They Call Me Josh, The Taurus

I can’t remember anymore if some things happened in a dream or if they happened in real life and maybe it doesn’t matter.

In my head I hear the Hebrew, “Eh’ch korim lecha/”איך קוראים לך?” “What’s your name?” and my response to them in English, “They call me Josh, the Taurus.”

Rolling down the highway thinking about things that happened, stuff that could happen and things that may never be my reverie is interrupted by a song that reminds me of the start of something from 20 years or so ago.

My mind is rolling through it all and thoughts about the summer and fall of 2013 and questions that have yet to be answered.

Inside the gym I sit down at a machine that lets you do bicep curls with free weights and impulsively decide I will use whatever weight is on there.

My eyes caught a glimpse of what was on there so I am confident that whatever it is I can handle. There is a brief moment in which my head says, “the younger you could have done that with ease, don’t hurt the current you.”

I shake my head, place my arms upon the handles and whisper, “you don’t get hurt if you play without fear.”

Three sets later I stand up and smile because I handled it all just fine and remind myself this was a perfect example of balanced weight versus real life iron.

“You almost middle aged fool, that Apple watch showed your heart rate jump last week. Real smart.”

I see some guy look at me and realize he isn’t wearing earbuds and heard me talking to myself.

I smile and tell him to “trust the Taurus, especially if he is a Virgo.”

He gives a wan smile and I flash him a wide grin and go about my way.

Home Is Where….

Got that Home song playing as I roll through the keyboard launching salvos at some members of the tribe who have chosen to support a convicted felon.

They respond by alleging I have used insults and I say it is not an allegation. “If you think my calling you stupid and saying you lack judgment than is an insult than I absolutely did so.

I see him as an existential threat to democracy and someone who has no regard for anyone else. I have to protect the rights of my daughter, niece and every other woman I care about.

I have to fight for my son, nephews and every other man I care about.

No candidate is perfect, but I’ll take the other side because they’re not trying to eliminate my ability to work within the system to produce something better.

Been a politically homeless for years and now is no different. Hell I don’t know where I am going to retire or when, just that it will happen one day.

What You Think About

Johnny is singing Hurt and I am letting myself dream about many things while I try to put my finger upon a few things that have been bothering me.

Had a few people tell me about how very busy they are and am reliving an angry response to one of them about how selfish an answer it is.

“If I treat you as you are treating me I promise you will be very unhappy. It will screw many things up for you and cause chaos.”

They sputter in their response and try to tell me I don’t understand.

“No, I do. We make time for the people and things we think are important. You don’t think I am and I am well aware of it. Don’t mistake my silence for lack of recognition. If it weren’t for business I would have blown it up and understand that I am not afraid to do so either.

I haven’t because I don’t wish to apply my time to what comes if I do so. But understand too, I make things happen.”

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I like that Voltaire quote more and more.

I appreciate listening to good questions from people who interest me as it helps provide some insight into how they think and what they find to be important.

Good questions help direct us towards the things that change people and lives, sometimes on a small scale and sometimes on the macro.

Somewhere in the midst of many posts here I think I related a story from when the 20th century moved into the 21st.

I remember reading something about what people considered to the be the most important inventions. There was one person who said the mirror was the most invention man had created.

More important than computers, medical devices and all sorts of other stuff.

Their premise was once mankind got a good look at themselves it led to a desire to change their looks. That led to a need for makeup, clothing and all sorts of other industry.

It was far more eloquent than I just shared, but I remember moving from snorting at the thought to thinking they had a point.

Questions can take us in all sorts of different directions, but good questions can lead us places we never imagined we’d reach.