Love this.  Special thanks to AANE.org for posting it on their blog way back when so I could discover it today.

I really needed a good laugh today.  Between this and 20 minutes of America’s Funniest Videos and a montage of kids and potty shenanigans (it  would seem that many little guys see the toilet as a mini-hot tub of sorts) I laughed until I sobbed and then that took awhile to dam.   Oh well.   I’d rather have laughter so strong it shifts to another emotion than be a superficial asshat.  And laughing that hard and then crying feels like a huge release on a day when I’m a boneless mass trying not to deflate myself on my bed of nails (mat with spikes for pain relief… I’ll blog on that later)… It’s like a sexless orgasm of the brain.

A totally primal mindgasm.

And now I could use a nap.

G’night, my friends.  Goodnight.

B

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The view from here…. I feel this nearly insatiable need to update that is stifled by an equally huge drive to rest these bones and ping around in my own squash.  

Once I finally have the energy and ability to share and get it out from between these two ears I start hitting speed bumps and backing things up, back to a calm place where I can hit pause and know I’ll be coming back to that place, that thought that needed sharing… Well, I can’t back up anymore because I know I will be blocked from getting back to what i needed and wanted to do. So I shove forward as much as I can.  Each day I hit a wall too soon in my day, there are tears, and the anger deep in my bones threatens to float up from the steel piles driven deep into the muck, where I tether it daily, knowing I need to hone existing skills and forge some new ones before I can let them float off on the tide instead of using my reserves on big gulps of air to sink them once again, tethering them deeper each time.

Ok. That picture has nearly nothing to do sigh anything.

Maybe.

I mean, two folkloric and beloved characters from childhood… Sunk in a giant human-head sized hermetic seal glass jar… ok, ok. I know…

Anyway, my wrists and hands are hollering. This typing one handed thing is just miserable.  I miss the comfort of my homing keys and the soft clackety-clack.

More soon…
B

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(hold music resumes… )Our next available me will be with you in a moment. Thank you for your patience.

Is it ever!  Phew. I’ve been running this marathon for 11 years (with 4 years spent prepping for that marathon.  Needless to say, prepping for a marathon with running on a treadmill is a completely different sport than running an actual marathon.  And yes, I feel that “Heartbreak Hill” applies to this metaphorical marathon as well.  And no, I don’t actually run on anything except for my sentences.  Bah-dum-dum-tsch.)

Click the link above for a fantastic piece by David Finch, who guest-blogged this post on John Elder Robison’s blog.  Fantastic writing and I found myself nodding my head so much that I feel like I’m still nodding my head, minutes after I stopped reading and nodding.  Capisce?  Good.

Enjoy.

xo

Bek

p.s. David Finch’s book “Journal of Best Practices” is coming out on January 3, 2012.  You can preorder it here:  Amazon.com

Yep.  That’s my kid!  YEAH!