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Brain's Song
2/17/2009 2:33:58 PM
The song the brain sings late at night when people, as the 70's band America sang, "share the gift of gab among themselves." That's right, Brain's Song, not Brian's Song, which was a real tear jerker for sure. Remember those good times when you stayed up all night talking and having fun? Come on, let's do it again!
Greetings fellow travelers of both space and time:
You guys rock too! Thanks for supporting me on my blog the other day. Sorry I was so harsh, but nice just was not cutting it anymore. I hope it helped her, for she is a genuinely nice lady and a good writer, and gives much support to others around the Den. Her expectations were to me unrealistic, so she should expect a backlash from her public in terms of support. I hope that most people are forgiving and just consider the source, and that everyone has a bad day once in while. I really wish her the best.
The sad fact is that she will probably have the loss of readership and reviewers even more than ever now, as people either take her at her word, and quit reviewing her poetry AND stories, or just get fed up with her attitude altogether, and move on to greener pastures, not realizing her motivation was just to help her sister in her readership too.
I know I have almost reached that point of being fed up with her myself. I do not like being judgmental, though sometimes I am, but it just struck me the wrong way, and I took it out on her in the blog.
If I don't get reviews I want, its my fault, not yours. The truth is that I just can't keep up with someone that post 3 or 4 times or more day multiplied by too many people I want to follow to count. I am more than likely to respond to a general posting of any kind if I have experienced good writing and camaraderie from that person in the past, or if they post so infrequently that I just have see what they have been up to lately.
When the same rather tired old verses, or my case inverses, and story types repeatedly are reposted it wearies me. I begin to wonder if people have a milliliter of originality left in their brain-cells, housed in either their left OR their right lobes. In case I thought jokingly, it was like the Earth's magnetic poles, and the thinking parts of the brain switched sides occasionally to rest and rebuild the unused half. I ponder irrational things like that sometimes, when I am tired of using my brain creatively for the edification of others.
That is the song my brain sings late at night when I think no one is listening, but God and me. Then the phone rings with a late night phone call that blasts away my blissful clouds. I fall unceremoniously back to Earth.
"Oh God! Who just died?" my panicked brain sings, like a hymn on the bloody Sunday morning after. I just couldn't resist that one!
"Albert, is that you?" I cry. Whew, it is just my old buddy whose brain sings a different song than mine, but sometimes we talk about esoteric things and end up making it a chorus!
Albert called me late one night as he is apt to do occasionally. He is a teenage survivor of KISS concerts, cocaine and too much sex. He said he has one good brain-cell left, but fortunately, it is his best one!
I don't like the taste of beer, and I don't do illegal drugs. I enjoy my clarity of mind too much, and relish those moments of crystalline perfect viewing, when all of the universe, God, life and reality comes amazingly into focus.
Alas! Time has mellowed Albert. His drug trips are long over ages ago, having gotten scared straight after a trip to the emergency room that almost had him buying the farm. Now, beer, Judas Priest, mathematics, computers, electronic circuit design, and programming are his remaining long time vices. Oh yes, and his two dear Dachshunds who rule the house when he is not there, and are his companions of choice these days. One can always hope for the best and pray for that one good brain cell can't we? Bless it Lord and Albert too!
During one of those late night brainstorm induced phone-calls he made to me one night, Albert was ironically, discussing his views on the human brain. He went on and on about the different cerebral areas being devoted to different functions and how many brain-cells was involved for each specific process. I thought about the brain pondering itself. Would too much thinking about yourself give you regenerative feedback and over-drive your brain's internal oscillators I wondered? I amused my self with the thought.
True to form he had had a few brew-skies(?) before calling me that night. After a rare break in the conversation, I jumped in to the verbal vacuum and asked him how many of his brain-cells were devoted to drinking beer?
He said, "A bunch!" and he hung up the phone laughing and being satisfied he got his point across, probably drifted blissfully off to sleep again, his 171 IQ self-assuredly still intact.
That is my buddy, Albert. I owe him greatly. We have come a long way since that teleportation project he was going to help me with, when he heard me challenging Einstein's and others viewpoints in Electronics Technology class night after night over 20 years ago. Even though we have moved on with our lives, I still love him. Albert, dude, you are the best! We are once friends, always friends. That is the best kind of friend, wouldn't you agree?
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
Come the Judgment Day.
On the bloody morning after,
One tin soldier rides away.
Starman
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