I'm Running as Fast as I Can!

With so many things to do and so little time, sleep is a major inconvenience! They say as a society our busy lives are creating a population of sleep deprived zombies? Need a pill to get to sleep, need a stimulant to wake you up? It's just that life is too short not to run at full speed till you hit the proverbial brick wall.



The one thing I keep trying to go back to is music. Sex, drugs, rock and roll! OK, maybe at my age it would be more like Rock and roll, drugs, and sex; or Rock and roll, sex, and drugs? It's just Rock and Roll to me. Not too many years ago I picked up the guitar, took lessons for a few years, and played and played and played. Never getting as good as I wanted to although others said I played pretty good. But since I never reached the level that I aspired to I put it away. Now even though I'm probably to busy (see first paragraph), I feel the need to try again. Guitar or harmonica? I've always wanted to play harmonica so that I could take it with me where ever I'd go and a blues riff would be right there on the lips ready to stimulate the reeds in the harp. OK, it must be the harp then. I feel bad that my guitars just sit there as room decor but the blues are calling.



If only I enjoyed sitting in front of the tv all night, life would be so much easier but probably not as fulfilling?



My One and Only

by wm zuback



When the stars ar not aligned

and it ain't my time

to get lucky with my lady

I surrender to the night

resign to a quite site

and make music with my blonde 38



we embrace for hours

playing in harmony

groov'in to the sweet and tender moan of her rythm

no mind games here

only pure unadulterated bliss

she's my one and only-blonde 38



the years have weathered you well, my love

a few more nicks and scrapes

compliments of your sojourn through life

dear, you wear your journey well

you're my one and only-blonde 38



you don't give one f-hole about the competition

cuz when i'm holding you tight

and playing you right

baby, you know at that moment

there are no others

you're my one and only



with the night fading away

we must resign to a new day

i lay my baby down in her soft purple lined case

she doesn't cry one sour note

she's my beautiful blonde Gretsch 1938

she's my one and only!

A GREAT DAY!

Daddy, Do You Cry?

A very long time ago when my daughter was in about third grade, we were eating breakfast before school and she asked me, "Daddy, do you cry". I just responded by saying yes, of course I cry. I also used to travel a lot for my job and so I was usually gone about one week every month. I was in Rye, New York on a photoshoot when I called home one evening like I did every evening when I travelled. When it was my daughters turn to talk she told me with such excitement about a boy in her class that she liked and was able to sit next to on the bus during a field trip. I felt so bad that I wasn't at home while she was telling me so that I could see the joy and excitement on her face. I hung up the phone that night and wrote this poem with blurry eyes. I couldn't wait till my trip was over to share it with her so I called her back later than night, read her the poem, and we both cried a few tears. Fast forward about eight years and my little girl isn't my little girl anymore. She mostly keeps her thoughts to herself now, especially when it comes to her personal life. Oh well, I still have our poem.

Daddy, Do You Cry?

It was a weekday morning, music in the air
Son was in the bathroom, combing his hair
My head was in the paper, while eating cornflakes
Daughter sat beside me, picking her breakfast, while staring into space

Daddy, she says in her soft quiet voice
Daddy, she says as she looks up from her bowl
Daddy, do you every cry?
Daddy, why don't you cry?

Sweet child of mine with the curious mind
Try to understand, understand if you can
Sorrow is a feeling that you don't usually see
I keep it hidden, deep within me

Happiness is present and seen most every day
But even my most joyful thoughts
Are rarely on display
Do I cry? Dear, yes I do
I cry the most, when I'm thinking of you

My first tear falls before you wake
Sunlight dancing, across your sweet face
I ask the golden glow that caresses your cheek
Become your suit of armor, as you sleep
With each new day I see you grow
Joy and sorrow the moisture hold
Each day I wake you from your sleep
Another tear for you I weep

Sorrow and Joy are not far apart
For tears don't know the difference
When they fall or why they start
The heart knows the reason for each tear upon my cheek
I cherish the knowledge for which my heart speaks

You share with me excitement
About a boy in your class
A special friend, that makes your heart, beat "pitter-pat"
He sat beside you on the bus one spring day
A moment of your life, and mine I pray

I see you standing so proud upon the stage
Eyes scan the audience, you find strength to play
You firmly tuck your violin beneath your chin
Managing to smile, your fingers begin
Small fingers dance magic upon the strings
Bow massages the strings, the violin sings

The tears well up in my eyes each day
As I relive the moments from each passing day
You hold a special place in my heart
And that is where all the tears start

So when you asked me such a curious question
Daddy, do you cry?
My answer is now here on display
If you do not see a tear fall from my face
Rest assured, the right time, the right place
Your daddy does cry
Many tears fill your space.

Sent by a friend

Schulz Philosophy:

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schulz, the creator of the 'Peanuts' comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?The point is none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.These are no second-rate achievers.They are the best in their fields.But the applause dies.Awards tarnish.Achievements are forgotten.Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here's another quiz See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special!!
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

Easier?
The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials......not the most money...or the most awards. They simply are the ones who care the most.

Fortune Cookie or Crystal Ball

My wife and I went out for Chinese tonight and this was my fortune, "Human Evolution: Wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints." It really isn't a fortune but an observation. A very wise observation, I guess that is were the fortune part of it comes in. It's more like something that a wise aged seer would say.

I liked it. Sounds like something a liberal would say. I know that in my circles we've actually talked about this often. Not the freeway part, although that's true too, but the viewpoint part.

Anyway, it is good food for thought!

Human Evolution: "Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints."

Just for Fun

photo by wm zuback The Flirt

Bar Stool

by william zuback

hard on's

pulsate on skin

beer farts

glancing blows

stale air

short skirts

thongs ride high

skin on skin

radiating warmth

between soft thighs

women in heat

innuendo

word play

white lies

escape wet lips

alcohol tricks

sticky residue

unknown sources

left behind

on bar stools

Cheers to a New Year with lots of Promise and Hope

It is that time again to do your New Years Resolution(s). Since I am still recovering from a cold/flu that leveled me for three full days and still has me in slow motion, paying more attention to my health/body has to be at the top of my list. Here is my list of hopes and wishes for 2009!

1. Live a healthier life. I have been void of excersise for two years now and it shows. I've gained weight, get sick more often, and generally just don't feel as good. That will change this year. I will fit some excersise into my busy schedule, eat better and sleep better.
2. I have a lot more hope and optimism for our country now that we will have better leadership running it. No, it won't be perfect but it will be better. We will have better relations with other world leaders and countries. Leadership that helps those who need help the most. So, I will try to complain less about people, situations, etc. Be more Hopeful and optimistic about our future.
3. Work smarter not harder. I have a lot I try to accomplish every year but I need to be smart about how I go about doing it otherwise my #1 resolution won't happen.
4. Find time to relax and enjoy all that my wife and I have accomplished as individuals, partners, and family. We have a great family and I need to find more time to express my love and appreciation to those in it.
5. Continue to build on the creative journey that I have always been on but has been improved since getting my own studio last year. Having your own creative work space does wonders for you psyche and ability to move forward with your creative idea's.
6. Be a better husband. I feel that I have been a pretty good father most of these years but I haven't put the effort into my relationship with my best friend in the whole world, my wife. We both take each other for granted and I need to do my part to show my love and appreciation for all she does and for the almost 24 years of marriage that has gotten us this far.