Skewed Toward Black

I am afraid I have not been of a quizzical mind lately. (Wouldn’t that make a great triple word score?) With all that is going on in the world and the constant hammering of the blame game played out in the daily media, it has been tough to see the world with less cynical eyes. I know how moods can become darkened and that some people simply get by day to day when things get too difficult. They shut down and stop everything but the basic responsibilities. An old friend of mine who started me on the path of blogging recently dropped out for a month and I started to think something was seriously wrong. I would faithfully go to his site http://ragarambler.blogspot.com/ to see if he had a new post. I finally called a mutual friend and found out that he was all right. The telephone call along with the outpouring from his on-line friends brought him back from the brink and he has once again started updating his page, intermittently. At least he knows that there people who care about him and are keeping him in their prayers.

I really need to get back to what my original intent was for creating this blog . I had planned to look up things that interested me and write a quick blurb on them. I wrote about quartz and nonagons early on and recently about Shakespeare and the Beatles. The internet has made information such a commodity that it is tough to find that special interesting nugget to create around. Nothing seems to thrill my gorilla. Maybe it is the summer heat. I spend most of my time in air conditioning, so that can’t be it. Maybe I am finally going through my mid-life crisis. I am not thinking about young women and fast cars so that can’t be it. I just think that I am distracted and not focusing on this. Could there be other things pulling me from being as creative as I think I am? Well, of course. Welcome to Life 101 and all the complications that go with it.

Just sitting here I have thought of several areas I would like to research. The bubonic plague, the Dark Ages, the Peloponnesian War, and the history of rhubarb are all of interest to me. When it comes time to put the words to paper, I hope to be inspired by some aspect of each topic to create an interesting and engaging entry. If not, you’ll get a semi-articulate meandering and the same bored expression I get from my kids. Did you know what Queen’s drummer Roger Taylor’s mother’s maiden name was? Meadows. On their early albums he was introduced Roger Meadows-Taylor. More useless information but hey did you know it.

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