An aging ham ponders life
I saw the show on Monday night, and I will say upfront, it is a great show. Solid performances in general, many an amusing moment, and plenty of subtle verbal and visual gags to keep everyone entertained. Well worth the evening. For me, I was disappointed, and that is because I am such a fan... Continue Reading →
WARNING: This production contains a lot of profanity. Not my post, but the play. On Monday the 25th, I had the opportunity to watch Black Swan Theatre's latest production Glengarry Ross. An ensemble production with two key focus characters, Shelly (Peter Rowsthorn) and Ricky (Damian Walshe-Howling), with some notable performances by; Luke Hewitt Ben Mortley... Continue Reading →
Patience isn't a virtue. It is not something special, nor even notably good or bad. Even according to Christian Values, it isn't a virtue. To quote Wikipedia's entry: While patience is not one of the traditional biblical three theological virtues nor one of the traditional cardinal virtues, it is part of the fruit of the... Continue Reading →
It is quiet inside. There is a serenity within. The static that once persisted, now is notably absent. It is calm inside. There is a stillness there. The waves that once crashed, now are pleasantly subdued. It is empty inside. There is a space between. The muck that once swilled, now is washed away. An... Continue Reading →
Delving through the recesses of my mind, I came across a picture frame. The photo within was of a small boy, who had a mop of platinum white hair, and ice-cream on his face. He was clearly enjoying himself. Yet see here, the edges of the frame are thin and frayed, with streaks of grey... Continue Reading →
I dreamed of a celebrity, just the other day. Hounded by the paparazzi, with little to say. The sounds of voices was immense, with silly requests. The people tightly packed, intense. Standing room at best. Yet unfazed he was as he walked, chewing on a sweet, through the crazed and mad hordes that squawked, as... Continue Reading →
A sense of numbness. A quietness of the mind. A stillness of the heart. A touch of the surreal. The world is changing, revolving, turning. I feel motionless, muffled, isolated. The transition has finally come. If imagination had a heart beat, Mine would be flat lining. The calm before the storm. The phoenix shall rise.
When one's expectations are reduced to zero, one really appreciates everything one does have. Stephen Hawking I have said before that I personally believe Expectations to be a measure of failure, not success. They establish a virtual line-in-the-sand where one side is disappointment, the other enjoyment. Another way to look at it is as rigid,... Continue Reading →
Mental fires of industry. Smoke and steam leaking from ears. Carbon footprints on the soul. The unsupervised automata of conditioned thought. Toxic. Like 1000 monkeys on typewriters. Random nonsense. Sometimes something sensible. Rarely very useful. Chaos. Clawing back control. Regulating the automata. Firing the Monkeys. Clean away the clutter. Peace. Learning a new approach. The... Continue Reading →
In my earlier series on depression, A Darker Path, I mentioned the difficulties I had with hay fever, and sort of suggested that it contributed to my depression. Well, of all the discussion that my series generated, one was how I managed to get over my affliction, because for those who know me in the... Continue Reading →
Reflection of a Ham 