I would like to send much love and many thanks to active and former members of the US military on this Memorial Day holiday. Today I visited the Wilmington Cemetery in Los Angeles to reflect on our fallen soldiers.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. rather we should thank God that such men lived.”
Honestly, I got pretty weepy at the graveyard earlier today. Headstones date back to 1850s and many bear names of soldiers from World War I to present.
After returning home I felt need for a little diversion, began describing my latest encounter with Sheriff Wendy Whoppers:
Wendy’s awe-inspiring melons
Educate ten thousand felons,
Nourish rich tableau til lowdown
Desperado begins yellin’:
“Yo! There’s a new sheriff in town!”
Thinking of Whoppers always puts me back in fight mode. In soon-to-be-released Showdown I challenge my busty, blonde arch-nemesis to yet another duel.
Yes, the “lowdown desperado” is ready for action. Whoppers and I have a bit of history.
Will return tomorrow – hope everyone had a pleasant Monday!
Days that begin with stunning arrogance rarely go well for me. I’ve had a lifetime to learn this. One case in point: February 2017 match with fight legend Christine Dupree:
Somebody had a victory in there but.. who? Best to avoid reflecting upon total exhaustion and weeklong recovery because Christine and I have scheduled a rematch for this week. Didn’t I say something in a recent post about looking forward to time off? Yeah, right. Gent who ordered rematch requested that I wear same black bikini as above, thus forcing me to gaze at photos from previous altercation. A number of shots seem disconcertingly similar to fabled ending of Rocky 2. Wish I hadn’t looked.
Tonight I return to 2017 (think I’ve posted enough old pics recently.) Shot above photos yesterday and spent all of today running errands. Huge thanks to Brad for the wonderful new book selections!! Picked up mail earlier and found myself touched yet again by your unerring instinct, thoughtfulness, and generosity. Very interestingly, (at least to me), I have read People Who Eat Darkness before although I didn’t immediately recognize the title. If memory serves it came into my life through an odd channel. Think I may have dreamt the words “people who eat darkness” Googled the phrase, and come across the book which I then ordered. Now it has returned to me again. Perhaps it has some significance that I will glean during the second perusal. Found book riveting the first time but could not figure out why I had encountered it in a dream. Incidentally, I received Hexagram 5 line 4 while reading People Who Eat Darkness in 2013 and, honestly, that freaked me out a bit. I began assessing new acquaintances more carefully. Thanks again for the reading material!
Very tired but will return tomorrow to answer new post comments and do video uploads, including a “dreamy” new selection called Bedtime Fable:
About a year ago I wrote a poem entitled Ballad of Isolation. Cameraman Jon White, also an accomplished musician, wanted to put a spoken word poem to music so I read Ballad of Isolation for him. Song is now playing at Amazon, iTunes, and most other downloadable music sites. Love Jon’s music but still react oddly to the sound of my own voice. Some of you may recognize lyrics from this March 2016 post. Check out Ballad of Isolation when you get a chance. Words do come from the heart. Since Andy‘s passing I don’t have any friends in my neighborhood and also spend an inordinate amount of time in motel rooms. Briefly I became acquainted with a nice couple in my building but they got kicked out. Lol.. that’s just how the past few years have been. I feel intensely grateful for the blessings of my existence – especially all the wonderful people who visit me here at my blog and my good friends who reside in other regions of LA – but I have been wallowing in solitude for a while now. Above pics sum up situation very well: I could afford a marginally better motel room but why spend extra dough just to lie on unfamiliar sheets all by myself? Btw.. I never use creepy bedspread, always bring home-laundered blanket.
Hope I don’t sound like too much of a sad sack. This phase shall pass. Due to solitude I’ve expanded my mind in ways I never could have anticipated (thank you, I Ching.) Ballad of Isolation will eventually represent the past even though I still seem to be living it at the moment. Enough verbiage – I should post a nudie pic:
Honestly, I may get lonely at moments but I’m way happier and wiser than when I took above pic in 2008. The transition continues..
Has anyone seen above pics before? An entire set of them exists – just came across it while looking for something else. They correspond to one of the lowest points of my life, December 31, 2008. Not sure if I ever posted the photos anywhere. One day after shooting them I resolved to consume alcohol only five days a week instead of seven. Honestly, the images look better than I remember. I vividly recall viewing my big fat moonface swollen by alcohol in January 2009 and feeling ashamed. Somehow that Dolly Parton hairstyle just made everything worse. Now I realize that self-loathing had distorted perception; photos don’t look much different from thousands of others I have taken over the years.
Lol.. went off on a tangent there. Tonight I had merely been intending to post a few nudie pics, promise to return this weekend, and go to bed. With no exaggeration I have probably shot over 40 videos this month and my body, independently of my brain, feels exhausted. Ides of May passed pleasantly at STJ’s ring yesterday with six (or was it seven?) other wrestlers and I had just enough time to add a new video appropriately entitled Ides of May to TanyaTV.com when I got home. Shooting continues this week but I intend to stay home all weekend after I finish, catch up on post comments, and relax. Literally going to bed at 6pm this evening. Guess that says it all. Hope everyone is doing well!
Funny thing.. I thought that pics above came from 1984-Aerobicise but just realized that they do not. No time to investigate now but during several successive years I did a series of workout videos which I came to think of as an homage to my personal inspirations Arlaine Wright and Bess Motta. Does anyone else remember them? Half the working men in America used to watch their 5AM exercise show on local TV during the early 1980s. I loved those ladies. Still do.
Anyways, will reminisce later.. must start packing. Looking forward to answering post comments as soon as I have a chance. Hope everyone is having a great week!