my careless contagion

No need for introductions. We all know Enya. Good. We're done here then. Well,  maybe I should add some more. Only Time was released in 2000. If you were me, you weren't doing much in 2000. If you lived a better life than me, you were building things you are enjoying now. It was a long time ago. Perhaps you started your career or bought a house or had a baby. I don't know. I wish I had done those things instead. But, time reveals our mistakes as well as our triumphs. The only way back to the right path is to seek God. Let's move forward. They say time heals all wounds. Time alone can't do that. Time is just days going by. It has no power in and of itself. I had wounds that festered since my childhood that weren't fully dealt with until God said it was time. Without the Lord moving in my life, I would still be handicapped and struggling. Or, I may have simply died. Grief can do that. It saps your life force. Makes you sad. Weak. But, let's continue. One thing...

Someone once said they were looking forward to experiencing the aging process. I thought they must be incredibly bored to say such a thing, especially since had I endured a thing or two of aging. Honestly, I never thought I'd be nearly 45.  I try to see each day as a blessing and not something to simply endure. But, what things have I noticed about aging? What have I learned? By the way, my son took these photos of a random middle-aged guy. Okay, it's me. I don't take photos of myself, so this is what you get, candid looks at a man in the process of aging. Permit me this. I know a woman who has aged with dignity and grace. I can’t help but mention her. You know who she is, and I seek to age as she has. I learned a lot from her, but some things remain a mystery. And, it’s likely she doesn’t follow this blog anymore, so I can talk about her at will. Kind of like I always have. Haha. She is the most beautiful creature I have ever known and I am in love with her. There. Or I ca...

A Thousand Miles From Nowhere by Dwight Yoakam. Why am I posting this video? Why not? Stop asking so many questions. Do you work for the CIA? I'm posting stuff that doesn't have anything to do with anything. It's liberating. Probably won't post much about my life anymore. Instead, I intend to write about things of absolutely no import. Actually, by that definition, I should write about my life exclusively. Haha.  This song was released in 1993. Think back to what you were doing then. That's how long this guy's been rocking. Well, longer, actually. And it probably took him that long to get out of those leather pants. Oof.  I like this video because it's a split screen, which is not something you see very often. It's a lot for the mind to process, two screens at once, but it works. When our minds are overloaded, we are more susceptible to things slipping into our subconscious unnoticed. Our minds have gateways, and when we're bombarded, things slip thr...

The woman defies explanation. And, try as I might, I still can't adequately describe her. It's like looking into the sun and trying to describe its brightness. Boy, you'll go blind doing that. What’s the analogy for words, though? Perhaps, if I keep staring into her brightness, I'll run out of words. Will I ever run out of words for her delicate features, luminous skin, and everything that lies beneath? Only God knows.  It's like she’s from another time and place that never existed where people are true and fair and honest to a fault. So authentic. So innocent. So pure. I want to put a smile on her face and laughter on her lips for the rest of her life. She deserves that and more. She radiates something to which I gravitate. I've never been able to name that thing. It's her. It's something in her I fell in love with years ago. That innocence. Does she know what it does to me? She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Inside and out.  I'd li...

I was at the YMCA when the inspiration for this post landed in my lap. Literally. In the form of a ping pong ball. My son finished soccer camp that day and had swimming lessons that night. And the Y was having a bash of sorts. There was a guy in a jackalope suit (or something like that) and lots of college kids milling about. Free food! My son had the largest hot dog I've ever seen, and I had the pulled pork (which seemed to upset my stomach, but everything does these days). We were chilling out, eating, when the kids playing ping pong started to catch my eye. The boy was dressed in his baseball uniform and was hitting the ball way too hard, sending it across the room several times (and many times where we sat). The girl was having a ball and was so pretty with her big smile and even bigger curly hair. And then he hit her in the face with the ball. She was silent (the unfortunate among us know that silence) and then she threw down her paddle and grabbed the ball and threw it at him...

If you harbored any questions about my sanity, you are now likely alarmed. Because, once again, I'm choosing to write about retro/vintage stuff. By now you should be used to it, so tag along and have some fun, if you like. Or hang out on the brain-rot that is TikTok while the rest of us have fun. Those are your options.  I have no idea what the above advertisement says, but it makes me want that boat of a Mercedes. What a good-looking vehicle. Clearly, this is not from our era. A lot of what drives my retro obsession is nostalgia. (And I could keep writing these forever, but, hopefully, this is the last one.) If I was lucky enough to be one of the 1% of people who owned a car in that era, I sure hope it would have been a Mercedes like that. This is the traditional role of advertising. It makes you aspire to something. Now, not so much. It's more of a social re-education thing going on. But, at its core, advertising is propaganda. True then and now, regardless of what they'r...