Nuthin’ more classic than them B-52s!
B52s Planet Claire 1979
Good people with good values and respectable morals step up to the plate.
When Washington fails it’s own American people we must pick up the slack. Looks like our LGBT celebrities know just how to start.
If you don’t think this is about Race,
Then you ain’t never been on the receiving end of discrimination.
And if you don’t believe this is about race,
Then you need to look up and read the definition of Racial Genocide.
Puerto Rico is the United States. Puerto Rican’s are Americans just like Texans and Floridians. Apparently the current leader of our federal government doesn’t recognize this. Could it be perhaps they aren’t, as a majority, white Anglo saxon of Western European decent?
Yes I went there. I went there because at this point it is becoming blatantly obvious.
Sunny and 72 degrees F
Fresh cut grass, nice breeze and two back to back Padres home runs.
Life is good!
This’ll get our weekend started!
1984 Jocelyn Brown Somebody Else’s Guy
1984…I couldn’t even legally buy liquor. My friend Kiki kept asking me to shave off young Fearsome because she liked my chin. I could be found every Friday, Saturday and Sunday evening on the dance floor at my local gay disco, The Park. I was in an on and off again relationship with my first lover (usually off was with “somebody’s else’s” guy…sometimes the “somebody else” was another guy and sometimes a woman). I was an aerobics instructor and I made my first ever trip to Ft. Lauderdale Florida.
While criusing the A1A along the beach in Ft Lauderdale and listening to this very tune, in a black T-Top Trans Am mind you, I remember looking at the ocean front condo buildings thinking “My, those people must be rich”. Today we own a couple of those very condos.
Dreams, they really do come true.
The tune still makes me dance. Enjoy!
”However blissful the daydream we entertain, we must wake from it sometimes and struggle with the hard conditions of real living.” …Dorothea Brande
Dreaming is good and daydreaming an escape. However reality is, that life is real. I need the dream to help me see outside of my reality. My dreams help me set goals. I can’t live nor make a life by sitting in a dreamland state. I must work, experience, grow, strive, move, produce, contact, connect, learn and if I fall I must get back up.
No one can live for me. I can only live my life.
Life is fun, but life is work.
Today I contemplate the joy of life that is known as work, struggle, reality and accomplishment.
The tunnel, it surrounds.
Many years ago it was overwhelming and I couldn’t deal with it. The tunnel would encompass my being, my consciousness and shut my life down.
These days it’s passing, fleeting. I feel it. It’s like pressure surrounding my head. Vision impairs and I can’t hold my head up. Then it passes as quickly as it came over me.
I don’t know exactly how I switched it a number of years ago. I do remember the year, 2006. I woke up and realized that it had been gone for awhile and without my anti-depressants as I had forgetten to take them. It just wasn’t there. I was ok and I was of meds. I somehow had switched.
Since the the darkness of the tunnel has re-appeared, as it has today, but fleetingly. I’m glad it’s no longer paralyzing.
I know that in 2006 I decided to live for the future and not wallow in the past. I believe that’s what helped facilitate my change.
Today I hold my head up.
Argent – Hold Your Head Up – The Midnight Special 1973
Whether it’s due to a busy schedule, simple laziness or an absolute loss of words, I’ve been short of actual written entries on this here blog thingy of recent. Today this Kilted Coaches video will just have to do.