Today, my 2020 album Thirsty Soul was released on Spotify, Apple Music, and Amazon.
The track list comprises all the songs that people liked and that I like and that I got really good at because people liked them. Most are piano-oriented, but there are a couple of nifty little tunes in there (including the ever-present set closer, Chinese Buffet).
Give it a spin and, if you like it, hit that share button!
OR perhaps you could try the every-confusing Spotify embed?
Walking up the city sidewalk, I realize I walk at an “average” pace. Inevitably, some people zip by me. Others block my way. Wherever I’m going, though, my original quest is inevitably sidelined in favor of the Slow-Walking Women.
Am I being creepy?
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When considering the heightened racial rhetoric raised after the death of George Floyd, I’m once again facing down stereotypes that are applied to me, a middle-aged American white guy. Luckily, my thoughts, demeanor, attitude, and spirituality have crystallized during the past few years, and I’m much more comfortable doing a deep dive into my heart.
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Parroting dramatic language on social media (and therefore, like it or not, in real life) is diminishing our motivation and—to some extent—our ability to choose precise words. The pool of original ideas based on self experience is slowly and subtly being replaced with words relating to how the experience of others is constantly communicated via mass media.
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No, your dog is not “your child.” Keeping a pet, you are a steward of another lifeform. Such pets as dogs and cats, however, come with clear sets of do’s and don’ts. You can fool yourself about selfless time spent caring for them, but such frivolity involves very little self-sacrifice, and even less personal risk.
Raising a human child necessitates a complete and persistent internal evaluation of your values, habits, and ability to love another unconditionally; this while allowing the child to grow and adopt her own values, habits, and ability to love. None of this comes with any guarantee of an obvious “reward.” You must therefore understand the value of reliving the discoveries of life with your child.
Often, I hear others loudly proclaim how expensive having a child is, and how they value their freedom to pursue their happiness by choosing not to have human children. “This is my child,” they say, proudly stroking their furry companion. Their proclaimed pursuit of happiness seems to involve short-term hedonistic pursuits that present few intellectual and spiritual challenges. They are satisfied that a superficial tail wag is “love” affirming their role as a “parent” as they drunkenly swipe through their vacation photos.
I shudder to think how this “dog is my child” bodes for future generations of humans as this pseudo-parent lifestyle becomes more overtly affirmed by others who share this “dog-as-child” philosophy, and who actually express sympathy for those who have chosen to perpetuate the human species. This absurd viewpoint saddens me. They have been fooled by themselves and the tainted zeitgeist.
These self-proclaimed parents are perpetual Dog Children. Beware their tail wag.
