If you believe that freedom comes from physical constructs (guns, walls, etc.,) and you don’t work to create an internal, personal construct of freedom that releases your mind from fear, then you equate freedom firstly with violence instead of love and respect and you are always going to be afraid.


Dread.

President Donald Trump

I know what it feels like to be over-matched; to find myself trying to operate beyond my abilities. That’s why this confirmation of what we feared, no, what we’ve all known, fills me with dread.

You’re in over your head. … the rest “Dread.”


Wherein Nate Smith’s snare drum gives George Lawrence Stone, Ted Reed, and Joe Morello a big fat wet kiss.


Here is a short list of men I’ve never met whom I nevertheless allow into my ear-holes. They are buglers of some renown. The list is in order of something.

1. Woody Shaw

2. Pops
3. Freddie Hubbard. The Maiden Voyage solo was a career.
4. Miles, particularly if he was pissing someone off at that very moment.
5. Don Cherry/Lester Bowie/Bill Dixon, because WTF guys?

Also, Clark Terry, we did meet and it was seminal. I love you.

Also, also, whoever decided I should have to stop and look up whether it’s ‘who’ or ‘whom’ every time (and then still get it wrong,) should be wrapped in an old Sousaphone and set adrift. You know what you can do with that ‘m.’


Streak.

Persons's walking feet.
Photo by Olia Gozha

I ended a streak tonight. After 167 consecutive days of walking at least 5 kilometers (3.1 miles) outside, I was thwarted by ice on the pathway.

It was a good run. Some days I would do 6K, some days 10. … the rest “Streak.”


Come Sunday

I’m not a religious person, but Sunday does remain my day of rest. A good time to reflect and do some of the light chores that don’t require my full mental focus.

My music collection contains around thirty versions of … the rest “Come Sunday”


No worthy problem is ever solved within the plane of its original conception.

∽ Albert Einstein

I started today strong with good food and a good friend and then I started feeling slower and weaker as the day went on. Like something got in my bones.

No symptoms just fatigue. So I did the only thing I really know how to do, which is move.

I headed out for my daily walk, but it’s already 8pm so it’s dark. I’m kind of slogging along listening to music.

Just as I’m walking around the pile of ‘decorative rubble’ that marks the halfway point at Parkville South H.S and Highway 9, Marvin Gaye sings,

“Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?”

You know how he does it. Damn.

It’s like having all the tired cells in your blood injected with honey.

Feeling better now.


This is Marilyn Jane scuba diving in the British Virgin Islands last summer.

Marilyn Jane scuba diving.

If someone is prefacing their argument with “I may not agree with everything he does, but…” or “Well sure, he says some things I don’t necessarily agree with, but…,” just know you are about to suffer through a bunch of gaslighting nonsense.

And what’s the deal with all these lefties “mourning” Qassem Soleimani? Oh look, they’re all made out of straw.


In a couple of my recent posts containing new year messages and greetings, I signed up myself up for humility and kindness in 2020.

First test of that commitment? Well that would be today.

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War. Is it really so terrible?


Via the Hammock Papers.

Problems which bear directly on the future of our civilization cannot be disposed of by general talk or vague formulae—by what Lincoln called “pernicious abstractions.” They require concrete solutions for definite and extremely complicated questions.

∽ General James Mattis