Weakness

Hey Kids,

I’m helpless.

Utterly helpless.

Once I get an idea in my head, it’s going to happen. Good or bad, I’m going to do it.

This last idea started last Wednesday.rootbeeradd

I saw. I imagined. I fixated. And when the opportunity presented itself today, I partook.

A&W root beer. An entire gallon. Poured into frosty mugs I’ve kept in the fridge since last Wednesday after I stared too long at a marquee.

It was good. It is gone.

Yes I shared. A little. But I indulged plenty.

I’m feeling pretty good about it too.

 

Day 156

Cool Summertime

Hey Kids,

80° Right smack dab in the middle of the summer. July no less. It even snowed in Wyoming.

I know there are some crying foul. My sweetie is one of them. Her Texas blood requires as many 100°+ days as possible and being in Utah, she best get stocked up in July. I, however, am rejoicing in the short repose from the heat.

Writing Pool Side

Writing Pool Side

Today I sat at pool side and experienced a double bonus.

1) Without Hell’s Breathe beating down upon me, I didn’t sweat all over my laptop and mouse, or gum up my touch screen. I got work done and didn’t have to drink 5 gallons of water.

2) There were near no kids swimming in the pool. The last couple of cool days and the very cool night has turned our pool into an ice bath (according to one young fellow who attempted the icy waters). I don’t mean to be a Grinch but I felt aristocratic to be working next to an unused, peaceful pool.

I understand that this cold front will give way to mid to upper 90’s in the next two days and that’s OK. In the spirit of counting my blessings, I am loving this weather!

 

Day 155

Working Vacation

On the deck, "working"

On the deck, “working”

Hey Kids,

Today was Monday and it was awesome.

I spent today writing.

I had vacation time from my day job I needed to take. So I used my option to take a vacation. My vacation consisted of spending the day at the apartment and writing.

I worked most of the day picking out words, fleshing out characters, and developing storylines.

It was one of the best days ever.

Do I think I should be a full-time writer?

Since I took a vacation to play one, I think yes.

Find a job you love, and you’ll never work another day in your life.

 

Day 154

Movie Madness

Hey Kids,

Caught a couple of movies the last couple of days and I have a few thoughts about theatre movies in general.

The movies can never be as complete as the books. The movie is 2 hours long and the book takes a good reader 4-5 hours to read a typical book. The math doesn’t work.

There are actors and there are singers. They are not the same. Occasionally one or the other can cross over, but like switch hitters in baseball, it doesn’t mean you’re great at both.

Stop remaking movies. Yeah, I’m talking to you Top Gun people. And to all of the rest of us, please don’t go to them. They’ll just keep doing it.

I don’t do 3D. I do ID. Imagination Dimensional. I realize that the screen is flat and I’m not within the action. I also realize that I’m at the movies and it’s all made up. That’s real enough for me.movie-tickets

I would buy popcorn if it didn’t cost more than the movie. No, it isn’t part of the experience. Watching the movie on the biggest TV I can afford is the experience.

Aren’t there more Actors out there? Why is it the same actors, over and over? Are they really the best available? I can count on one hand the actors that can truly play any role and I forget they are acting.

Isn’t it amazing how much longer credits are today than even just a few years ago? Does it really take that many more people? And getting credit in a movie is pretty much like the legal notices in the paper. Does anyone see it? Actually, do they still print papers? I may have dated myself there.

And finally, but not conclusively, when did movies turn into dinner. We always did Dinner and a Movie, but we ate somewhere else. I know it comes back to the “experience” but it’s hard to get into the movie, of being on a tropical island, running and hiding from dinosaurs, with the smell of Pizza and Chili Fries filling the theatre.

Just a few of my thoughts.

 

Day 153

What Have We Done

Hey Kids,

Today was the Jensen Family Reunion. 195 descendants of my Great Grand Parents gathered under the shade of the Gunnison Park Pavilion. That isn’t every one either.IMG_20150725_163530-1

My great grandparents are no longer with us, as well as most of their children, including my grandfather. I wonder what they would think if they could see this gathering. There’s no way they could imagine what they’ve done.

The family has begun to spread out. It’s arrived at the point that my dad admits that he doesn’t know about 50% of the people there anymore. Kids are growing up, getting married and having even more Jensen’s. By this rate, we’ll have bragging rights in the number of Jensen’s over Copenhagen.

I would imagine that eventually this gathering will split up into the different groups from the newest Great Grandparents. Many of the new families will decide to start their own traditions but it’s pretty amazing to see it as it is right now.

 

Day 152

The 24th of July

Hey Kids,

The 24th of July.

It might not have the same ring to you as the Fourth, but the “24th” in these parts is just as popular.

From amormonblog.com

From amormonblog.com

July 24, 1847 is the day the first Mormon pioneers, of which my family shares history, entered and settled the valley of the Great Salt Lake. It is here that they felt they would find the refuge they sought and needed, outside of the U.S. borders.

They did not hate the U.S., but its courts and systems of justice had failed them. They needed to find a place away from it all, and this place that no one else really wanted, suited the call.

Utah is a patriotic lot, don’t get me wrong. There is a fierce loyalty and belief in this country that would match any other group. But the day our earliest settlers realized they had found the place for which they hoped and prayed, it’s was a true day of Independence that rivaled the one 71 years earlier.

And it still does.

Happy Pioneer Day.

 

Day 151

Paper Towns, Solid Bridge

Hey Kids,

Tonight is the US release of Paper Towns, the latest film version of John Green’s same named book. I’m usually not a mass public event type person but I’m making an exception tonight.51hgkNew+XL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_

I’ve read the book and I enjoyed it, knowing I don’t participate in the expected demographic. I’m too old, but I grew up once upon a time and I get the growing up part better than those without an extra 30 years of hindsight and experience; although, they might not believe it. The book contained plenty of items to which I could relate. It also contained references that had no part of my youth. Even the lack of cell phones changes the narrative dramatically.

Tonight, I’m going to pay my money, wedge myself between the “Nerd Fighters” that will pack the theatre and see how true the screenplay remained to the story of the book. I’m not going alone. That might be kind of creepers. My sweetie will be joining me but so will a few young’uns. Which might be the greatest reason to go.

It’s hard to bridge generation gaps. The biggest hurdle is the inability to find common ground. Watching and reading the same movies and books is a good step towards finding it.

In the process, and in the case of John Green movies, I find myself entertained as well.

 

Day 150

Head Down

Hey Kids,

Keeping your head down.

It’s a term I learned recently. It means staying focused, working hard, and not allowing yourself to be distracted.

Even though I learned the term, it hasn’t meant that I’ve put it into practice as much as I’d liked. But I keep trying.

My goal is to write a lot of books and unlike the movies that portray the writer’s life as do nothing but stroll on the beach, drink coffee and wine, and then, when the muse should decide, disappear into a study alone to write beautiful prows as it flows out of your brain and through your fingertips and on to the keyboard, creating words as fast as you can narrate. You print the night’s work, reading and chuckling to yourself as you bathe in the last page and final cleaver words. Sent off to the editor, you begin packing for the world wide book tour, where adoring fans will fan you with palm fronds in between your readings and their ovations. It’s not exactly so, at least based on my experience.

Writing does mean a lot of time alone, yes; but it requires dedicated work. A lot of it

Writing is hard. Not hard like digging ditches for a living, or pouring cement. No, it’s hard in that you must take a thought, turn it into words that someone else can read, and arrive at near the same thought with which you began.

OK, that’s not the hard part. That’s the craft, the fun part.

The hard part is in not letting things get in your way of forming those words (which takes more time to edit, than to write). I’ve posted before that unless you are being paid directly for your efforts by look_a_distraction_design_by_eecomics1an overseer, many people give the effort no respect. Sometimes, it’s the writer who doesn’t respect the time.

Phone calls, texts, posts, drop-ins, family functions, TV, movies, drives, etc. They all distract.

When you keep your head down, you see none of the distractions. Your eyes, pointed down, are focused on what’s at hand. Your body forms a shield about you, bent forward there’s only forward to go. You move ahead. Progress becomes assured. Progress moves you closer to completion and success. And success leads back to focus.

I apologize ahead of time to my friends and family. But I’m important to me and my head’s got to stay down for a little while. I’ll play hard and be with you all when I am. I’ll need breaks. But when I’m at work, let me work so hopefully I can drop your head down while you read the best damned books ever.

 

Day 149

Before it’s gone

Hey Kids,

The age of information is here.

I find everyday more things to learn than I can possibly consume. Sometimes I feel my shaved head is going to burst.

And it’s not just new information either. I am in constant awe of how much I have forgotten from the past when confronted with what I think is a rerun.

Working at my desk, putting numbers into boxes, I listen to documentaries of subjects ranging from anything to everything. This I have shared before.

Gotta love the History Channel

Gotta love the History Channel

Today I listened to ancient bible history and the search for archeological finds that can prove or disprove accounts in the bible. Their findings proved nothing but showed some things likely to be true and some things unlikely to be true. Neither is of much use to me but to make me think.

What actually amazed me beyond the fascinating history was how much I’ve forgotten about my Bible reading. Especially from the Old Testament. What amazed me even more is that the Old Testament is my favorite reading. Apparently it’s been a while since I’ve read.

The story culminated in the recounting of the tale of how Judaism we know today did not come from the traditions practiced during the Kingdom of Israel, but instead emerged from the time of the exile and brought back with the few that returned.

The teachings meant so little to them while in the Promised Land that God had to carry the people away before they learned their importance. While suffering in a strange land, the people questioned, searched, and recalled who they were.

Religious implications aside, I am guilty of this myself.

It is not always the blessings, or good times, that make us strong, ask questions, and grow; but instead, it is when those blessings are absent and times are tough we tend to look inside and decide what is of true value.

We should question always. In good and bad times. Waste not the good times but enjoy them with a keen awareness from where and how the good times roll. Also, waste not the bad times but use them to whittle away the non-essential and find again where the blessings might await.

Tonight we ate out, cheap. We laughed, we talked, and we raised our $2 chocolate shakes to living and loving.

Times are tough, but God is good.

 

Day 148

Let Them Cheer Our Cake

Hey Kids,

I watch Downton Abby.

I know. It’s hard to imagine a studly guy like me watching such a show but I like good dramas. I think it’s the writer part of me. I’m drawn to it.

In the show we watched tonight, the rich people, the ones living in the Big Houses are having a horse race and the people of the village, the peasants, the poor people, come to watch. And cheer them in their ridiculous sport.untitled

One of the themes of the show is to show the differences of the two peoples; the People of the Houses and their servants. The People of the Houses act as if they are worth something, deserving of being served and the servants have no choice if they wish to be paid and fed but to serve them.

Why, in this arrangement, if you were of the village, would you go out of your way to cheer the Privileged in their games. It would seem to me that the interest in them would be nothing but contempt. Yet, they did and enjoyed doing so.

I’m so glad we’re not like that now. Then I think of our celebrities.

Why does anyone care what an actress does outside off screen? Or any celebrity doing anything outside the thing that made them known. An actor may play a king or president, but it doesn’t make them a leader of political thought. A quarterback might be able to engineer a final drive, but it doesn’t mean he’s a genius.

Even good peopled actors, like the cast of Harry Potter. Why? They aren’t wizards. They can’t do the things they do on stage. Why clamor about them?

Why do we peasants cheer for those who look down upon us and boost their egos even higher?

Why?

Hero syndrome? Fame envy? Herd mentality? Paying it forward?

I don’t know. But it shows that we are not much different, in that regards, today than yesterday.

 

 

Day 147