It’s all roots music. Blue grass, outlaw country, folk, metal, reggae, lots of pop, the first 2 iterations of ska, list goes on. It’s all based on the same formula. Im not saying thats a bad thing, I dig roots music. It’s simple, groovy, infectious, and gets you moving.

…till mom says come home for dinner and it’s liver again.

I’m not sure if believe in a “meaning” to life, but I’m here for a good time. I’m married (2nd time) with 3 kids. I work to support us and pay the bills. But why do I keep living? Why not kill myself in leiu having a cup of coffee? Because death is inevitable and if it’s going to happen anyway, I can use the brief time here to experience all that I can.

I figure the Universe is going to go on with or without me and there’s not a thing I can do to change anything. But I’m not here to change the Universe, I’m here so it can change me. I’m a bird soaring through an infinite void with a brief passing through a bright window. Why not appreciate the view while it lasts? And if I can, why not try to make anyone’s else’s brief time out of the void a good time too? Life is absurd, existence is chaos, and it’s all just funny as absolute shit.

I think really, there’s no reason for anything but ice cream is good, hikes in the woods are rad, hanging out with pets and friends is joy. Why stop doing that just because nothing matters?

Ha! You’re not wrong there. But really, you’ll only be out a scoop of ice cream and a tea spoon of evoo. I like it, my wife does not. I don’t like it enough to do a whole bowl of it, but it does make a good sometimes-treat.

When who ever is wearing them doesn’t look cool. And a lot of looking cool is giving zero fucks about other people’s opinion of ripped jeans.

Yeah, really. Give it a shot. Just try a little, maybe one scoop of ice cream, a little drizzle of evoo, and just sprinkle with salt (kosher is best but any will do). It makes it savory. You gotta try a couple of bites though, at least two (this is a rule I try to stick to, sometimes it takes a sec for your taste buds to figure out wtf is going on). If you hate it, you can wash the flavor out with a fresh bowl of ice cream.

On the list- Record podcast with some friends, fix a kitchen drawer and adjust some doors, mow my lawn, laundry. So far I’ve done everything but the mowing. And at this point I have zero intention of doing it. Partly because it’s time to eat jelly beans and watch YouTube but mostly because I’d have to finish cleaning the trash out of my yard I started cleaning yesterday. The excuse for not doing that is trash doesn’t get picked up till Thursday.

Vanilla ice cream with good quality evoo and kosher salt.

I have no idea who that is but I’m going right now to find out.

Still one of the greatest live acts around.

Such Great Heights covered by Streetlight Manifesto. This is one of the songs that makes me think about how much I love my wife.

This isn’t true at all. He’d be shipped to El Salvador for being brown first.

Fresh clean sheets on a well made bed daily.

Hmmmmm.

In 5 years or less we will be living in a world where people have their paychecks garnished to pay back food loans.

Money and greed.

But you can help. Grab a grocery bag, go out side and pick up some trash. Talk to your neighbors. Go put change in parking meters that are about to expire. Go through a parking lot and put shopping parts in the corral. Get a bag of frozen peas and feed some ducks (not bread). Get some cheap paper plates and a marker or two from a dollar store, make happy faces and staple them up on telephone poles.

The more we act hyper-locally, the better we can make it. Maybe it will inspire othdrs to do the same. But even if they don’t, you’re still making the world a better place.

Oh yeah? Prove it. Name every number.

I’m not sure of the details but hazmat will be involved and it’ll probably make the news.

“Time flies, time crawls You’re a prisoner trapped between its claws Life sucks, sometimes You gotta learn to live between the lines”

Pretty much as written. Time marches forward no matter how I feel about it. My best friend died, people still sat in traffic on the way to work. My wife said she wanted a divorce, the mailman still brought me bills. I made the best chilli I’ve ever tasted and my neighbors cat disappeared. You gotta learn to just accept that life is fleeting and carve out your own space. Find your own joy. Bring your own good time. Because life doesn’t owe you anything and moaning about it won’t make things better.