today would be very costly, and they are well past their prime. Out of those two, I would more likely want to hear Art Garfunkel, but his voice can never attain the levels he once did.
I want to keep my pristine image of the band in its heyday. I always enjoyed the range of Garfunkel singing songs, particularly "Bridge over Troubled Water."
I guess I would enjoy the other songs that are timeless. It is just not worth it for me. The major obstacle is the price of the ticket, especially in light of the loss of quality with their aging.
One for the road, "And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries."
Jimmy
To go to their concert today would be very costly, and they are well past their prime. Out of those two, I would more likely want to hear Art Garfunkel, but his voice can never attain the levels he once did.
I want to keep my pristine image of the band in its heyday. I always enjoyed the range of Garfunkel singing songs, particularly "Bridge over Troubled Water."
I guess I would enjoy the other songs that are timeless. It is just not worth it for me. The major obstacle is the price of the ticket, especially in light of the loss of quality with their aging.
One for the road, "And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries."
Jimmy
Midnight express
I was perusing through a few movies that I have seen in the past. I was looking for a movie that would really bring out feelings and lasting impressions. I decided to revisit, "Midnight Express."
I would highly suggest that if you have not seen this movie, to see it.
I will not give away any of the details, but I believe the movie came out in 1978. All I can say it is a bad idea to try to smuggle hashish out of Istanbul, Turkey.
It was Oliver Stone's directorial debut. It was a small budget film, that was nominated for many Academy Awards, most notably best picture. I also know that the Turks welcomed him with open arms, but after filming commenced prior to the finish, he was kicked out of Turkey, and finished the movie in Malta.
Now, I do not believe in disrespecting or denigrating the laws of another country. But I do believe that the punishment should be commensurate with the crime. In this case, it was not. William Hayes, rest his soul, found out the hard way, but nonetheless…
One for the road,
"You be cool for twenty hours and I'll pay you twenty grand..."
Jimmy
I would highly suggest that if you have not seen this movie, to see it.
I will not give away any of the details, but I believe the movie came out in 1978. All I can say it is a bad idea to try to smuggle hashish out of Istanbul, Turkey.
It was Oliver Stone's directorial debut. It was a small budget film, that was nominated for many Academy Awards, most notably best picture. I also know that the Turks welcomed him with open arms, but after filming commenced prior to the finish, he was kicked out of Turkey, and finished the movie in Malta.
Now, I do not believe in disrespecting or denigrating the laws of another country. But I do believe that the punishment should be commensurate with the crime. In this case, it was not. William Hayes, rest his soul, found out the hard way, but nonetheless…
One for the road,
"You be cool for twenty hours and I'll pay you twenty grand..."
Jimmy
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Trapped
There are times when people are trapped, cornered into the position where there is little place to move. It gets to a point where there is no movement, not even lateral movement.
Often people feel they are trapped at their position or particular job. There is no room for them to continue to reach higher levels. But what I am talking about is the more basic inability to move. At least the aforementioned can actually go to work and get out into a working environment.
What I am referring to are those who cannot, literally move or integrate with the community. They are confined to their space where they live. After all while, they no longer feel like doing anything.
What is especially disappointing is when that circumstance happens randomly. One becomes a victim of their environment, sickness, or mental health. In those situations, they are unable to physically and/or mentally move on.
On its most basic level, one feels like they are in a straitjacket with nowhere to go. I never pass judgment on those who are in that position. Often I see it in the eyes of the homeless, or prisoners, or sick people at the hospital. Passing greetings or a smile gets them through the moment. Sometimes it lasts longer.
My heart bleeds for these people. But in reality, that position, could happen to anyone in a heartbeat.
Once the road, "Love lost, such a cost, brings me things that might get lost going home to you."
Jimmy
Often people feel they are trapped at their position or particular job. There is no room for them to continue to reach higher levels. But what I am talking about is the more basic inability to move. At least the aforementioned can actually go to work and get out into a working environment.
What I am referring to are those who cannot, literally move or integrate with the community. They are confined to their space where they live. After all while, they no longer feel like doing anything.
What is especially disappointing is when that circumstance happens randomly. One becomes a victim of their environment, sickness, or mental health. In those situations, they are unable to physically and/or mentally move on.
On its most basic level, one feels like they are in a straitjacket with nowhere to go. I never pass judgment on those who are in that position. Often I see it in the eyes of the homeless, or prisoners, or sick people at the hospital. Passing greetings or a smile gets them through the moment. Sometimes it lasts longer.
My heart bleeds for these people. But in reality, that position, could happen to anyone in a heartbeat.
Once the road, "Love lost, such a cost, brings me things that might get lost going home to you."
Jimmy
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Forever and one day.
Sometimes life goes by so fast. People say one should enjoy each day. You only live once.
I have some Hindu friends who would respond, "you only live once, that you know of." They claim that you will be back in some form. Some people say that they have lived many lives. People like Shirley MacLaine, who claims she has lived many lives.
I would like to think I was Alexander the great, in a past life. Perhaps I am here in this life to experience a different life, one where I am not invincible.
Sometimes each day goes by so slow. It seems like one day is like one week or even a month. I try to accomplish as much as I can and take solace in any small achievement. Only some days, seem like they are forever and one day.
One for the road, "the drummer relaxes, and waits between shows for the…"
Jimmy
I have some Hindu friends who would respond, "you only live once, that you know of." They claim that you will be back in some form. Some people say that they have lived many lives. People like Shirley MacLaine, who claims she has lived many lives.
I would like to think I was Alexander the great, in a past life. Perhaps I am here in this life to experience a different life, one where I am not invincible.
Sometimes each day goes by so slow. It seems like one day is like one week or even a month. I try to accomplish as much as I can and take solace in any small achievement. Only some days, seem like they are forever and one day.
One for the road, "the drummer relaxes, and waits between shows for the…"
Jimmy
Memories of track and field
I remember observing track and field in high school. I now have a better appreciation for this activity.
One of my closest friends participated and actively pursued this sport in high school. Although he found his true calling in martial arts, later on in his life, he practiced and executed his technique in many of the activities e.g., the shot put, the javelin, and the discus throws. Although quite frankly he lacked the pure size of the other athletes from other schools, he dutifully executed his footwork and technique. As I stated, and unbeknownst to all of us, these techniques were extremely useful in his martial arts, later on in his life.
I could never match the power of various moves and strength he has. I learned quickly that I had to take two blows in order to deliver one. I was always hoping and relying on that one strike. I made many friends, who taught me many lessons on many different systems and techniques. Over the years, I suffered a broken nose, a broken wrist, and broke many of my toes. That notwithstanding, I enjoyed it very much, absolutely no regrets.
I now watch the Olympics and marvel over the athletics. These athletic competitions represent to me sport in the purest sense dating back hundreds to thousands of years. I can only watch and appreciate the performances.
One for the road, "she searched in wild wonder at the joy she had found, the head nurse spoke up and said, leave this one alone, she could tell right away, that I was…"
Jimmy
One of my closest friends participated and actively pursued this sport in high school. Although he found his true calling in martial arts, later on in his life, he practiced and executed his technique in many of the activities e.g., the shot put, the javelin, and the discus throws. Although quite frankly he lacked the pure size of the other athletes from other schools, he dutifully executed his footwork and technique. As I stated, and unbeknownst to all of us, these techniques were extremely useful in his martial arts, later on in his life.
I could never match the power of various moves and strength he has. I learned quickly that I had to take two blows in order to deliver one. I was always hoping and relying on that one strike. I made many friends, who taught me many lessons on many different systems and techniques. Over the years, I suffered a broken nose, a broken wrist, and broke many of my toes. That notwithstanding, I enjoyed it very much, absolutely no regrets.
I now watch the Olympics and marvel over the athletics. These athletic competitions represent to me sport in the purest sense dating back hundreds to thousands of years. I can only watch and appreciate the performances.
One for the road, "she searched in wild wonder at the joy she had found, the head nurse spoke up and said, leave this one alone, she could tell right away, that I was…"
Jimmy
Sunday, July 29, 2012
"Trading these chains, for wings."
"Trading these chains for wings."
I have much respect for those who can compete riding their bicycles. In particular, those who compete in the Olympics, and/or triathletes, whether in the Olympics or other competitions.
These people are not only competing with each other, but the terrain. This becomes especially rigorous when the weather becomes inclement. This includes windstorms, rainstorms, and other terrible conditions.
One also must work within their respective groups and/or countries. The training and dedication must take years of commitment.
The transitions of the triathletes is incredible and takes much practice and organization. Since most do not race in teams, it is truly individual. After accelerating, they must feel like they are flying.
The point of this whole blog is that this sort of training is just another form of obsessive compulsive behavior.
One for the road, "I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle..."
Jimmy
I have much respect for those who can compete riding their bicycles. In particular, those who compete in the Olympics, and/or triathletes, whether in the Olympics or other competitions.
These people are not only competing with each other, but the terrain. This becomes especially rigorous when the weather becomes inclement. This includes windstorms, rainstorms, and other terrible conditions.
One also must work within their respective groups and/or countries. The training and dedication must take years of commitment.
The transitions of the triathletes is incredible and takes much practice and organization. Since most do not race in teams, it is truly individual. After accelerating, they must feel like they are flying.
The point of this whole blog is that this sort of training is just another form of obsessive compulsive behavior.
One for the road, "I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle..."
Jimmy
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