Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Good God! Give me a break!

No more wedding, please!

Now. About that birth certificate.

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There was a bumper crop of blogs this morning. Those of the political bent were long and bitter; those of the poker persuasion, long and bitter – for some parts. A few of the poker blogs are finding their ‘different’ direction now (it’s been a week and a half since the big three began being de-horned), a couple of these blogs showing their affinity and love of the written word for, perhaps, the first time.

Maybe it was the subject matter of poker that kept them constrained prior to this. Speaking, one might suppose, to what they considered the level of their popularity as bloggers of poker.

I do know thus far I have trimmed my reading roll from 210 to 167 and will be trimming further. I’m discovering that I appreciate some more than others, the more being the better prose rather than subject matter. For the poker stuff I’m turning to England rather than Canada. I’m not certain why that is, time will reveal that I’m sure.

Politically, I’m searching. It is very difficult to find the blogs with any balance; extreme seems the norm – it’s like some war news is all thunder and lightening and opinion; and some are just facts of events allowing the reader to surmise truths from several sources. Finding those ‘just facts’ blogs is the difficult part. War of another git.

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A problem with being semi-retired is finding something to be employed with (I don’t think that is an original finding or statement). It’s been an on-going search, this interest. Poker was one of the things that filled those empty desires (other than running feeder calves).

Music seems to bubbling to the surface. I have an Irish Blog that (other than Irish Poker) is of interest because it is interested in music. Thus far the questions I’ve developed re-searching the items I pick up from that blog have driven me totally insane. I cannot find the answers.

The questions haven’t been about the music (I leave that for other folks), my questions run along the lines of “What’s inside that instrument?” “What makes that sound that way?” Some of which, contrary to my expectations, turn out to be not so simple in fact.  Which explains why, searching for a replacement interest to poker, I’m gravitating in that direction.

Questions. I’ve got them. I asked one the other day of a fellow at P and J’s. I asked him – “Can a sighted person, with hearing, but being tone deaf write music, not just lyrics?”

His answer was a strange look and a question of his own: “Can a deaf person write music?”

I let the subject drop. I suppose it is moot.


From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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