Here we go – a “resolutionary” charging into the future on a mission to… to … …???

Oh yeah – to write every day month year more than I did last year. Hell – just words right? I can do whatever I want with them. I can be a smartass or a dumbass or a wiseass or a jackass or just an ass – or not. This should be easy-peasy.

I’ve certainly shown my proficiency at the written word in all of the journals I have stored around the house. They’re scattered around in all shapes and sizes, with all manner of inspirational cover.  Opening them is like an adventure in… blank pagery. Somehow they don’t do a good job of reflecting my good intention. The intent of converting brilliant thought through the use of language. Expressing my artistic talent through painting mental pictures with exquisit arrangement of words and phrases. I could swear I did that in those journals… a couple of them have writing on a page or two. Must’ve used crappy ink on the other pages and it faded away. I have a couple blog posts on here but they are fairly crappy, so somebody else must’ve hacked me and made entries here. WTF is an ice cream chef?

Anyway – here it is – the new blog. Spillage from an overflowing brain. Hmmmm – somehow a picture of a backed-up toilet just came to mind. Oh well let it flow – the picture is painted.

Where am I? Sitting in Connecticut facing a transitional time. Ending a longtime career and excited about heading out on a new adventure. Getting old… probably actually already old, but not sad about it. Embracing most of this aging thing except the diminishing physical stamina and ability. Actually like being old. You can fart and nobody bats an eye – they just endure and accept it in preserving your dignity. Afterall, – you’re old and you probably can’t help it. Truth is, I’m still completely and firmly in control of my emissions and choose to fart sometimes just to make everyone uncomfortable. I can also dress inappropriately and nobody says a word! I can show up in plaid shorts, a aloha shirt, black sox, sandals,  and a red straw hat OR dressed up like 50 Cent the rapper and it’s just ok. Nobody laughs or comments you’re just an old-timer and proably don’t think about being cool, sexy, or bad-ass. Between deciding what to wear and whether or not to fart – I’m having a blast. The downside is being dismissed as “just an old man who wants things old school”. Old doen’t equal stupid, bigotted, ignorant, unsavvy, or closed-minded. Fighting that, is a pain in the ass, but I hold my own.

So where does this go and what does it accomplish? The second question fiirst. At the very least it constitutes my 2014 annual blog entry. Aiming a bit higher; it is the 1st quarter report for 2014. Shooting for the moon; it is the January entry and the first monthly installment. Weekly or daily? C’mon man – I’m not Aristotle or Socrates – what could I possibly have to say about anything that often?

Now for the second question. Where does this go? Well… I started out talking about my proficiency at consistent writing. Depending on your definition of consistency, this is part of a string of random mind-dumps (there’s that over-flowing toilet again) which are woven through my computer presence. WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN? It’s called rhetoric… a means of convincing someone I just said something meaningful and important when I actually said nothing. I don’t know where this goes. I’ve already met my resolution – to blog more than I did last year. This may be as far as it goes… we’ll see.