Bhudda in the Dark


My extreme mood shifts are a real chore to deal with at times. This week I’ve been the calm and gentle Bhudda; at one with the universe, laughing and happy, everything seems as clear as a reflection on still water.

Looking over the last month or so I’ve been in a state of great agitation. Not that it’s all been negative. In fact most has been positive, yet it has still been a struggle to perform the daily tasks that need finished, organize my goals in an efficient manner, and keep the focus on the essential truths about life as I see them.


If I could lock my mind and body into the state it is in today I would live a better life. But it’s not as easy as flipping a switch. Or maybe it is and I’m just fumbling in the dark unable to locate it.


Where is Today’s George Carlin?

Where is this generation’s George Carlin? Richard Pryor? Bill Hicks? Lenny Bruce? Where are those raw, unapologetic wordsmiths that can ‘tell it like it is’ is a way that really gets the point across but also makes you laugh? Laugh at how ridiculous it all is? Laugh at yourself? Laugh at the world?


Don’t get me wrong, there are some funny comedians performing, and there are some ‘edgy’ comedians performing, but I don’t see anyone that rises above the rest. There isn’t anyone that can shock the world anymore, in a good way, and I don’t believe it’s because we’ve become so ‘desensitized’ by it all.

The problem is two-fold. The comedians, for the most part, are lazy. The game has changed. In the golden days of the craft you studied the language. You used wordplay, developed interesting dialogue, discovered your own unique voices if needed and developed characters. You worked the clubs and moved up slowly, always honing and polishing your craft, tossing off the slag, keeping what shined. Write and rewrite. Now it’s about youtube and getting kicked in the nuts. Five minutes of fame and out. So many flash in the pans and so many ‘big name’ comedians that wouldn’t have been able to open for some of the above-mentioned legends. Even the good ones, that I actually enjoy, are just shadows of what came before. Patton Oswalt, Louis C. K. etc… They suck. Sorry, somebody had to say it.

The other problem though is me, and audiences in general. You ever watch old films of live shows? What do you see? People that are engaged. People enjoying the world around them. People without the thing I’m typing this on in their hand, not ‘connected’ to anyone or anybody but those in their immediate vicinity. Whether it was a comedy show, or a concert, or a play the audience was there and they were wholly a part of the experience. Do yourselves a favor and leave that shit in the car the next time you go in somewhere. The world wide web will be there when you get back.

That’s not all though. People at comedy shows could laugh at themselves back then. They could laugh at their neighbors. They could laugh at ANYTHING. Why is everyone so serious now? Do you snowflakes need a safe space? Has everyone forgotten that, when it comes down to it, words are just wind. Unless you’re Zhuang Zhou. Cool guy, Chinese dude, a little before Jesus check him out. They aren’t going to hurt you. Fuck, we’ve known that since gradeschool, or at least I have.

Where is the next legend that’s going to do the work? The one that’s going to have the vision to put it all together, and bring us all together, over the ridiculousness of humanity? He or she is out there but some of that shit starts with you. Lighten up, buttercup.maxresdefault (1)

A Balanced Approach

Life can seem so complex at times. Some of us worry about money, whether we’re raising our children right. Some of us worry about the face we present to the world. Have to keep up with the neighbors. Car trouble, school trouble, legal trouble, that country song from the nineties, T-R-O-U-B-L-E. Worry about what we put in our bodies, worry about politics and politicians. Worry if we’ll ever find the right one, or even the right one for tonight.

Unemployment, inflation, acne, college and college expenses, retirement, hair loss, weight loss, weight gain, sexual prowess, the afterlife, germs, terrorism, pets, whether we’re attractive enough, fashion, being late, being early, bed bugs, bee stings, insurance, plants, the environment, religious beliefs, our parents and grandparents health, Facebook likes, whether people will enjoy what you’ve written…

With all of these worries it can be easy to forget to take the time to enjoy life. Enjoy raising children. Enjoy your morning coffee. Enjoy a beautiful sunset or sunrise.

Music, books, food, fine wine, cheap wine, a hug, a kiss, simply holding hands. Walking, laughing, card games, board games, video games, television shows, a warm blanket, flowers, hiking, biking, sleeping, waking, a cold glass of tea, new socks, starlight, rainbows, cute kittens, ugly kittens, that song T-R-O-U-B-L-E from the nineties, philosophy, sex, good conversation, friendship, and of course a decent blog.

I’m not telling anyone to stop worrying about some of these things; to worry is natural.

I only ask that you never forget to find the joy as well.

My Family

Kind and beautiful, you’ve captured my heart.
Although at times you try my patience, I couldn’t live apart.
Truly I do love your carefree easy way.
Imprinted on my memory, your smiles and laughs each day.
Endearment evermore, my love will only grow; look forward to these feelings when you have children of your own.

Comical is something that comes to mind when I think of you.
How you bring a smile to my face with nearly everything you do.
Running and playing with your sister, or “arguing” with our cat.
It’s amazing to me I had a part of where you’re at.
Simple joy and merriment you bring into my life.                       Trisha my sweet lady, I’m so glad you are my wife.

I look at these two children and step back for some perspective.
Although my life isn’t perfect you three shine through when I’m feeling introspective.
Now son, you’ll grow and change throughout the years, just know I’ll always be here to dry up any tears.

Trisha, my love, my one and only in this dream called life.
Realizing early on your tender ways, I hoped you’d be my wife.
I do, you said when I asked that you stay forever near.
Such a sound that passed your lips, beauty on my ear.
Hearts as one, holding on, to our sweet and joyful start.
Always we are one, nevermore to part.



Love, Respect, Patience, & Empathy

Another attack on joyous festival attendees. I’m an eternal optimist when it comes to the human race. I firmly believe that we will some day learn to get along with one another, despite our differences, and nothing can ever shake that view. Terrorism isn’t a new thing; people have been striking terror into the heart of others since our dawn. But I believe it doesn’t always have to be so.


Love. Respect. Patience. Empathy. Love one another, respect one another’s differences, have the patience to reasonably think through ways we can coexist. Show empathy when something bad happens to another human being, try not to be so quick to jump to conclusions as to why it happened. Just share in the sorrow, try to put yourself in someone else’s shoes; try to see life from their viewpoint. Extend a helping hand in whatever way you are able, without conditions, without judging.


Love and hate are strong forces and they can be contagious. You or I can project these emotions and pass them on; whether intentionally or unintentionally. I try my best to love everyone and, like everyone, I sometimes fail. It’s not an easy task. But I wish we’d all make the effort.

Remember the families in Nice today. That is the kind of tragedy spreading hate brings. Remember the families, honor them, support them in any way you can. France is a goodly ways around the globe but regardless of what anyone tells you we are one. We don’t all have to be alike, believe in the same things, to live a peaceful existence and I believe that each one of us has the power to shape the future of humankind.


Change can be made one small act at a time.


Love. Respect. Patience. Empathy.