Yes, the Kraken Rum commercial with the Frank Sinatra song is stuck in my head.
"A writer writes, always." So it goes in a great movie, "Throw Mama from the Train."
And in a drunken stupor, the writer writes... always. Or, dot, dot, dot, always (for emphasis).
I just finished reading a couple of books related to that somewhere beyond the sea. The first was Joshua Slocum's "Sailing Alone Around the World." Decent book, but written in the early 1900s so a bit old. That guy sure was full of himself. But I guess you'd have to be to sail a boat like his around the world with no modern technology, getting shot at by aboriginal South Americans and such.
Second book was Cap'n Fatty Goodlander's "Buy, Outfit, Sail" book about buying, outfitting and sailing (hence the name) a modest vessel around the world at modest expense. So you can see where this going. A plan is being hatched. Not a new plan, per se, but an old plan among many being re-energized.
More to come on all that later, of course.
More importantly, however, is life. Yes, life. People say it's middle age. Does things to you. You do weird things, buy corvettes, pick up hot young chicks, as you pontificate on your own mortality and the very real recognition that your days are indeed numbered.
I don't think that's the whole story. It's not about realizing mortality but understanding life. It's about becoming more aware. A heightened awareness. A learned awareness, learned only in years of experience. You recognize what's important, if in fact there is anything that is "important."
Dot, dot, dot, and so on.
Yeah, I know, I say it every time. Gee, I don't post on here enough. Oh, but I will. I will. Just you wait and see.
"A writer writes, always." So it goes in a great movie, "Throw Mama from the Train."
And in a drunken stupor, the writer writes... always. Or, dot, dot, dot, always (for emphasis).
I just finished reading a couple of books related to that somewhere beyond the sea. The first was Joshua Slocum's "Sailing Alone Around the World." Decent book, but written in the early 1900s so a bit old. That guy sure was full of himself. But I guess you'd have to be to sail a boat like his around the world with no modern technology, getting shot at by aboriginal South Americans and such.
Second book was Cap'n Fatty Goodlander's "Buy, Outfit, Sail" book about buying, outfitting and sailing (hence the name) a modest vessel around the world at modest expense. So you can see where this going. A plan is being hatched. Not a new plan, per se, but an old plan among many being re-energized.
More to come on all that later, of course.
More importantly, however, is life. Yes, life. People say it's middle age. Does things to you. You do weird things, buy corvettes, pick up hot young chicks, as you pontificate on your own mortality and the very real recognition that your days are indeed numbered.
I don't think that's the whole story. It's not about realizing mortality but understanding life. It's about becoming more aware. A heightened awareness. A learned awareness, learned only in years of experience. You recognize what's important, if in fact there is anything that is "important."
Dot, dot, dot, and so on.
Yeah, I know, I say it every time. Gee, I don't post on here enough. Oh, but I will. I will. Just you wait and see.
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