Wednesday, August 09, 2006


Aint that the truth.......

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You mean I need a title

I gonna be disciplined i'm gonna be disciplined i'm gonna be disciplined....... aint got no red slippers nor do I want to go to kansas, but I do find myself sitting at the computer tapping my heels together... how very interesting...

I'm gonna be hugely assumptive (anyone that knows me knows that its not hard) and apologise for the somewhat stream of consciousness type delivery of my thoughts, in all honesty I set out on this blogging journey with no other intention other than to record or at least attempt a record of my thoughts. Having recieved my first comment, my wannabe scholar tells me I have an audience, there in lies the assumption. At best, I've informed people and apologised accordingly, at worst, I've just apologised to myself..... could be worse I guess...

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Spare Tyres


Well its official, I've just experienced bloggers block and with only 2 posts up...my marvelously thought out analogy, that was destined to revolutionize humanity.. has now been rationalised, quartarised and pasturised.. Screw it... If its a muppet I seem, its a muppet I will be..

What I was pondering was the apparent cycle of the size of spare tyres in cars.. I'm still somewhat baffled as to how this captured my attention, but some years ago I worked as a tyre fitter and got to experience first hand the outstanding practicalities of the space saver...

The person responsible for such a ludicrous idea comes very close to being deserving of a bullet..

And its with a smug look on my face, arms crossed, leaning back in my chair that I see the size of the apparent "space savers" returning to a diameter rivaling that of your standard car tyre.. (as an aside, its funny how when someone has an idea slightly before me, I feel well within my rights to claim it as my own and wave a finger chanting "I told you so")

all of this said - "Whats it got to do with the price of fish" ? or anything for that matter...

Well while observing this return to some sensibilty within the tyre industry, a conversation had with a good friend and mentor challenged me to consider what were the tyres on which my life rolled. What were the things that absorb the bumps, grip the road, hug the corners..

And with this I began to consider "tyre" care...

The parallels between looking after your car tyres and your life tyres, for me at least were compelling... But it was the place of the spare tyre that really got me..

Call me a pesimist, call me what you will, I believe that if we are genuinely honest with ourselves we would all agree that "punctures" are inevitable. For as our tyres continue to turn on the ashphalt which leads us through life we will always be at very least suseptable, for some, even prone to punctures. It's at this point the issue of the space saver really becomes apparent..

How much of modern life has led me to keep a "space saver" in my boot for those times I pick up punctures. Whats more how often do I take the time check its inflation, tread wear stuff like that... And could it be that a space saver for me, is not quite good enough. That the sacrifice of bootspace in order that I might carry a full size, fully inflated spare tyre is one I seriously need to consider, especially if I have any asperations of returning home in one piece.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Seeing

Don't you just love those moments, you know when the happy music begins to play and your dreary surrounds are bathed in heavenly light. You stop and ponder, realising that beauty has not departed life entirely, your faith in humanity has been restored.

And then it hits.....

It's at this point I publish my disclaimer... to hieracy, stupidity, any word ending in a y really cause generally the y words are the ones that cause offense. I'm still new at this, and for the purposes of this particular exercise, I'm journeying into the canyon between MY ears, and hense I'm completely free from any responsibilty to what I might find..

With that said, I'm somewhat intrigued by how often my search for illumination in my life sees me getting trapped in the headlights of unseen vehicles, I've subsiquently began to refer to this disorder as sudden illumination syndrome (S.I.S for short).... We all know in order to be a REAL medical syndrome there has to be an associated acronym...

But in all seriousness how often do I long to know what lurks in the shadows beside me, what paths lay ahead of me, and to be able to look all the way back and to take pride (or conversly wallow) in just how far i've come. I become intent on seeing EVERYTHING, stopping at nothing until all is bathed in the light of truth. I labour and toil for the day that topical struggle within the course of any given week is illuminated with a clear way foward.


and you know what.... it sometimes happens......

but as i said earlier, my retinas dialated in the new found light become blind to the freight train that follows close behind.. and more often than not..... BAMM!! flat on my ass again strugling to come to grips with standing up, let alone walking foward.

What exactly am I saying here...? The light of reality is harsh and who really wants to live in the real world cause then you see whats really going and you get bashed about even more?? no... quite the contrary if my understanding of myself is correct that is. On reflection I discovered for me at least, lightbulb moments are their namesake for a reason.... they're not half million candle power halogen spotlight moments.... but instead humble, singular, sometimes even solitary lightbulb moments. And whats more its my belief that God created them that way, and after having spent countless times sitting in the middle of the road trying to figure which way is up, I'm beginning to embrace the notion that maybe, just maybe I'm not supposed to know it all. That maybe the mystery of what lays in the shadows is not something to fear from a distance with a flashlight, but instead a challange to take the hand of my Father and take a closer look.....

To infinity and beyond !!



Finally having come to grips with the apparent size of my head, I now embark of a discovery of what truely lies in that canyon between my ears. "Im going to think.... and I maybe some time..."