Not Feelin' It

Committing major blog sin by not posting for ages! 

I am aware. It didn’t slip my mind. 

I just haven’t been in a blogging mood for a while,

nor have I had the time to do much about it. 

So I try to own my imperfections, just accept the flaws, live with my need for time off at times when others are groovin’ it online, and live well with it!

The main thing is to know yourself. 

In a transition of some sorts anyway. Don’t know much about the future,
but something’s got to click massively for me to find a new joy in the daily routines. 

Not the worst thing to happen anyways. 

Changes are as important as ambiguity, and just as annoying at times. 

Cocksucker Blues

The über famous film of the '72 Exile on Main St. Tour by Robert Frank is by far
one of the rarest opportunitites to dig into the juicy, sexy, raw 70's decadence
- or perhaps better put as a free-range, all-in exploration of living in exile.

The film is often ordered taken down the minute it get's posted, so for as long
as it's here, watch and absorb this plundering soul of the Stones rip it all apart.

Perhaps more disturbing to the Stones when they saw the finished product, 
however, was the degree to which Frank faithfully captured the loneliness 
and despair of life on the road. 
     
Mick Jagger reportedly told Frank, "It's a fucking good film, Robert, 
but if it shows in America we'll never be allowed in the country again." 

  

Brass Balls

I've got to call Clint Eastwood, I think, and ask him how he displays his balls.

Count on Keith to lighten the spirit of my day, at any time. Thank you.

But as the man always shows, it's not all about balls, but of
head & heart & balls. The three go together through life.

Another Man - Another Photographer

While I'm usually drawn to the photos of Mario Sorrenti, I'm not particularly fond of the pictures he's taken of Keith for the Another Man issue.

It looks like the images are worlds apart.

As if one image is of a tired, old man. And another is of a strong, confident man, who'll spit at you for being in his face.

And maybe they're all very real and complex portraits of Keith as a man and and as an artist - though everybody knows "Art is just short for Arthur" - but somehow the photos don't crawl under my skin.

It could be pinned down to "not-matching-the-image", I realize that.

Then again I've looked at more photos of Keith than most, and they don't tend to give off this aura of distance or perhaps even of a dried out man.

But as Keith has said:
You could be sick as a dog, but as long as you've got a suntan, everybody thinks you're in great shape.


Appearances can indeed be deceiving.

Do It Wrong

Obsession is a way of organizing our lives so that we never have to deal with the hard part - the part between being two years old and dying, 
Geneen Roth writes on her Facebook profile.

She's right of course. It's way easier to involve yourself to the point of obsession in others or in the problems of addiction, ego or the world, than it is to silence your inner critic or embrace your own frailty.

Florence - of Florence and the Machine - seems to have it down though. To me she's got a natural kindness to her, as if she accepts the toing and froing of the creative process.

It's quite hard to string all of these pieces of past, present and future and other 
different influences all together. A lot of thought went into what songs should 
go on here to make it seem like a cohesive body of work. I think it's like a scrapbook.

I think she's right too. Life and work and relationships are all patchwork'ish, put together
of good days and bad, of good and bad decissions, and of good and bad interpretations
of what happened.

It follows that doing it wrong is just as important as doing it right, falling down as
important as getting back up.

Stumbling

I suspect this is true for most of us. A stumble that no one saw isn’t nearly as mortifying as a stumble with an audience, as they write at Tiny Buddha.

Not one to hide my errors as such, and still I sometimes find it hard to be openly vulnerable and maybe even in the wrong. The placid personality I haven't fully grown into yet. 

And clinging to the notion of discovering of my own inner tranquility with age might be a forlorn hope - or so it feels.

As you get older, younger people think you know where it's at. But it's a forlorn hope. Because everybody's growing up at the same time, you know, Keith has said. 

Daring to be imperfect is pretty scary in any Western culture. But with it comes a knowledge of ones personal borders and bounderies, and an understanding of what fly's and not for me, a recognition of what I consider to be bullshit in others and in myself.

What She Did For Google

At Google, Sandberg served as vice president of global online sales
and operations in a role that helped build the company's money-gushing 
search-advertising business.

What a track record Sheryl Sandberg has! And she's not afraid of taking on
yet another huge challenge. Actually it's her dream:

My dream is really simple. I think every small business should be using 
Facebook. We're not going to stop until all of them are using it to grow 
their business.

When any company is able to engage our heart - i.e. dreams & longings,
fear & doubts, laughter & spirit - they're here to stay!