Harry Chapin said so, but then, he said a lot of things and like me, some of them were a bit on the irreverent side... ok, so maybe not like me, but I admire him all the same... you should listen if you want a good kick in the head, heart, gut, or somewhere else... but don't listen if you are a masochist cuz that would be like using a Stradivarius as a golf club, a waste of a treasure and a very poor golf score...

it has been a while since I last logged in here, even longer since I last found time to put some words here... I have many excuses reasons words to tell you why, but not enough time tonight to put all the words out here so therein exposes the bottom line, not enough time... as I said before and will say again until I am heard, my petition for a 42 hour day continues to be ignored by the universe... but since there's no getting back to my imaginary home world, I am squeezing in as much life in these ridiculously short 24 hours days as I can manage... I hope you are too...

if you truly wish to know me and keep in touch, my number is 407-325-1482... text or call and poof, we're in touch... it really is that easy... or that easy, depending on your preferred emphasis... and all irreverent aloofness aside, I'd love to hear from you... well, most of you... I think... maybe all of you, but absolutes and superlatives can be so... binding... ya know?...

for the die-hards who absolutely must know every detail of life in real time, there's the RealTime blog over at blogspot that still gets a daily message from somewhere in my head and almost always includes the mundane details of the aforementioned and much berated 24 hour day...

but it's not all fun and games... you will find, if you read my ancient rambles there and other places, bits of what appear to be (and may very well actually be) personal information threaded between odd statements of pseudo-philosophy and abstract sociology, all interwoven (or demolished, depending on your perspective) by my love of irreverent seriousness (and serious irreverence)... and afterthoughts, especially in words... and some people think I jump around in my head too much to actually hold a conversation...

for instance, in today's post you might find, amidst Shakespearean laments over music lost, ridiculous asides meant to be amusing, and just following a caustic chastisement of and reflection on American mindsets and lifestyles (followed almost immediately by the latest personal weather report from the gym and work news), something like this:  

shall this become lament into the sorrow and acceptance of the isolation of living in these bodies or shall it become a victorious celebration of waking to the conscious awareness of being actualized as one with everything enough to bring the ultimate intimacy into the personal life?...

you'll just have to read the real time blog to find out...

if it happens, that's the first place I'll mention it... so as you see, the drama, rhymes, and babbling commentary is not excluded from the supposed-to-be brief real-time blog, no matter how hard I might try...

and here, dear myspace readers (hoping you are still out there, even if we never figure out just why), I wish I had more time to spend reading your blogs (my list has grown long on the side of the page there, aye?... and there are more I'd like to add to it too... in time), I miss you, as odd as that may seem...

it was strangely wonderful to find dozens of new friend requests to click on, not to mention comments to read (and some, alas, to delete) and even messages from strangers (that's almost always exciting for me)... but for all the friend collectors who come along to let my ego pretend I have many loving fans (ego is so easy), it is still those of you who come here to read and leave a message somewhere to let me know you were here that mean the most to me... and if I meant something to you in these few moments we shared, then my time here was well spent...