6.103. Reflections on a Saturday Night

Don’t have a whole thing planned to say… just…

Some Thoughts:

  1. The reason the RNC likes a strongman is because it is built around the principles of follow and eventually we will get to your agenda. Trump actually fits that. Whats worse is that they will openly forgive all of his maladies because his strongman charisma is electable. No, not entirely, but he’s better than what was put up against him the first time and will likely be better than Biden the second.
  2. First motorized sushi in a while and we did it for the boy’s big day. It was nice.
  3. Men hide in bathrooms as a way to not be gross around their women.
  4. I feel like looking at my own dislike of Sam Darnold is unacceptable because it feels like acquiescing to the notion that he’s a top QB. Resist!
  5. First time I’ve watched something ‘spit out my water’ funny in a while. It was the dude who strapped a fake bomb to a Lamb’s back and pointed the lamb in the direction of people to see what would happen. The music drop made me spit out my drink. “Run! da da daa daa daa daa da da daa daa daa”
  6. Better blogs to come when I’m not tired after 10pm.
  7. Seriously. Don’t quit this bitch.

6.102. Freewrite Friday

The Word of the Day is Vendetta

I don’t believe in vengeance. Well, I didn’t believe in it. I thought I was above such things. I watched people watch the movies focused on vengeance and found it entirely distasteful. All of the shooting always made me cover my ears. All of the blood made me cover my eyes. I suppose it all changed for me when he stopped treating me right.

It wasn’t a sudden shift. It was not an overnight change from love to hate or even a change to hate. He loved me, but I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel the connection–the warmth that kept my heart from shivering at night. So, I grew cold and I grew distant in my loneliness. I decided that he needed to feel what I felt and perhaps then he would understand.

I started with small things. I traded out his underwear for smaller sizes, so he would think he was getting fatter. I laced the meals with sleep agents so he would grow heavy and tired after each one. Little by little I changed the fine elements of his life until all at once he felt not himself. He felt as I felt. He felt alone and dejected in every moment of the day.

This was my vengeance; my vendetta against him.

6.101.

Part of me wants to spend the next ten complaining about everything that is sub par in my life. Part of me wants to talk about relationships and the realization that I am a bad partner and likely love saboteur. I don’t want to bring folks down tonight, so I will skip the Jibber Jabber. What I will do instead is talk briefly about being a writer and how I try to channel experience into fiction.

That’s the whole game, btw.

We writers take the things we see and experience and scratch them down on a page in order to allow others to share experiences and perhaps learn a little about themselves by how they feel about characters and how they feel about what they themselves would do in those situations. As such the best of us are the ones who’ve been through a little bit and are willing to put that down on paper. This is a very hard thing to do. I’ve been through a few dark moments–suicidal ideations, divorce, destroying relationships, critical injuries, etc. These are the wood I put in the firepit to build a fiery story.

I also add people. I base my characters in part off of me or people close to me. The key dynamic is them but I change reactions or how they choose to present themselves or manipulate history and project what would or could be as a result of the situations their past presented them. This is useful in making sure the characters are not the same or have similar reactions, etc.

I do it because it is an exorcism. I do it to get the thoughts free of me and deal with issues and emotions in a way that makes me feel like I have choice and control whereas real life often offers me neither. It makes me a kind of nihilist at times, but it keeps me standing upright and moving. Also, I like the feeling I get when I’m in the groove of a story.

Some Thoughts:

  1. The Sam Darnold love has to stop. The man was picked ahead of every QB but Mayfield and it feels like the media pundits will try to go to their grave defending him. He was picked ahead of Josh Allen and Lamar Jackson! He’s a bust. He’s not nearly as good as them. Why was it so easy to dismiss Josh Rosen and not this guy? Is it the USC thing? USC Qb’s have not been that great overall. Stop. Just stop. He’s not worth it. Dude has a lower QBR than Mason Rudolph. S-T-O-P.

6.100. Waiver Wednesday

It took a lot of research for this one.

I’ve been trying to get a sense of what the 18 team 13u pool looks like in the youth football league. I will go through 11u next week, but since I got a kid in the 13u game I have skin in the 13u game. The standings shake out like this:

WinsLossesPFPA
CG Scorpions30928
Argonauts306324
Outcast3010814
Juggernauts3012925
WV Spartans215245
Anthem Jags206419
CC Falcons209713
Jr Vipers219227
AZ Fire Dawgs121396
Arcadia Titans123061
EV Bulldogs123969
WV Cardinals125266
PHX Dragons125986
AZ Buffs033178
Lightning0320119
PHX Grizzlies02056
Demon District031274
TOA Skyhawks02077

That is based on a non-weighted sort, which actually means the Juggernauts (my kid’s team) is likely on top. They haven’t given up a point since he joined and have played better teams since that first week where they gave up a bunch. Next up for them are the Cardinals, which looks to be a worse matchup on paper than it is when you think about who the Cardinals played. The Cards fell to undefeated teams. Looking forward to seeing how that shakes out this weekend.

In terms of the overall, it feels as if there are probably 8 solid teams in this league. That leads me to believe the playoffs will be a very good time–high level competition that will be enjoyable to watch and give my kid the time and reps he needs to be successful come fall as he vies for a varsity spot as a DB and as a Kicker.

Some Thoughts:

  1. The media really wants to love Sam Darnold. Even after the trade he is being treated like a star and the Jets as the problem. Conversely, Bridgewater is being treated like a trash QB. I would like to see Bridge head over to the Saints, compete, and show the world that Darnold is not good.
  2. The Giants are starting to do some off the books workouts with their QB. This is a good sign. I suspect that Barkley and probably Beckham will come through and hang out, leading to media speculation that OBJ is headed back to the Giants when the reality is he is just chillin with his peeps.

6.99. Covid Casualties of Sensibility

I had to go back through the last few blogs and redo the dates. I didn’t realize what day of the week it was/is. Chalk that up to another Covid Casualty of Sensibility. If I don’t leave the house on a regular basis and work/teach asynchronously, days of the week do not matter. Sure, there are some track meets and youth games that fall on weekends, and I see my kids on particular days of the week, but those moments feel like snapping back into a reality that is temporary. In truth, short of needing to be somewhere on a specific date or needing to post something for a class, I am legitimately not connected to the standard seven day reality at all, and I like it. That is one good thing to come out of all of this.

So, here I am up in the woods. Last night I noticed my neighbor watching OAN news (for several hours) through their open window. I found myself wondering what sort of reality they’ve been spinning up as a result of that newsfeed. I wonder how much anger they are collecting as a result of what is being pumped into their brains in this otherwise empty wilderness. That too is a Covid Casualty. No, not them persay but the pursuit of Common Sense. We stopped asking questions (or at least the right ones) and began looking for the people who were saying the things we quietly wanted to hear or the things that felt right to us. This has always been the way but it feels much larger now. The filter bubble is expanding. All it took was a strongman megalomaniac on the heels of someone who didn’t look or feel like anyone the ‘people’ were ‘used to’ and the result is what we have right here.

But that is not my cross to bear. Yes, by saying that I am living in a deflection, but I have other things–smaller and more immediate crosses to bear.

Some Thoughts:

  1. I love it out here. I want to live out in the woods and have my own treehouse or other retreat where I can hear the water gurgling in a nearby pond or stream and the laughter of my loved ones in the distance. It is from this perch high in the trees that I would write and love that I was writing as I do now.
  2. Tomorrow is actually Wednesday and I will have some halfway decent football talk. Is football my only sport now? Seems so…

6.98. On a Monday

The words are finding me again. As I go through another draft of this novel I find myself finally ramping back up into writer mode and feeling good about the story and the characters and the conflicts and the world I am helping to shape in this fiction. I really do believe this is going to be a good novel. Will it be a #1 bestseller? Nah. It is still missing something to make it universal like that, but it will do good for what it is and it should be well received by the fan base. I hope.

Well, I am doing my part to make that happen, and as I ramp up and move into my stride I feel like I am going to be able to keep up this energy on into the next project (which I already have) and beyond into whatever comes after that.

Point of Fact: One of the keys to being a successful writer is knowing what you want to do next and in those spaces where the ‘now’ project is not foremost on your mind, the next things start to form up. So, as I proceed and continue to rock this life I intend to focus up on that specific goal of always working on what is next and never letting my writing life turn into that old car that sits in your driveway for months and then cannot start without a lot of help.

Some Thoughts:

  1. In the end the Big 12 did still rep in NCAA basketball. As I write they are putting the brakes on the Gonzaga story with a big time whuppin. Of course, I could be wrong. This can still somehow go the other way, but down 20 seems like it is over.
  2. A baseball stadium hit capacity for the first time since the Covid-19 pandemic became front page news. Too soon, I think. I fear there will be repercussions.
  3. The interface for this wordpress is not as good as past ones. It feels glitchy.

6.97. Sundays in the Woods

This ought to become a thing.

I’m in the woods on yet another weekday and enjoying a cool afternoon where I am with the family and having a wonderful time. We are happy to be out and about and exploring, but I am happiest to be experiencing that type of peace that comes with being out of the city. I want to be the guy who spends time deep in the city (like New York City) and spends time completely removed from it. I enjoy both environments and both add a lot to my emotion and my way of being.

I am working towards falling into my being. I am happiest when I am in that space of writing and spending time with my partner and playing games and having fun on so many different levels. This is how life ought to be and how it actually is. Sadly, life is mostly like this only when I am out of the confines of suburbia or whatever it is you call my natural environment. I don’t know how to make that environment feel like this tends to feel.

Regardless, there is a sense of reset in escape. When you go somewhere else you have a chance to leave the baggage of your daily routine behind and perhaps that is why I cannot make home feel like these days feel. Perhaps that is, in some ways, the point.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Tried unsalted potato chips for the first time. Not great, but they are not terrible. Just okay.
  2. Also trying a Traeger pellet grill for the first time. Should be interesting.

6.96. Kong v. ‘Zilla

The is a no spoilers review of the latest Kaiju installment featuring the major monsters of the past. The Kong v. Zilla movie is not very good. However, it is an enjoyable ride full of the upcoming top memes of 2021. I believe we will find most every scene eventually memed. I look forward to this years version of Red Dress Girl done with Godzilla footage. Which, BTW has Matrix roots.

Yes, I know it is a meme to simulate similarity, but the scene unfolds in a similar fashion so… I am making the point that this new movie sort of feels like that. It sort of feels like the end of everything for that franchise the way that the last Mortal Kombat movie felt like the end of that one or the last Fast and Furious felt like the end of that one. To be honest, the movie would’ve been a lot better without humans taking feature roles. It wasn’t about us. There is so much mythology locked up in these stories that we lose our ability to tell it when we waste time on very bad human drama. Also very rote human drama. No good.

Still, See it. Go into it knowing it is bad, but enjoy it anyhow.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Fun youth football day. Got to enjoy seeing a lot of the kids I coached for years out playing for various teams and doing a good job. The 13u squad crushed it, and that was great to watch. My kid got involved on offense and showed what he can do. That’s always fun.
  2. Sliding into the new laptop. Love the tech, struggling with the sticker. DO I go back to the classic Batman or should I do as I always do and come up with a new approach. I know not what to do…

6.95. Freewrite Friday

Bear with me now. This is going to be a little more of a difficult look than normal because the WOTD is a verb, and one that I don’t often use as a sense of anything larger but largely as a bridge. So, let’s see what happens over the next ten minutes.

Word of the Day: Pertain

I am a coward. I know it. I am learning to accept it. I have no choice.

People like to talk about fault.; about how it is not because of themselves that they are in the condition they are in. If I look back at my life I can find a number of entry points for fault. Take my Grandmother, for example. She was a wonderful woman at times. She went to church, she fed and clothed me, she treated me like I was her own son, and she still died screaming. I remember it well. I Stood outside the room as the doctors worked on her, begging to be let in–to see her that one last time. I often hear her screams in the night, the way she sounded was worse than terrified. She kept telling them that she didn’t want to die, that she knew what was out there and she didn’t want to go, didn’t want to get any closer. She told them to pull her back and they didn’t.

That was the first time I knew that I couldn’t die. No, not that I was unable, but that I was unwilling. I tried to rationalize that fear so many different ways. I stayed up shivering through the nights haunted by the sounds of her dying and asked myself what could be so terrible out there in the beyond that she fought t stay away from. She was old. her body hurt everyday. Yet she refused to go until death snatched her from the living.

That is why I started to research. That is why I looked into all of the science behind life and death seeking some form of answer. When I found none in the pages of the scientists who’ve been searching for these answers for a thousand years, I turned to the people who’ve been looking far longer. I found the answers in religion. Not the new stuff that we allow to define our understanding of time. No, I mean before the concepts of AD existed, in the when before.

Did you know that Jesus was far from the first to return from beyond? The Catonese spoke of Geung-si long before that middle eastern man was murdered to great fanfare. I learned of them and then I learned of others like them whose Qi allowed them not to return from the land of the dead but avoid it entirely. However, it came with a bargain. It came with a very stiff bargain.

So, you see, I am a coward. I did not want to ever die, so I sought out the means of everlife. I sought out that bargain, that belonging that made me what I am. Now I mean to pass on that cost to you.

6.94. Reflections on a Thursday

Trying to get organized and find a new way to approach the work and the writing and the life in general. The tech side of this conversation has me really struggling due to the fact that both MS Word and pages are unwilling to be used on my apparently outdated OS. So as a result I am stuck relying on Google or dealing with the situation in a printed fashion. So, I am going to have to print out these pages I am working on. I’d love to believe I can use Google but I cannot reliably say I will have internet access.

So, here we are trying to figure out how to be better at what it is I do on a daily basis. At the same time the struggle on a day to day basis to get things done is very real. So, what will I do? I don’t know. My “A” plan is to print everything out. I’ve assembled the first 25 pages on a single doc and I could print those. I wish I had a reliable laptop to work with, but that feels more like a dream than ever.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Twenty years ago tech did not rule my life. What happened?
  2. Better yet, how can I translate that into story?