Quickly because editing calls but I need a mini brain vacay — awesome of the day: I took a late afternoon walk around the block here in Old Town, Alexandria just to refocus my eyes and clear my head and, as I’m strolling with nothing particularly floating through my mind, the fugue was interrupted by a “Damn!” I look up and driving past me slowly, nodding in appreciation, hip-hop thumping from the back speakers, an early-twenties player letting me know that he liked my stride. Now, forgive me for pointing this out. It’s just that I’m fully aware that it happens less and less frequently and that one day will cease completely. So, thank you young dude with the bass beats. Damn right back at ya.
Things for consideration:
Speaking of hip-hop, Ali continues to promote the art and thank God for that because it brightens my day every time. I’d like to rock this choreography out. You may not believe it, but I actually can.
This is on instant Netflix and I hear it’s good so it’s on the agenda for soon. I like old Ryan Reynolds. Nothing better than a good-looking man who appears to be self aware enough to understand the retributive nature of kindness. I’ve had my fill of those who ignore that truth.
I got a reprieve from having to worry about moving right away, which is nice. But I will have new landlords. Updates as they occur.
From Mr. Joseph, with the accompanying statement. I absolutely love this song. But agree with his statement wholeheartedly:
Every once in a while a work of art comes along that defines a generation so perfectly that it sears itself into the collective conscience and is remembered for decades. This is the complete antithesis of that work of art.
Finally, I’m starting to see coincidences everywhere again. I’ve apparently done something right recently and have hit the proper path again. This pleases me. Hopefully whatever I’ve done makes a positive difference for someone else as well.