Well…almost…if you squint a bit.

Spring is here…or so close by as to make no difference.

And those nights…those nights are just plain magic…and the thunderstorms…they hunt me yet again.

Or maybe it’s the other way around.

And I ride.

The worries left behind. The stress scattered to the winds.

Blood, bone, muscle, and steel once again merge into something much greater than their parts.

Apart, we exist. Together…we can fly!

Screaming into the night. Sometimes literally. The darkside calmed. The lust satisfied…if only for a moment.

The soul rebuilt. Ahhhhh.

Yeah, magic.

Suddenly the 20 mile commute into work starts racking up 40, 50, even 100 miles on the odometer of the big Valkyrie cruiser. The ride home is even worse and seems to take me through cities that have no business on my route. Since when is Hugo on the way from Dallas to Garland?

And just what the hell is a Tishormingo anyway? It’s one…interesting…place in the middle of the night.

The wife asked me to pick up some takeout on the way home. Heh. Rookie mistake…she forgot to specify what city to get the takeout from.

I’m happy to report the tamales from south eastern Oklahoma are quite tasty, even reheated hours later in the microwave.

Yum. I’ll simply have to go back.

Too bad I don’t remember where exactly I got them from. It was…that-a-way…I’m almost certain of it.

No help for it…I’ll just have to go looking again!

Maybe this time…just this once…I’ll even remember what I’m looking for.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

From one of my favorite webcomics.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

And failed I have. Utterly and completely.

The stakes? Nothing less than my life.

The task? My weight.

Despite multiple attempts, resolve, determination, and knowledge…still…not only have I not lost weight…I weigh more now than I ever have before.

Yeah…diet and excercise is all it takes, right? And anybody that says that off-hand has never battled a weight problem. Eat less? Yep, good advice. Has the same impact as “Breathe less.” Without constant vigilance and total conscious control it just doesn’t happen.

Exercise I get in plenty…I live an active life. More would be good. More hours in the day would be good too. Diet’s the change that’s gotta get it started.

The pressures are many. The default is to fail. No excuses here…other than to say it is far harder to do than to say.

I’ve attempted many, many things in my life. I’ve succeeded or at least proven to my satisfaction that I could do the task in all of them…all except this one.

Complete, abject, failure.

I don’t like the way that tastes.

They tell me it’s never too late. Whilst I still breathe there’s always a chance for a new beginning.

I’m sick of it…and reaching the age where it will effect what I’m capable of doing…which to me is incomprehensible.

I’ve got…well…stuff…to do. Ya know?

So. A new beginning.

Again.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

This year the 2010 Clarksville Fine Arts Festival will be Saturday, May 22, 2010, from 9:AM to 4:PM on the historic square in Clarksville, Texas.

This year’s festival is shaping up to be a great one. There will even be glass blowing demonstrations!

I’ll be there signing books and will also have original art and some prints.

Art. Music. Food. Fun. What else could you need? Come on by and see me!

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

The only point in my being here is…that I get paid to be here.

Is that supposed to be enough?

Mundanity. New term.

Describes today perfectly.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

Editor Matthew Cardinale says Springston was asked to leave APN last week “because he held on to the notion that there was an objective reality that could be reported objectively, despite the fact that that was not our editorial policy at Atlanta Progressive News.”

Source.

I’m just…boggled…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

Yeah, I know you northern types are sneering over your 12 foot snowbanks at us…but you have to imagine…it just doesn’t do that here. There’s not a snowplow within 200 miles.

Glad we’ve got that global warming thing going on…

Normally our crippling storms are sheer ice…inches of it…but this time it was snow. Trees are down. Some buildings, carports, and awinings have collapsed.

Fun times!

Inches of slush on the streets.

Yeah, I wimped out. I did NOT take the Valk to work this morning.

Ah well…the 450 horsepower, 7000 pound, 4×4 Dodge pick-em-up is a good ride for this.

I even found the keys!

The great part about is it…is that it’ll be gone in a day or so.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

Lobby floor: Marble.

Weather: Rain.

Manager: Wears hard-soled flats.

Result: Falls on his ass. Hurts same.

Follow up: Issues corporate wide email about using umbrella condoms, how to walk on a rug, and imperatives to immediately report wet drips to maintenance.

*facepalm*

Dude…it’s raining. Umbrellas are going to drip. Soles are going to be wet. The marble is going to be slippery.

Email is NOT going to fix the problem.

Of course that’s the world we are in now…it’s always “somebody else’s” fault. I am sorry he got hurt…I don’t wish that on anybody…but is this really some unknown person(s) fault? A person who walked in the same rain you did and then entered the building?

Try this simple solution….Wear some sensible shoes.

Food for thought.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

[Boy:]
I can’t forget the feeling of your sweat upon my skin
And the trembling of your body on the day you let me in
That happens once, only once, in a lifetime

What about love?

The song is here.

She is…one of the reasons I ride…though a wanderer’s soul is a pesky thing…one benefit is that it often takes me far enough away so I can turn around and see what I have…

The depths of the feelings are hard to plumb…

And usually, I, the wordsmith…I completely fail to express it…

The passion. The drive!

Just melancholy tonight…I am a very long way from her.

And it occurs to me…shivering in the cold and the dark…that my demons don’t hunt me from the hot places in this universe…it’s not from the depths of hell they come…rather they spring from the cold places of our existence…they haunt me from the curse of winter…the coldness of some mens’ hearts…and the frozen, unchanging roads of what what some folks call “destiny.”

Hah. Destiny…There’s a thousand miles of it between us…slippery roads, icy bridges, and cold mens’ souls.

The Dragon’s full of fuel. I think it’s time to tackle it…those demons…that destiny.

But that will be subject for another story.

Life’s short.

If you don’t live you’ll just regret it…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

Apparently there is some skepticism that he’s really saying such things.

I don’t doubt it at all. I know I talk in my sleep…but my wife does too and when she does…it is inevitably interesting.

Case in point:
A few nights ago I woke up for no apparent reason (I often do). My wife was warm beside me.

I adjusted the covers and then reached over and rubbed her back.

“Hmmmmmmm.” she moaned in obvious pleasure.

So I rubbed it some more.

“HHMMMMMMM.” she moaned even louder.

So I rubbed her on the butt (Yeah, I’m a guy, get over it.)

Without hesitation she said in a sharp, clear voice, “Not unless you bring the pretzels.”

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer