Archive for October 2013

Red Bird Blue Bird   2 comments

Would it be weird if I pulled over on the side of the road while driving to work to take a picture of a bird on a street lamp?

lights

 

Here’s a better look at this fellow.

prettybird

 

I think it’s a red-tailed hawk.  (S)he was chillin just watching traffic.  I had to stop as it was something I have never seen before…not the hawk, but a hawk on a light pole/lamppost.

If you have been following me since the beginning, you will remember my encounter with a Bald Eagle HERE.

Finally, I am on Twitter, my first foray into social media.  I do not consider this blog “social media” as I am not socializing with anyone here.  I say what I say then I go away.  My issue is I am not sure I want to link my blog with my twitter, and vice versa.  Anonymity is the spice of life…and also allows me to keep my opinions varied here on my blog without future employers knowing how I really feel.  However, on twitter, there’s my name, my picture, and everything.  So, we’ll see.  Maybe I’ll link them, maybe I won’t, but mostly I am sure none of you care.

 

 

Posted October 23, 2013 by mayday76 in Uncategorized

#hashtag   Leave a comment

I am hesitant to be writing a new blog entry so soon after last week, as I feel like I have been temporarily robbed of my humor (if I even ever had any), cynical insight, and acute ability to gab about nonsense.  I know though that this is temporary, and that this too shall pass.  I only wish my friend John had allowed whatever he felt was ailing him to pass as well…another minute, another hour, another day, and maybe he would have seen past the moment.

So in light of trying to see past things, I am trying to see past why some clown in Venice Beach, California, is using my name on twitter.  I mean, WTF?  I am not on fb, or any other social media…yet.  But I am starting to look into it.  My non-political future may well require that I have these social media tools in order to reach out to “my people,” whoever they may be.  So I go try to register my name, in various forms…all taken.  But the guy in Venice Beach really has my name, and that’s the one I want.  He has only twittered once, he has hardly any followers…so it’s like, why bother?  Just give it up guy.  So I found him, I thought, online…and I called him at work, figuring maybe we could come to some sort of agreement.  He apparently no longer works there or never worked there.  Ha, the guy can’t even hold down a job and he’s running around on twitter using my name.  That is just bad for business.

Luckily for me I have an enforcer in southern California.  This person at various times has been my protector during my formative years, the bouncer at my parties, collecting the obligatory $5 for a solo cup and access to the kegs…and he is also my brother, most of the time.  I think I may send him up north to Venice Beach to find this “twit” using my name.  We’ll see how he likes tweeting about that.

I no doubt will be hash tagging my name all over the internet in short order.  Be ready.

Posted October 10, 2013 by mayday76 in Uncategorized

Gingerbread   6 comments

About 12 years ago, I was helping my brother and some of our mutual friends build an outdoor ramp to the front porch of my family’s house for my mom, who at the time needed to use a wheelchair.  Our house was far from handicap accessible…the front porch being about 10 steps up from the ground.

We had a nice group of builders show up for the job when the time came…we had fire chiefs, off duty cops, paramedics…you know, the usual group of wanna-be contractors, each with their own set of skills…my set of skills were geared towards fetching the lunches.  Fine by me.

It was quite the project.  The ramp had to meet the standards of my then-boss.  He was definitely the foreman/head builder of the job, having the most practical experience building wooden objects…though his were usually meant to float.  The ramp would have to rise 12” for every foot of length.  How you can calculate that is where you lose me.  Somehow, these guys pulled it off.   Add to that, the ramp had a nice 90 degree turn to it as well.  So in the end, we had about a 60’ ramp, sharp turn and all.

Along the way, during one of the grueling work days (not for me of course), one of the new kids, as I would refer to him, showed up on my lawn unannounced, but ready to work.  He, I guess, saw all the commotion in the yard and, knowing a number of the worker-bees, decided he should drop by….on his bicycle, mind you.  I don’t think he was old enough to drive.  See, most of us were volunteers on the local fire dept. and ambulance.  This new kid was also new at the volunteer gig.  That’s how he knew the guys in my yard.  So I had no problem with him being there…I recognized him…he was friendly and clearly just wanted to be part of the group.  He lived about 5 blocks away too, so he was my neighbor-ish.  He lived in a house known locally as the Gingerbread House…known as such because, well, that’s what his house looked like.

From that day on, he and I were friends.  I got to know him just as he appeared on my lawn that day, a friendly, outgoing, always smiling kid, who just wanted to be part of the group.  As time went on, we would bump into each other here and there, at Grand Central Terminal, where we would be coming from or going to jobs neither of us liked.  We would always share a joke about how much that sucked.   Always a smile, always a laugh, no matter where we were or what we were doing.

So today, this buddy, whom I have not seen in too long of a time, took his own life.  I am writing this for me more than anything else.  But it is also important that I let others know how I will remember him.  Smiles.  Laughs.  Friendliness.  I hope those that knew him better than I will also remember him this way.

 

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit-

Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a fellow turns about

When he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –

You may succeed with another blow.

Rest in Peace John

Posted October 2, 2013 by mayday76 in Uncategorized