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June 10 Just set up blogging tools again…trying to tie them all togetherWith Facebook, Twitter, Windows Live, Blogger.com, and perhaps Wordpress in the near future…I really feel a need to tie everything together to keep my updates from becoming my second job. I'm trying to reduce the time demand needed for hitting and updating all of these spots because I want to focus on my desired secondary projects (the short film, the stories, the game design, the art) and studies for my profession (lots to read about in the field…never ends, always in flux). Hopefully Window’s Live Writer can help me in that goal. It’s good that my Facebook and Twitter are linked, it’s good in a number of ways…I just don’t wish to spend all my time blogging. I want to write creatively as well. Blogging, or social networking, can take so much time out of your day… June 04 Florid The other day (Tuesday I think), I was catching up with my friend Robert at work. We were just chit chatting...not really about anything in particular, but I did assure him that his 8 year old daughter is much too ugly and will never have a date (the truth: she's darling, cute, and she's going to have boys all around her like seals barking for bits thrown from the zoo rails); an aside to Mike and John, you're both in the same boat! This came up because Robert had a new picture of his daughter sitting on his desk. My God, these kids grow up much too fast. I don't have any, may never have any now at my stage of life, but I feel the parent's sadness at how fast they grow up. It's amazing, gratifying, and heartbreaking all at once. Love is a complex ain't it? Yes, I mean a complex. Robert's going to have to start practicing breaking down, oiling, and refitting the pistol so that he's in practice (this is the way he's planning on meeting her future gentlemen callers). If I put myself in his place, John's place, or Mike's place...I totally understand where they're coming from!  Anyway, somewhere in this conversation we got to recalling "the old days" as is a the won't of us cube dwellers of middling years whose suns may have taken the first step off the zenith. He's just picked up an old school Jeep Wagoneer and was thinking--well, dreaming--of putting in a floor mounted 8 track! I love it. While vinyl is making a nostalgic come back (spin those platters boys and girls!) and the pop of needles hitting the groove still exists, I think 8 tracks may be a lost cause, but I hope he goes for it. I just don't know how much Willy Nelson one can handle... I now have images of Robert tooling down Snelling, Meerschaum pipe in hand, singing along to some 70's vibes (till the tape slips into the other side's track midway through) in his wood paneled beaut. Anyway, in the midst of this conversation and remembrance I pulled another folrid quote from my ass...one of those good sounding but goofy things I like to throw out, "Memories are the strongest perfume of life." Something like that at least...I'd edit it to, "Memories are the perfume of life." Robert laughed and said something like, "Oh, you!" Which made me laugh as well. I mean it is over the top in today's verbiage, but still...those things stick with you. "Is that a quote or did you make it up?" "I pulled it from my butt." We chuckled. I like to drop lines like that sometimes. Those goofy lines pop into my head and they're fun and often just meant for humor, but you know what? They stay with you and get quoted. Besides, it kind of keeps the writer and creative in me alive in the monotony of 3/4 padded cube walls; walls that prove that I'm not wholly insane (they use full padded chambers for that), but that I am slipping... P.S. Personally, I suspect I'd have been a pretty decent dad...maybe like Steve Martin in A Simple Twist of Fate (1994) ... but the reality is that I'm much more like Johnny Depp in Finding Neverland (2004) (the summary makes him look like a good guy who is good with kids...kids love me; I'm like Sweetums from the Muppets: big, goofy, and soft)...the kids would have lots of imagination, we'd fight dragons in many lands, and we'd find many jewels when we climbed the ladder down from the horizon's ledge into the dark lands and lost kingdoms below. But that's neither here nor there...I suspect I shall mirror too much of Shadowlands (1993) and C.S. Lewis...I'll weep like a baby next time I see that...time to watch Die Hard! What kind of Panzy ass am I now! LOL! P.S.S. My birthday cometh...The date of Doom: June 8th...Another letter on the tombstone.  Some good dinners come with it though...and good times with friends...Have a great day , Jason Henke June 02 American SummersThis is from an email to a buddy. I like the sentiment, but it is very nostalgic in flavor. I'm posting this just because the images in the writing kind of stuck with me after I'd sent it. The sad part is--and I blame it on lack of sleep and not enough caffeine--is that I had totally spaced typing in one very important invitee: Piper (his daughter)!!! Oh, my Lord...how on earth did I miss that when I read it before sending? What a horrible thing to miss. I thought I had typed it, but I honestly never noticed her name missing in the reads before sending...sometimes your brain just sees what isn't there. I felt horrible when I realized Piper was missing when John replied...he didn't take the oversight bad or anything, it just hit me like the proverbial truck when he said he'd bring Piper and that she'd love it...then I re-read the email I'd sent...it should be right in there (it's not)...oh Jason (!!)...dumb ass....yes, Victoria, I am an idiot. I had looked both ways before stepping into the street--in some way I had to have seen the truck, with it's headlights on, barreling down at me and honking...and yet I blithely stepped out to quickly join the splatted bugs on its windshield. All because, in my mind's eye, I saw only open road... This is why in Marketing/Advertising/Creative writing...you should always have an uninvolved party go over your text...I should hire an editor for my emails apparently. Gods man... Here's the email, I'm calling it "American Summers" because I miss this and I hope kids are still able to do this. I hope it's not just regulated to the memories of my generation and before...if so, may the literature we leave for them keep the golden rays of sun, the pollen in the air, the heat of the pavement, and the indescribable flavor of neon blue slushy alive for those who follow... In case I forget to mention it Thursday, we need to hit the Source w/Robert and Elanor in a couple of weeks…She needs to know the real world: Real Sugar Cane Pop (Double-Cola, Ski, Gem Cream Soda), Moon Pies (Vanilla, Chocolate, Orange), comics (Kaiju and Horses both), and—if they still exist—bubble gum loaded trading cards. We’ll buy some stuff and sit on the curb outside—thumbing through cards, flipping pages, and drinking pop—a true American summer. The only thing missing would be our bikes haphazardly scattered on the ground around us sunning their bellies, waiting to chop the wind in their spokes again when we race to the dirt lot to hit balls. Take care and enjoy the
day, Jason Henke This will be a blast when we can do it. The pop will be ice cold and in glass bottles. I can not tell you how happy I am to have those real flavors back sans the taste of plastic bottle and the tang of metal cans on your tongue. --Jason Henke |
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