the Kalends of March

I can not be sure if the frequently questionable character of my blog articles swiftly dissuades people from return visits to peek at them or not.

I hope whoever you may be, if this is your first of subsequent visit to these online demesnes you will keep in mind that the overwhelming majority of it is fictional. Frequently even parts of things that aren't preambled with the "fictional" clause.

I've been using the blog to exercise my writing muscles in different ways. The only thing that bothers me is that I don't get a whole lot of feed back. I am not sure if this is because one, more than one or none of the following:

1. Most of the people who read my articles are friends or family and don't wish to hurt my feelings.
2. Most of the people who read my articles are friends and family and are disturbed by both the writing as well as the possibility that the writing is further evidence of my rapid decline into the bowels of dementia and the sooner it is acknowledged, the sooner someone will have to be elected to have me rounded up before an inevitable incident.
3. Most of the people who read my articles are complete strangers who are so intimidated by my command of the English language and my compelling narrative that they are at a loss for words or otherwise do not want to influence the inevitable publication of my works after which the cheap bastards will have to pay for the pleasure.
   

In order to demonstrate that even if option 2 is viable, it is not yet necessary; I will go with option 1.

On rare occasions I will get a comment from someone, not always through the blog which is set up to accommodate anonymous comments such as this recent gem from a dear friend, I haven’t inquired as to whether she is on medication or has some sort of substance abuse issue. She said she was looking forward to seeing something of mine published. She described the blog in general as

"..entertaining, a bit crazed...quite fitting to this f'd up world. I love it.”

If I ever do get anything published it would be a fitting comment for a back cover blurb.

I am painfully aware that there are frequently articles posted which are not always as thoroughly proof-read for spelling, grammar as they should be. That is an editing failure on my part.

I am also not quite so full of myself that I won’t acknowledge there is a lot of sophomoric content here. Most of it is painful pedantic prolix prose I precariously place pretentiously poking a presumptuous poison pen in the public eye. Yes, I am a wordy bastard, alliterate, not illiterate.

However, there are a couple of articles scattered in the mess that I actually like and feel good about.

I probably should keep my mouth shut and count my blessings that no one thus far has skewered me with their editorial critiques.

Anyway....

I went to Immigration yesterday and had my tourist visa extended.

In the next week or two I need to decide if I am going to fly back to Penang Malaysia or if I am going to Cambodia.

I am leaning toward Cambodia as it would be a chance to see something different.

What else that isn't terribly exciting?

I have been working on writing on and off line as well as trying to teach myself how to write and read Thai. Since even my spoken English is at times difficult to understand, I figure if I get good at reading and writing as long as I can get a hold of a pen and paper I will be OK.

In other news....

Hope all is well and everyone is recovering from the "tragedy of the millennium" aka Anna Nicole Smith's death. Unbelievable crap. I have been informed by several States Side that the news media are spending as much or more time covering that mess than what I have seen over here. It is beyond madness.

Oh and there was a blurb about some guy driving a stolen car into a pole in Baltimore.

You’ve got fine journalists keeping an eye on things for you. Look at the fine job they’re doing keeping the nation informed of the Anna Nicole Smith situation.


But I digress to happier non sequiturs and other musings.


I once had the privilege to work with a good man, who contrary to my teasing was anything but “a bitter little man”. . He was extremely loyal and generous to a fault towards everyone that worked for him. I worked hard for him, for a while managing a warehouse and a shipping department for the business he had co-created with two others.

For the most part he tolerated my unique management style. We had our little and big differences of opinion in private. However, frequently during our morning walks, surveying the facalities and discussing the coming days tasks and goals before my crews showed up, the friendly combative nature of our relationship would shine through.

Usually towards the end of the walk, especially if I had made a particularly impolitic comment, he would narrow his eyes at me, pause for effect and say,

“Interesting evolutionary path you’re on today. Other than that; good morning”, before stalking off to check on one of the other departments.

That was a scant 6 years ago. A couple of life times for me.

Here I am living in colorful, yet comfortable conditions. Experientially gainfull and unemployed. While I find myself in some sort of self directed exile from familiar things and many people I care about, I feel calmer and in a way happier as well.

Just last year at this time I was beginning some adventures careening around the States in my little blue jalopy which may have brought a few of you into my life and vice versa..

It may have something to do with having been exposed to Frost at an impressionable age, with his “road less traveled and miles to go before I sleep”. (Thank you Mrs. S.)

Interesting evolutionary path, indeed.