Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time

David Bowie


As some of you may know by now Trueself & I are no more. I find myself at a loss for words here. I don't know what to say other than there came a point and time when it could go no further. It just couldn't. Things had felt off between us with no prospect of resolving. We were distancing ourselves from each other. There comes a point where you know that you're going to grow together or you're not. We're at two totally different places in our lives.


In other news I had a bombshell at work stating the state regulators had shut down my unit until further notice. I have a hunch it's something to do with some piece of paper not being signed by the right bureaucrat at the right time just like it was at another place. But it sure makes for some uneasy moments until things are sorted out.

Along with these changes it seems to me that the usefulness of this blog has past. I don't want to take it down but rather leave it up as a timeline of my development as a person. I may or may not start another somewhere else. But what this blog started about in 2004 is no longer me. Its no longer who I am. It has served its therapeutic purpose to me. It was a lifesaver in so many ways. I was able to talk to and meet a number of great people, people with whom I'd otherwise not crossed paths if I'd have kept everything inside. But keeping it in would've killed me for sure. It was well on its way to accomplishing that task. But something told me to let it out into the world and I'm eternally grateful that I did. Thank you for reading my little corner of the universe and I'll see you on the other side.

Taking Woodstock, Taking Wadena.............

I went to see the new movie out, Taking Woodstock recently and I have to say two thumbs up!
It's got comedy, family drama, and a story about one's coming of age in the world rolled into one.
It attempts to recreate the atmosphere surrounding one of the more memorable events in music history, certainly in this country if not the world. Even though I wasn't a part of the sex, drugs, and rock & roll culture of that era seeing the anger on dad's face as he saw the tv coverage of the goings on there was worth it. A new generation had made their statement. This wasn't the glorious 40's & 50's of his time. It was unsettling to the older conservative crowd to say the least.

But did you know a year later there was another rock festival? Albeit on a much smaller scale the Wadena Rock Festival, or more aptly Galena in Wadena drew roughly 50,000 people listening to: The Flying Burrito Brothers Little Richard, Johnny Winter, Mason Profit, Illinois Speed Press, Chamber Bros., Joan Baez, Leon Russel, Poco, Everly Bros., The Sons of Champlain, Reo Speedwagon, and The Doobie Bros.
Well music, and have public sex and do vast quantities of drugs and booze. Ah the glory days of youth. Also can't forget about the skinny-dipping in the Volga River. Made for great pictures for the local and state newspapers. LOL Made people like dear old daddy have a complete nuclear meltdown. It was one thing to have a bunch of dirty hippies in the hills of rural New York. But to have them about 30 miles from home........omg the world is coming to an end! And btw if I ever attempted to go I would be banned from the house. Too bad I wasn't old enough to drive. What a declaration of independence that would've been.

So far, so good part IV..................

As of this morning I'm down 40# !

Getting out more often..........

I've been wanting to get involved in some kind of charitable activity for a long time. It would be real nice to rub elbows with others and possibly meet new friends. But most importantly it would broaden my horizons beyond this island I see myself on at times.

Because part of my job-in fact a large part at the moment involves marketing I need to be out and about talking to others. I spent the workday yesterday making initial contact with area service clubs in the region such as the Lions, Exchange, and Rotary.......Kiwanis too. I can go there to a meeting, press the flesh as it were and get a feel for which one(s) I might want to join. Figure I can kill two stones with one bird, or something like that.