Love comes in many forms, and positions too. Loving-kindness is one of the Buddhist Divine Abodes, along with compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity. In Christian thought love is greater than hope or even faith (according to Paul). He thought love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. The Beatles thought love was all ya need, but can’t buy it.
Well, ol’ Hansi’s ancient ass recently took a swan-dive into full geezer-hood. I started to use a cane to help me get around. I fought it for a long time, but finally came to the conclusion that ‘it’s time’. I have a really bad collapsed ankle from years of running, and am now afflicted with sciatica – a real pain in the ass. So I’m a little unsteady on my feet, and a cane helps with stability and eases the sciatica; don’t wanna fall down (the curse of getting old, especially if ya can’t get back up again.)
It’s taking me a little bit of time to get fully used to using a cane. First thing I discovered is: where do ya put the thing when you’re not walking around? I can see now that those canes that stand up by themselves (with the four little prongs) are not just for the seriously disabled, but could come in real handy especially when you’re on your feet and using both hands. This got me to thinking. I need a cane that has a multitude of functions, kinda like a Swiss Army Knife, but in my case a Swiss Army Cane.
My cane would not only stand up by itself, but also have a grabbing device with trigger at the handle, so you could pick up things without having to get out of the recliner; being magnetized is a must for them small metal objects. A light would be nice, and also a remote so when you forgot where ya left it, you could just push a button and a beeper in your cane would go off and you could hobble back to the bathroom where ya left it hanging on the towel rack. GPS would be nice, but I doubt I’d go far enough from home to need one. It should glow in the dark; it’s hard to find things in the middle of the night, and a cup holder is a must.
Right now, I think my invention is weighing in at close to thirty pounds. Might have to go back to the drawing board and make some revisions. Did I leave anything out?
I probably cranked these out just after I made a batch of carrot juice. Says a lot about a person…like maybe you’re a health-food nut? Well, only if ya grow your own carrots, and a few beets, a touch of parsley, and all the kale you can stand and throw in on top of it all. Mmm Yummie. Maybe not, but it sure is healthy and you can taste a certain earthy-ness of all the root crops. Beets are good for your liver, carrots help your eyes – never saw Bugs Bunny wearin’ glasses – kale, what can I say… a super weapon of a food (if you can get by the taste).
Carrot juice is kinda like the hashish of ‘health-food’, super concentrated vitamins and minerals without a ton of bulk. Not that fiber is bad, oh contrere! Fiber is like the ‘Drano’ of your digestive tract, pushing out all the stuff that ya don’t want lingering around down there. Who wants to eat ten carrots, and chase it with a raw beet? Not me! But I can easily consume that much via juice in a nice tall glass with umbrella on top. Cheers!
During the late 60’s The Wife (then Girl Friend ) and I were art majors at a small liberal arts college in Thousand Oaks California. Two years ago someone decided to have an Alumni art show so all us Art majors who went on to work in totally different fields because we didn’t like the starving part of life as an artist, could exhibit our most recent works. Having not done anything “serious” in decades, I decided to show-off this sketchbook.
It was a real treat to have actual real live people look at it in person. Before the show, I only got to exhibit my work in the blog-0-sphere, which is virtually like real life, but doesn’t count. If ya wanna be an exhibitionist, you gotta do it in person.
I sure hope all you folks who stop by here for a hallucination are real people, and not Russian bots (whatever that is) tryin’ to influence me politically. If I wanna be influenced, I’LL chose what I’m under the influence of. That’s because Hansi is an all-American boy. I only eat hamburgers, drink Coca-Cola, and have a slice of apple pie every day. I don’t like Vodka or the Russian version of roulette!
I never really finished filling up the pages on this one. That’s because when I started blogging again, I totally stopped drawing. It’s hard to do both. Drawing is a non-verbal right side of the brain activity, while blogging (writing stuff) is a very verbal left side of the brain activity that requires paying attention. Unlike politics, both sides of my brain are good and come in handy. I do, however prefer the right side (brain only), for my internal dialogue resides on the left side of my brain. Sometimes I try to get into a conversation with my internal dialogue, but he usually hogs the conversation. When he isn’t, we’re often having arguments about shit that’s happened in the past or sharing scenarios of doom in the future.
The two sides of ones brain are not separated by some kind of impenetrable wall like the one we’re gonna have between us and Mexico (which they are gonna pay for). There’s a lot of seepage (like our present chain-link fence) between the two. That’s why I find it best to live in the present moment. Unfortunately, my present moment typically consists of daydreaming about stuff I’d like to do in the future or re-living incidents in the past. Mindfulness allows one to hear their inner dialogue, but not listen to it. Mindlessness sucks ya into the dialogue, with the false hope that a sound logical argument could change its mind.
“I’m so glad I’m livin’ in the USA. Where hamburgers sizzle on an open grill all night and day; the jukebox jumpin’ with records in the USA. Anything ya want, they got it right here in the USA”. So sang 50’s black rocker Chuck Berry before he was sent to prison for taking a 14 year-old white girl across state lines for “lewd and immoral purposes”. What could be better than living in the USA? Well, seven other countries like: Switzerland, Canada, Germany, the U.K., Japan, Sweden and Australia in that order according to a US News and World Report article; the US is number eight.
Switzerland number One? Hmm, that neutral country that used to make our watches. Canada? Are they even a foreign country? They really don’t count cause they’re right next door to us; no wall yet. Germany and Japan? Didn’t we kick their asses (Germany twice) in some war a long time go? The U.K. I can understand, I’m still a big Beatles and Rolling Stones fan. Sweden? I’m of Norwegian descent and Swedes are our mortal enemies. [Norway did win the most medals in the Winter Olympics, by the way; maybe some of them could immigrate to America and be on our ski team]. Hard to believe America is number eight, even behind Australia of all places [fake news if I ever heard it]. Sure hope we’re above ‘shit-hole’ status.
Here’s a little secret that only you and I will know. ‘Best’ doesn’t mean Greatest. Best is good, and in some cases pretty good, but ‘Greatest” is better than best. All those other countries just copied America. They’re all democracies (our invention), some have socialism (which is okay as long as I don’t have to pay for it), and …they all have Mc Donalds!!
So there you have it. You always imitate the Greatest, not necessarily the ‘best’. I may not have a great big house, or a German car – yet. But I’m getting there. Through no effort on my own, America is getting greater and greater on a daily basis. Just ask Chuck Berry.
I did these ones (remember that they are separate drawings drawn on separate days) back in February 2017 when I was about to turn seventy (yes…Hansi is an old phucker). This page is especially bizarre. If you look closely, you’ll notice that a lot of these shapes look similar: striped sausages, some with polka-dots? I see it more as a variation on a theme, than obsession.
Getting old is a trip, and if ya don’t watch it, a fall. Don’t wanna fall down! I’ve found that moderate cannabis use can ease the pains of aging (arthritis etc.) and provide a non-alcoholic way to relax and enjoy music. TV is better with weed, but if too stoned, short term memory loss can really kick-in, making it nearly impossible to follow a story-line. Music is what really sounds good when you’re high. Especially all that stuff we were listening to in the sixties (they were all loaded too).
Don’t think I’m advocating marijuana use for everybody. In my state it’s totally legal*. My feeling is: If you don’t have your shit together, you shouldn’t smoke pot. There’s some really potent shit out there, that can blow your mind and distort things which just aren’t real (like my drawings). Plus, if you have an addictive personality, No Way. Sure, marijuana isn’t addictive, but if you’re an addict (as in personality disorder), you gotta watch anything which can get out of control
* Legality is a mixed blessing. I personally voted against it feeling that with legalization comes taxation and regulation (I’m not a republican!) Medical marijuana was working just fine if you wanted to stay legal and paid $60 for your special doctor, who spends an intense five minutes examining you (sometimes via Skype) to determine that you too could benefit and ease suffering with medicinal marijuana – what a joke! But you were legal. Now it’s all about money, and how everybody can their cut of the action. The new California Gold Rush is on full blast. And the only one who’ll get hurt is the consumer.