Paul Kempe art. This journal is where I document my thoughts and feelings. It’s serves the purpose to exercise my brain, and relieve stress, while entertaining myself and anyone else who might be interested in what I have to say. I make this public in the name of art (the proverbial “get out of jail free” card), out of love for life and my brother man. I sometimes get a little too serious, and pardon me. Sometimes I think I know best, and I know better than that.
I walk for my mother, and everyone else who are unable but wish they could.
Every step beats death back by a day. Every step beats down depression, and the fear of dying. Relentlessly and with great vigor I step strongly forward to chase away the demons and welcome the angels sing. I raise my arms, hands up, I’m free, for I’m of the Universe, nothing can stop me, for I don’t exist in a form which can be stopped. An atom, when hit, I disperse, and take new form. My brain funktions in a similar way. When I walk I communicate with my self, and sometimes get lost. It’s easy to see how someone could be here in this dimension today and gone into another tomorrow, only to never return. We see these people on the streets walking and we condemn them to degenerate homelessness while not knowing jack shit about it. Driving around in bubbles that they think define them, lol. Perhaps it is who they are, what do I know, it’s here, and now, and that’s all that matters, and I feel that if I’m not careful I will move into the next dimension only to not return. I walk out of fear, I need to beat back fear.
In the morning I wake up, I put on my makeup, in the mirror my mind already made up, what I’m gonna do, who I’m gonna be, who I’m gonna see, who I’m gonna … No fear, no fear. Yep, keep those balls in the air, don’t let them drop, what … another ball …
Once I was junkyard dog muzzled and tied to a tree, wondering who and what was oppressing, back against the wall, one day it occurred to me, throughout history, fear was getting the best of me. Coulda shoulda, woulda, a record meant to be broken, fast is the past, do the math, today is the future, hesitate and they’ll shoot ya.
From Clay to Ali, perception is reality, win some, lose some, don’t be loathsome, brush yourself off and win yourself back some.
Photographs from (Paul Kempe) taken on December 4, 2019 while walking from Beverly Hills to Downtown LA, in chronological order. The took about 3 hours and 45 minutes (2:45 pm to 6:30 pm). The mood and spirit of the walk was as described above.
Paul Kempe Life Live No Scrimmage
Should have put in a video, some other time I suppose, when I have more time.
Last night I watched the movie “Return of The Green Dragon” on Netlfix which I enjoyed, as if it were a comic book. I kind a like gangster movies, for whatever reason, I’m not really sure. Maybe it’s a guy thing. Any chicks out there like gangster movies ? Holla !
In the movie there was a part where the gang leader tells the young recruit, that in the gang you can be someone special, and that if you don’t follow the gang you will be no better that a “Fisherman” in China, to which my first response was, that might be pretty cool, if I had a kind wife, who is content with her lot in life as I, and if there was a decent school for my children. I’m assuming we’d have a roof over our heads, with a bathroom, kitchen, heating in the cold, and cooling for the summer. Perhaps we would have internet access, a guitar, violin, and a piano, and maybe a little drum set. Is that asking for too much ? I wouldn’t want to be a deep sea fisherman who spent multiple nights away from home at sea, though some people might like that. When I think being a fisherman in China, I think fishing from a small boat on a river, and living in a riverside community, a life that allows me to come home everyday after work. It wouldn’t be so bad. We would need a town doctor of course, but that would more or less be a pretty good life. Oh yes and please give us plenty of books to read, and something to write on and with. A personal computer for each family member would be perfect. So that we could educate ourselves and create. Actually I would rather be a farmer tilling the God given soil, it’s the same thing more or less. The main thing is that I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping up with the “Jone’s”. I wouldn’t have to think about my future, and my retirement, one doesn’t retire from a way of life.
Why does man think that he needs to aspire to greatness for the purpose of having many things and many wives. Why is man not content with a decent, healthy “way of life”. All ways of life require a job ( or work) that allows us to acquire and maintain the essentials in life, one must pay to dance, that is life, so get over it right. Make the best of it, do it well, and be proud. A job doesn’t define us, how we do it does, and what we do when we’re not working does.
All man really wants and needs is to be productive and feel respected and loved. Yet we complicate our lives to the point, we no longer want to live it anymore. We complicate our lives so much that we need a drink just to get to sleep at night. It all seems strange to me.
My question is this: Did man go backwards in the last 200 years ? Well, my life was going swimmingly till I borrowed money five years ago for an apartment that is bigger than I need, that I don’t even live in. Why, don’t ask, I was a fool. Banks rule the world, thus they rules us, and they don’t give a rats us about us. There is something terribly wrong with this picture. The banks that exist today are not the same banks that were set up to help a man in bad times in an ancient times. They might be good for some, those who know how to manage the system, but banks are really no different than sugar, drugs and alcohol. They are an addiction for so many, a noose around the neck of society.
All I can say is that, once I pay off that loan, I will be free to roam, and do as my hearts content, by which time I will probably be near death.
Ask yourself this, are you truly happy today ? When you wake up in the morning, and you look upon the day which is blooming before you, are you truly happy ? Does that Mercedes Benz really do it for you ? Does that big ole fucking house that you nor your family members fully utilize really do it for you? If the answer is yes, than you are truly happy, if the answer is no, than what’s so wrong with being a Fisherman, or a Farmer, or a Welder as long as you have love, respect, dance, and music, and perhaps a little wine and a little herb. Ha ha.
This was a dumb post, but it is something that I think about all the time, and when the gang leader tried to make being a Fisherman in China look like a someones worst nightmare, I had to say something. It’s the wrong message for kids, and it’s a message that our education system instills in our children. Our education system is a product of our modern day banks. And it is big reason in my not so humble opinion that some many people struggle to stay afloat.
Why don’t they teach us how to find peace in school, and be peaceful. They could teach us how to breathe, and relax, and be grateful, rather than teach us how to be great, because to be great is to be greedy.
Oh well …
Good Day ! Paul Kempe Live No Scrimmage
I mean like look at all the exercise one gets from doing manual labor. The health care system is a mess, because of the change in peoples life styles, the easy access to processed foods. Thank you Uber for now delivering it to our doors, now we don’t even have to walk to the restaurant anymore. Yeah I get it, your tired from slaving at work all day. Yep.
There is nothing wrong with wanting fame and glory, that’s what gets many people outta bed in the morning. Nothing wrong with being rich too, but it’s not for everyone.
It’s a discussion, or a conversation, nothing more. It’s how I feel this morning, by nightfall I will be someone else. No big deal. Don’t take it so serious. Talking is good, writing is good, get it off your chest.
When people cry no one listens, no one cares, but when whales cry, an entire scientific community is ready at the helm to decipher the meaning. Perhaps if we spent more time and energy trying to decipher the sounds of Man, we would know more about ourselves, and then what ? We’d be horrified, the same way babies are horrified when enter the world beyond mummies tummy. But not for long as we learn to ignore the things we don’t like or agree with in hopes those things will just go away.
Exercise is an Art. Exercise involves more than just the exercising the body. Exercise open the mind and fills the spirit with life. Exercise heals the mind, body and spirit. Exercise should be fun, re-energizing and re-rehabilitating, the same way music is, which is why we dance to music. For dance is a close as we can possibly get to heaven on earth. Of course fucking and surfing provide similar feelings of euphoria, but while surfing is an art and thus a dance of some sort, fucking is different, because when we fuck we are well … fucking things up, smashing and wrecking to obliterate. The thing is one can’t get properly into the proper state of fucking without dancing, for dancing is the foreplay. wtf …
Exactly, what the fuck am I talking about ? Not sure. “When people cry” Live No Scrimmage Paul Kempe Sadly life is pretty simple. Say it, get off your chest, get a load off and feel better. That’s what exercise does. Exercise throws off all the shit.
This is a short story about the night the lights went out in all of Japan, on March 11, 2011. It was a day and night that I will never forget. It was an awesome, and spectacular display of Mother Nature. No one was hurt in my neighborhood in Ofuna, Kamakura City. If you want to pass over the music go to 34 minutes. The music however is the best part. It’s more than meets the ear. It’s a process of learning and discovery… self esteem. It’s a conversation I have with myself. Talking to ones self is good, it’s like talking with god… ratta ta tat, pishhh.
Why we do it ? Why do we do anything ? The bottom line is that “we do it for love”. To care for, to be cared for, to respect, and to be respected, I always wondered why the words “respect” and “care” were not part of the definition of Love in the dictionary. Because in the end, true love really means to care for and respect, for it not than love is merely just a pleasure. That seems pretty shallow to me, and if the dictionary is right and that is what the majority of people think love is, then it’s no wonder society is the mess that it is, with everyone at each others throats.
So why do we do it ? Why do we go to work everyday, and struggle and fight ? We do it for our families, we do it for our children, and our friends and of course we do it for ourselves. Yes we must love and respect ourselves, in order to be truly at peace and content. I could say happy but happy is really the exclamation point at the end of being at peace and being content. The frosting on the cake. There is no frosting unless there is first a cake, or a bread. It is the salt and pepper on your steak. Happiness cannot be achieved unless there is first love in your heart.
So why are are so many not at peace when they are so loved by they’re wife, husband, children and friends, because we are greedy, blind, and ungrateful. How do I know this ? Try thinking how you’d feel if god forbid, someone you love were suddenly no longer with us, passed away. Exactly, nothing else would matter, all of a sudden you’d realize how much time you wasted chasing things, and ideas that are not very important. Things like getting high, drinking, and getting stone. Even reading the newspaper and watching the news everyday would seem like a waste of time and energy.
As for myself, I ‘m no different than the rest of you, I struggle with my priorities everyday, which is why I can arrive at such ideas as this. My music may seem ridiculous, but I know that my music is my heart crying for love and so, I continue with it, but at the same time, I have family and friends who depend on me so I have to work. That I have any job, which is an opportunity is a blessing. It’s not the work that we do, that defines us, it is the ideas and thoughts we harbor in our heads. Nothing of value comes without paying some kind of tax, that is life, and it has been this way since the beginning of time, not just for humans, but for the birds, the bees, and the bear.
The trick is to know why you live, and once you answer this question correctly you will find life far more bearable, and even enjoyable. Life is truly what you make it. If your sad and fed up, than it’s within your power to change the way you feel. Changing your president will not help the majority of us, but changing our mind will.
In conclusion let me say that my point is this, “we do it for love”. Everyone swings for love.
Hmmm, that’s all a crock a shit. We are all no different than a fucking amoeba. We are here today for a very short while, and then we are gone, and someday this earth will be gone, and the sun will be gone. It’s the horrifying truth of the matter, and love is just the best game in townbecause love makes the medicine go down. The brighter your imagination of loves power the brighter your day. We are in fact delusional, and that’s what really separates man from the rest of the animal kingdom. lol
Paul Kempe: Live No Scrimmage Something about Love, and how it’s criminal to say you love someone yet never do anything for them. recorded October 23, 2019
Today October 27, 2019 I’m reporting that my wife who never leaves her office for lunch (yes she’s nuts) walked to Wholefoods yesterday to get her own lunch, by herself. It’s a huge step toward the light that my wife most surely needs. Especially when just a seven weeks ago she was hospitalized with a bleeding aneurysm, and just a month ago had the brain of a three year old. I have witnessed miracles, but this one takes first prize. She’s a workaholic who was taught by her mother that money was the most important thing in life. This is not fair to say about her mother, who didn’t no any better and was born and lived in a different time, a time when Japan was struggling as a nation to go through national rebirth in the skin of capitalism.
Contrary to what you have heard, mans best friend is not a dog, perhaps a woman’s best friend is a dog when she can’t find a man good enough to satisfy her, but a mans best friend is the Pussy. Some people say puzzy, and others have other names they call it or her, but for the sake of this writing it is a Pussy. A warm and seductive Pussy is the gift that god gave all women. Without it, man would wonder the world aimlessly looking for a place to plant his tree, and nothing of value would get done. The world would be a mess. The reason that society has some semblance of harmony is because men and women are bound at the genitals.
Behind every great man is a great Pussy, a woman who gives her man a reason to come home, and a reason to keep coming home. Take away the puzzy, then you may as well say good bye to your man. I don’t care how much man loves his female friend, companion or spouse, if she doesn’t offer up the pussy, he’s gone. I know cuz I have been there. I endured eight sexless years with my wife who I still love so very much, before I left her for another woman. It was and remains the most painful decision I have ever made, but would make that same choice again, and again and again. Of course not any pussy will do, a great man needs indeed a kind, pleasant, loving, caring, and reasonable woman to wear that pussy. Good pussy with a bad attitude is bad puzzy, and detrimental to a mans well being.
It matters less what a women looks like, than how she treats you, and how she treats you will dicktate how you treat her, and others around you. A great woman supports her man, loves her man and appreciates her man, and a good man will naturally want to return those same favors. This is in the end is what becomes the cables that join man and woman in Love. There are many kinds and degrees or levels of love, but the one that envelopes a man and woman in Love is the most special and unique. I have found that kind of love (thank god) and because of that love I can dream, and fight for the things I value in life. Things like sobriety, good health (physical and mental) and economic prosperity. Yes people behind all good deeds, are good women who freely and merrily give up the pussy. Pussy is a mans first and foremost place of refuse, he will do nearly everything and anything for a loving and caring woman.
Man are born from pussy, and it’s pussy that sustains us. Make no mistake about it. If a relationship is not working it’s because either the man is too dumb to know how to make it work, because he knows too little about life, or the woman refuses to love him, and to love means to fuck. She may not always want too or like it, but if she really really loves her man she will do it with a smile.
That my friends is simply how the world works. This is a mans perspective and this is a mans world. It’s a mans world, make no mistake about that too, and every and any good woman will acknowledge this. Why because this is a force of nature and nature cannot be kept in a bottle.
Peace. Whew ! God bless the woman who serves up the pussy with a smile. Which is why even a whore house makes a better home than the home many men are forced to live in everyday with a spouse who does not offer up the pussy like it was the greatest show on earth. If your not happy, check yourself first to make sure all your boxes are checked off, if they aren’t get them checked off, after you have checked yourself than check your woman. Always check yourself first, because nine times out of ten, the man is missing a few ingredients. This is not only the case with relationships between lovers, but with all people. 90% of the time it’s us not the world that’s wrong but the way we look it. Our attitude shapes our perception.
Why? Cuz this is what I do. I’m a fifty nine year old man, who answers to no one but himself and with myself I’m brutally honest. I’m not a perfect man nor do I have all the answers, but a woman is as close to perfect as life can get, and there is a good start.
We are all slaves to the image we think we need to keep. None of us can afford to tell you how he really feels and thinks without some kind of backlash, except for the artist. the real, true blue artist, who’d rather be poor bouncing from couch to couch than fall in line with the rest of the banal assholes and elbows.
We are all slaves to the machine, the machine of evolution. It can’t be turned off. This machine is what drives human need and desire, which is why there will never be a cure for avarice. Everyone wants to get high, and feel good, and the only way to do that is to stay busy, keep your eye on the prize, have a dream, and have something to take your mind off of the things you don’t want to think about.
We are delusional, we con ourselves into getting on in the program, and our entire society is built around keeping us in the game. Hence the winners and the losers in the world.
It sounds awful, and impossible to break free from these shackles, but there is a way, and I know the way. I have been there, and there is where I’m going to return. But for today all I want to do is bury myself between my wife’s legs.
The day started with nearly no sleep the night before, because I haven’t recovered yet from the South Korean time zone. By 11:00 am I had already consumed 7 shots of Starbucks espresso. By 1:00 pm, I was so tired and weak I could barely walk to get myself something to eat. For lunch I opted for half a rotisserie chicken, no rice, no vegies just the protein. Within minutes I was re-energized. After lunch I decided to buy some weed, to smoke in the event I felt the urge to take a nap, which would have prevented me from getting to sleep at night. I went to Shivas on Hill Street and bought the cheapest that looked the best. I have been buying the most expensive that looks the best in the past, but I didn’t feel it was all that stony, and wanted something that provides more of a buzz. Something cheap and good. Like with wine, just because it’s expensive doesn’t mean it’s good. Sure enough I got lucky and the stuff I bought was cheap and good. After I took a few puffs to learn what exactly I had procured, my buzz started, and I decided to head over to the YMCA for some calisthenics. I ended up playing for two and a half hours from 2:30 to 5:00 pm. Cheap and good, yep that’s the way to go.
While I stretching after dancing at Pershing Square as I like to do on my way to the YMCA, I nice lady came over and offered me a drink of water from her Aquafina bottle. I was a little surprised, and said no thank you. The woman said, yes right, of course not, and stammered off as though angry. I watched her walk away, wondering what that was about, but came to no conclusion. I was still in my meditation zone, and really didn’t have space for outside thoughts at that moment. A few minutes later, I was done stretching, and continued my adventure to the YMCA, as made my exit from the park, I saw the lady sitting down on the wall, with a younger male friend. I was startled because just a few moments earlier she was walking in the opposite direction so I didn’t expect to see her there. I still failed to understand the meaning of her water offering, until a minute later and I was no longer in the park, and I felt bad. She wanted to meet me, and she is shy, so the water offering was intended to create an opportunity for us to perhaps talk a bit, and get to know each other. She and her friend had been watching me dance around the park for 15 minutes or so, so she had a pretty good sense of the kind of person I was, and she decided I might be compatible in some shape, or color. She was an attractive woman with a healthy tanned body and about my age, a little younger. She was also very shy, it appeared to me in retrospect, and I was sorry that I didn’t comprehend all this earlier. Had I known this when she stammered away feeling embarrassed because I rejected her water offering, I would have ran after her, and told her not to feel bad, I was in another world and unaware of what was going on. I felt bad that she reached out to me and I let her down. I was dumb and slow, as usual. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but I’m pretty sure, it’s the way I see it to be.
I’m two weeks sober today. Yeah, the two week mark is when I notice the neuro genesis begin to kick in, and I start to progress, instead of marking time.
Yesterday was the first time in a couple months that I have felt the magic that life is. I felt strong, and sure. I felt good from lunch time on. It was a good day. Somethings could have been better, but it’s never perfect. We must always take the good with the bad. Life is peaks and valleys, “like a roller coaster” as Mauricio from Starbucks said it this morning at 4:45 am, and I said, indeed, and “all we need to do is learn to ride it”.
If you want anything good to happen from this life, you gotta will it. If you are more or less in good health, that is half the battle, the other half is your attitude. You gotta make your own magic. You gotta love yourself, and believe in yourself, and when you do that, others will like you better too.
Peace. Have a good day. This Paul Kempe aka Daruma Live No Scrimmage
Hate violence cannot be tolerated, of any kind against any people, anywhere and especially not in America, lord please no, not in America. Those who identify themselves as white supremacists are dysfunctional, mentally disturbed, delusional cowards, which is to put it mildly, and need to be taken away, and dealt with. The government needs to step in and be proactive in this matter, and clean this shit up. The President needs to take action, not just make a speech.
This is a very sad day in America, very sad, and that is also putting it mildly.
This kind of topic is not the kind of thing I like to post on my website. I’m about love, peace, hard work and find a way toward sanity, but the events that have taken place over this weekend require that I take a stand against the kind of violence that has taken place. It’s not enough of course but it’s better than nothing. At least you know where I stand, and I hope that others do the same.
The belligerence and hate speak coming from the American political scene on both sides needs to stop. Not sure however if it can be. The art of communication, decency and diplomacy in our country is lost and has been for a long time. Long before Trump.
America is great because of our laws and our diversity, but it can become a shit hole faster than you can put butter on bread if we decide to divide ourselves by racial lines.
We are one people all cut from the same cloth of humanity, we are supposed to be humane.
A sad day in a America indeed. If politicians can’t be civil, you need to vacate your position, you are as guilty of murder as those who fired the gun. Racist laced rhetoric has no place in American politics. None what so ever. If your intellect is so challenged that you can’t express yourself in a way to solve problems without using race, be gone, get out, and go away. Your not fit for the job.
It’s a sad time in America, very sad time. We can do better, and we deserve better, but the American people need to get they’re heads out from between their butt cheeks, and vote better, on both sides of the aisle. For those that think all our problems are because of Trump, your are the one who are most blind. Eye for an eye politics is a child’s game that can be and has become very dangerous as you can see.
Indeed the events of this past weekend can in part be blamed on our political government clowns, both democrat and republican. Grow up or get out.
A white supremacist pulled the trigger, but he was inspired to do so by government clowns posing as political leaders. One would have to be a complete moron to think that running around spreading venomous racist rhetoric is a means for solving problems that plague our country, and those who support them equally idiotic. Maybe America really isn’t capable of a democracy. It’s ours to lose people. Look at yourself in the mirror and seek the truth. Don’t listen to what the media and your friends are telling you listen to your own heart and your own mind. I hope to god you can find some semblance of common sense. Cuz if you can’t find any, we’re doomed. This is the biggest problem of our time. I hope we can find the courage to be civil and diplomatic. I’m 59 years old, so I won’t be around for much longer, but for the sake of children, we need to grow up.
I’m not sure how this post will be received, I did not review it before I posted it. I have spoken what I have wanted to say for a very long time, and so it is, what it is. I said what I felt needed to be heard. If you are offended, well… you have proven my point.
Oh yeah, and lets not give the media a free pass because they are the ones who give these incompetent government clowns massive amounts of free air time. Why, because there is a demand provided by the equally culpable audience.
But those are just the bad days, which are few. You can lay down and wallow for only so long (unless your on drugs in which case I feel sorry for you) before you feel the need to get back up and join the fight. The fight for life. After all, we are human and that is what humanity is about.
Yesterday I played basketball and exercised. Yesterday I went for a walk and walked into a church, a big church, a huge church Cathedral of Our Lady of The Angels. Wow, what a church. It’s like a fortress or a monument. The ceilings are so very tall. I lingered in the church for about thirty minutes at least. Being that it was a Saturday afternoon there were very few visitors during this time, and I was fortunate to enjoy the quiet solitude with the spirit of God and Jesus. At the church I learned the story of Jose Sanchez Del Rio from Sahuayo Mexico. It is an impressive story and made me think deeply… for a while.
My only meal for the day was: Broccoli Tomato Mushrooms Avocado and Cashew nuts. I like Cashew nuts, dry roasted and salted. For added flavor I sprinkled apple cider vinegar and half a lime over the salad. The baby bell mushrooms were sauteed in olive oil ,Himalayan salt and black pepper. Total cost $8.57. Yum.
This morning I feel peaceful and slightly reflective. I considered for a moment before I had my coffee, while walking to starbucks at 7:45 am, what it was that I have contributed to the world, and thought of nothing, notable and felt ashamed, but than I wondered what it was that anyone else has contributed and didn’t feel so bad. Ha ha. I did however think of Micheal Jackson who gave us great music. I guess that is why I like music so much, for music really is a gift, or a blessing, because it many times lifts us up, and brings us closer to heaven.
Thank you lord, thank you Jesus, thank you everyone who gave me the time of day when I needed it. I’m the sum of the people I have met in my life whether in person or through books. I have been blessed with the wisdom to know the power of love and being grateful.
Finally today I thought about my feeble existence on this miraculous planet earth, and the day that I fall from consciousness like a leaf from a tree to rejoin the womb (soil). The sun will still shine until it does no more at which time none of this will matter no more. Ain’t no big ting braddah! Sometimes we make more of things than they are. I guess that is why humans can be classified as being creative.
Peace. for the stupid search engines Grateful by Paul Kempe
I’m not a man I’m not a woman I’m a human being One of Homo sapiens Carbon What ever the fuck I think I am I like being a plant sometimes, or a tree Think how cool it might be if I were a river, traveling downstream from the mountain top, shrouded (i hate that word) lets try veiled in a puff of moist cotton filled with feel good forever drip drip fuck it’s sad yo when love mother fucken has to come to this stop let me off I’m cold
To bow is to offer respect to another, and acknowledge that there are indeed higher powers in the world. It is to lighten your load. It is to know that you are not alone in the struggle. To bow is is a display of humility. To be humble is for easing the tension, and reducing friction. To bow is to bridge
Today a Korean man of about eighty years old who I sorta know from the Ketchum-Downtown YMCA saw me running up 5th Street as I was trotting to the YMCA. He greeted me as I approached Grand with a bigger smile than usual, said “good” and shot me a thumbs up. I smiled more broadly than usual in return and as he walked away I bowed at his back, and boom it hit me, we all need someone or something to bow down to sometimes. The same way people need a hug. I guess this feeling we get from bowing has a lot to do with why people go to church or the mosque to offer themselves in prayer.
For the last thirty years I have deployed the bow as a means to show gratitude, and respect toward my brother man. I bow to anyone, my friends, teachers, coaches, the cashier, a person who holds the door open for me, our employees, customers, associates, and I bow extra deeply in the spirit of the Japanese Samurai to my doctors, my CPA, and my lawyer for being able to do things for me that I’m unable to do myself. I have seen powerful men and women bow to each other, many a times. I have lived in Japan and South Korea, so I have a lot of experience with the usefulness and interpretation of the bow, but never until today did I feel that everyone stands to benefit greatly when the are able to learn to bow. After bowing to the old man today, who I barely know, I felt like I was one of the luckiest people in the world because I had someone that I could bow to. I didn’t even bow to his face, and it was still a powerful display of ??????? (what’s the word). I felt like I was on top of the world, and that the dying thirst of my heart was quenched all at once at that moment.
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Today I’m 5 and a half weeks without a drink. This is the longest streak of being alcohol free in over 3 years maybe longer. I have however been over using marijuana in it’s place, which I feel has taken away some of the edge I like have, but waking up sober every morning, makes it worth it, I think. So now that I have boasted about my alcohol free streak, and being today is a Friday, the odds are that I will have a drink or two or three or four today. I hope not, but if I do, it won’t be the end of the world.
There is good reason however to continue my alcohol free run, and that is because I have indeed once again started working on the book, and since markets are closed on the weekends, Saturday and Sunday are good opportunities to write. That said, I have not been sleeping well lately because I have been consuming too much coffee, and perhaps I could use a rest this weekend. That would be an excuse to drink however, so …
I’m sure there is more to write about but it’s 6:30 and time to go to work. Have a good day