What a great and beautiful day to begin my first serious blog. I fancy myself a nice guy, as, I suppose, do my many, many real friends and my family. To that effect, every once in a while I get little rewards from the Universe. This was definitely one of those things.
I could not sleep last night. Again. At around five a.m., I went outside to make a run to my local 7-11 to discover a torrential downpour outside my door. My dear friend Tommy went to the Farm Aid concert in far away Camden, New Jersey, and I knew that his puppies, Rufus and Jack, were outside in his yard. So, I jumped into my car, and jetted down to his place to get the doggies warm and dry. Around two hours later, Tommy came in, shot from the drive back from Jersey after the show, and dehydrated to hell. I ran to his local 7-11, to buy some water. On the way there, the rain dried up, the sky broke out in deep blue dawn, and the sun came up. When I got to 7-11, I was not only greeted with this incredible cloudscape, but opposite the sunrise, I was gifted with this...
A full rainbow arched before me, right over the Bellport 7-11! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!
It was kind of strange. Although the rainbow was a full arch and very bright, it only shows up fading into the sky, and only in a few of the many pictures I snapped. The other pictures only show the clouds, as if the rainbow wasn't there at all.
Man, the coolest stuff happens to me when I am alone. It's been like a curse, my whole life. I always feel like a spaz when I'm in a crowd. But I seem to have my most magical moments, always, when I'm just with any one other person, never in a crowd. It's like when I'm paired off with someone who knows what's real and knows the deal about the Universe, our combined thoughts and openness seem to encourage the Universe to play with us and to give us gifts. And however intense that private, magical string of moments can get, things that are slightly more intense, things that are slightly more amazing seem to happen to me when I am all alone.
My life is just too weird for me to stay depressed for very long. Whomever is looking out for me from the other side of life is doing a good job of keeping me distracted and entertained. Thanks, All-Powerful IS. You're the best, when you're the best.
So, welcome to my next train-of-thought project, "Who Is Glenesis?", my blog. My last full-length train-of-thought project was called "Our Story". It was mostly random, sometimes very real, and always entertaining to its four authors. It was started by myself and three fellas I was living with in a dorm room at SUNY- Oneonta, in February of 1985. We agreed to keep writing in it for the rest of our lives, spewing random thought, nonsense, bibliographic flight, prose, verse, cartoons, lists, puzzles... lyrics... whatever came to us by way of inspiration. We call the project the Quad Novel. The Novel is always lurking in our brains, somewhere near the top of the heap of unfinished projects in our lives. Work on it has become harder and harder to accomplish, due to personal differences and geographic distances. We wrote in it last year, though... Or was it the year before?
The Quad Novel, Our Story, was unique to us at the time... the concept of blurting out any random thought on paper, and rotating writers, was such a distorted, twisted concept to us, and so silly that it entertained all who encounted the ever-growing project over the years. It didn't occur to me, the most net-savvy of us, that what we've really been doing is... BLOGGING. On paper. For years. And years. And years. And years.
I never did digitize the thing, though, I've wanted to, for as long as there have been scanners. In that time, it's grown from one page, to 9 pages, to hundreds and hundreds of pages. Hmmph. WOW.
Ironic, then, that I had no idea what I'd ever do with a blog, until today. I just had no need for one. Oh, there's one on my website, glenesis.8m.com, only it's maintained in a text editor, and it's called my Rant. But now it's become clear to me that a blog can be my personal platform for purging the demons in my life, and praising the angels on my shoulders and in the air around me, with much more accessibilty than The Novel, or That Damned Book, as we eventually came to call it.
So, here ya'll go: MY novel. MY unravelling. MY RANT of RANTS. MY ENDLESS LIST of GRIPES and FASCINATIONS with the Universe, between Me and the Universe, and anyone else who cares to actually read it.
I hope you enjoy it... I think... I might not actually care at all, now that I think about it, but if you do get a kick from it, that can only be a good thing. You'd be amazed how much small stuff I've done has had mind-curdling impacts on the direction of my life in days that followed that small stuff. Little things, incidental things, that have led to life-lasting, hellish consequences on my life. Maybe, one day, if I'm drunk enough, I'll share some stories with you, dear reader... It's Blog, it's Blog, it's better than bad... IT'S GOOD!
It was kind of strange. Although the rainbow was a full arch and very bright, it only shows up fading into the sky, and only in a few of the many pictures I snapped. The other pictures only show the clouds, as if the rainbow wasn't there at all.
Man, the coolest stuff happens to me when I am alone. It's been like a curse, my whole life. I always feel like a spaz when I'm in a crowd. But I seem to have my most magical moments, always, when I'm just with any one other person, never in a crowd. It's like when I'm paired off with someone who knows what's real and knows the deal about the Universe, our combined thoughts and openness seem to encourage the Universe to play with us and to give us gifts. And however intense that private, magical string of moments can get, things that are slightly more intense, things that are slightly more amazing seem to happen to me when I am all alone.
My life is just too weird for me to stay depressed for very long. Whomever is looking out for me from the other side of life is doing a good job of keeping me distracted and entertained. Thanks, All-Powerful IS. You're the best, when you're the best.
So, welcome to my next train-of-thought project, "Who Is Glenesis?", my blog. My last full-length train-of-thought project was called "Our Story". It was mostly random, sometimes very real, and always entertaining to its four authors. It was started by myself and three fellas I was living with in a dorm room at SUNY- Oneonta, in February of 1985. We agreed to keep writing in it for the rest of our lives, spewing random thought, nonsense, bibliographic flight, prose, verse, cartoons, lists, puzzles... lyrics... whatever came to us by way of inspiration. We call the project the Quad Novel. The Novel is always lurking in our brains, somewhere near the top of the heap of unfinished projects in our lives. Work on it has become harder and harder to accomplish, due to personal differences and geographic distances. We wrote in it last year, though... Or was it the year before?
The Quad Novel, Our Story, was unique to us at the time... the concept of blurting out any random thought on paper, and rotating writers, was such a distorted, twisted concept to us, and so silly that it entertained all who encounted the ever-growing project over the years. It didn't occur to me, the most net-savvy of us, that what we've really been doing is... BLOGGING. On paper. For years. And years. And years. And years.
I never did digitize the thing, though, I've wanted to, for as long as there have been scanners. In that time, it's grown from one page, to 9 pages, to hundreds and hundreds of pages. Hmmph. WOW.
Ironic, then, that I had no idea what I'd ever do with a blog, until today. I just had no need for one. Oh, there's one on my website, glenesis.8m.com, only it's maintained in a text editor, and it's called my Rant. But now it's become clear to me that a blog can be my personal platform for purging the demons in my life, and praising the angels on my shoulders and in the air around me, with much more accessibilty than The Novel, or That Damned Book, as we eventually came to call it.
So, here ya'll go: MY novel. MY unravelling. MY RANT of RANTS. MY ENDLESS LIST of GRIPES and FASCINATIONS with the Universe, between Me and the Universe, and anyone else who cares to actually read it.
I hope you enjoy it... I think... I might not actually care at all, now that I think about it, but if you do get a kick from it, that can only be a good thing. You'd be amazed how much small stuff I've done has had mind-curdling impacts on the direction of my life in days that followed that small stuff. Little things, incidental things, that have led to life-lasting, hellish consequences on my life. Maybe, one day, if I'm drunk enough, I'll share some stories with you, dear reader... It's Blog, it's Blog, it's better than bad... IT'S GOOD!
