the eternal question…again

eternal question

So, I put the eternal question out there again.  I’m not sure how many answers I got last time, but no matter how many I got, the answer isn’t floating around in my head right now.  Maybe I had it and forgot it.  Maybe I forgot that I never had it.  Maybe it’s just a rhetorical question with no answer, rhetorical or otherwise.  Why do I care that this is all there is?  Why can’t this squirrel just be happy for once and genuinely mean it?  Happiness isn’t necessarily a thing to me… I think it’s more of a moment. An eternal moment that comes and goes… as moments tend to do.  I need more happy moments.

We all need more happy moments.  Maybe the answer to this unanswerable question will reveal itself in one of those moments.  Maybe you can’t look for it, try to manufacture it.  Maybe you just have to wait for it.  And you know how much I love to wait.

unique strategy

unique strategy

Nothing unique about this… obviously I need to change my laundry detergent or something.  Although, the only way that would help was if I had any laundry.  Yet another burden of being the kind of unique that doesn’t seem to grab you.

creativity in the modern age

creativity in the modern age with bob the squirrel

Creativity is a funny thing.  Not funny as in a joke, but funny like when a banana doesn’t smell like a banana.  Just funny.  I watch Frank deal with creativity all the time.  It has driven him up every wall we have and completely through one or two.  You can always tell when he’s in that mood… because we suddenly have a new doorway.

You don’t necessarily have to be an “artist” to be creative.  Most of us show how creative we are simply by being able to get through the day in one piece.  The more you rely on in, the less it seems to cooperate.  But, if you don’t call it, try to trap it…let it come to you when it seems ready, it’ll rock your socks off.  That’s what I mean when I call it funny.  It’s fickle.  It’ll leave you high and dry or it’ll save your bacon.

Carrying that burden isn’t easy.  It’s work.  Non-creatives don’t realize how tiring being creative can be.  It’s not just getting the ideas… it’s being able to detect which ones will rise and which ones will start to smell like gym socks dipped in spoiled milk.  Try coming up with five ideas.  Ideas for anything.  Once you’ve done that, do it again.  Once you’ve done that, do it again.  Now, find a wall and run up it.  Tired yet?  Good.  Now take those 15 ideas you had, and pick the best one.  After that. make something out of it.  Then, do it again.

Tired?

comfortable and stagnant…

uncomfortable and stagnant

The thing about being comfortable is… once you’ve attained it, you don’t want to move away from it.  We all know that feeling.  There have been times when I’ve been chilling on the couch and the dogs (Lucy and Maggie) and I am so comfortable that I don’t even feel myself on the couch.  It’s not exactly floating and not exactly standing…. it’s just comfortable.  I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t be laying with dogs… but they don’t care, so why should I?

The problem with comfortable is that you don’t expand your horizons… be that a good expansion or a not so good expansion.

Sometimes, growth is not all it’s cracked up to be.

be kind, who cares about rewind?

rewind

I took some time off from writing original posts.  If I could rewind the weekend, I still probably wouldn’t.  I spent nearly two days away from the internet.  It wasn’t a complete shutdown… I made quirky twitter comments here and there, but for the most part I was away.

What did I learn in that short span of “freedom”?

Not much.  Not much that I didn’t in some way already know.

There are some things in life that shouldn’t be rewound.  They’re special like diamonds are special… they’re rare.  Most of life is spent waiting for special.  There’s a lot of wait between specials.  A LOT.  If you rewind, you have to rewind through a lot of wait.  Not worth it… it’s NEVER as good as you remember.  Never.

I find myself thinking about the past all the time.  I do that because it’s my experience.  It’s what I have in the memory banks.  I can’t think about the future because it hasn’t happened yet.  I can think about writing this.  But they’re only moments.  Only moments.  Happy, sad, painful and joyful.  Life is nothing but moments.  Moments that break up the waiting. The long, long, stretches of waiting.

accessorize your life…

accessorize your life bob the squirrel

I’m not one to accessorize… mostly because I rarely wear any clothes.  Call it au natural, naked, nude, bare, skinny, unclothed, undressed, uncovered, disrobed, disclothed, disappointed that it wasn’t nicer looking… whatever.  I don’t need the bobbles… I don’t need the trinkets… I am perfectly seasoned.  That’s just me.

Now let me tell you the one about Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

Why would I need to accessorize?  Why would I even learn HOW to accessorize?  Don’t get me wrong, I dig the occasional scarf or hat.  In fact, I can pull those things of pretty well.  I just don’t need to.  The more layers, the less meaning.   Keep it real.

But what do I know?

backside realizations…

backside of good

Without a backside, there’d be nothing but frontsides.  But, how does one determine it’s a frontside when there is no backside?  No backside… it’s nothing but a side.  See where I’m going with this?  If you do, great… send me an email and tell me because I sure don’t know.

We all have two sides.  The one in the back is useful for many different reasons.  We need them to sit.  We need them to give others something to watch as we walk away.  We also need them to learn.  A lot of living things think with them, which makes sitting for those individuals a dual purpose.  It gets our attention.  It surprises us when we least expect it.  It’s a burden and an asset.  An asset that will always be worth what you invest in it.

The biggest asset is also a liability.  The backside is the biggest target that others have of you.  There’s a reason why backsides don’t have eyes…they’d always be open and they’d always be bloodshot.

Ah backsides.  Be sure to take care of yours, before someone does it for you.

when the cuteness fades…

when the cuteness fades...

I honestly didn’t know I even had cuteness until it was gone.  To think, I wasted all that good material and got absolutely nothing for it.  But, that’s how the culture crumbles.  We like things that are overly attractive.  We like things that seem as though they’ll last forever but know they never will.  Cute animals turn into older animals that don’t get the attention they once got.  Sure, they’re cute in the commercials, the notepads, the posters etc…but the cute is over.  Way over.

I’ll never be cute again.  But in a way, I’m cool with that.  Maturity has some benefits as well.  When I get there I’ll try and figure out what those are.

bob and SpaceX…

SpaceX Bob

In case you didn’t know, SpaceX, a commercial spacecraft and rocket company, made the second successful ISS docking using their Dragon supply spacecraft.  This is beyond cool to say the least.  The spacecraft is passing test after test and could one day fly astronauts not only to the ISS but on missions into low earth orbit.  Have I mentioned how cool this is?

Notice I said astronauts.  To take the title of a very funny movie from the 1990’s: “What about Bob?”

The Dragon is not crew rated yet… meaning, no live human passengers (I’ll assume no un-live ones either).  But what about me? If the weight is a concern, I’ll go on a diet.  If the life support is a concern, I’ll take some scuba gear and hold my breath every other breath.  I would love to be the first squirrel in outer space.  Not a cartoon… for real.

But, the media has a field day with squirrels.  We’re nearly always to blame for some power outage…to be fair, it’s nearly always true… but why label an entire species because of a few fried idiots?

I’d promise Space X I wouldn’t touch a thing.  I’ll train myself to keep my curiosity at bay and my hands to myself.  Any Space X people out there, hook a squirrel up!

the middle…

going out in the middle

I’m perfectly okay with being in the middle.  For most, the middle is the best they’ll ever be.  I’m thinking that as a squirrel, my prospects for the top are slim.  I’m going to set my sights a little lower, hopefully improving my demeanor in the end… and in the front.  There’s no shame in the middle… the middle is necessary.  Without the middle there’d be no bottom or top.

 

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