Friday, July 13, 2018

On The Roof Of The Sea Castle

Every once in a while, a person has one of those vivid memories that resides in the midst of a foggy mire.  One of mine is that while I lived in the Sea Castle Apartments in Santa Monica, which was giant, Art Deco, aquamarine apartment building, and formerly an old-timey beach club (“The Breakers”), I got to see one of the most memorable fireworks shows ever.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Twisted Twitterers And Such

Something that is really strange to me is that a lot of people follow others who they don’t like and don’t agree with in any basic way on Twitter.  For instance, take Tomi Lehren.  She tweets out ultra conservative and inflammatory tweets multiple times throughout the day.  Most liberals hate her Tweets and post replies to her that are vicious and venomous. 

It boggles my mind why people do this.  Why would you, the average person who has limited time and resources each day to deal with work and family, follow someone you really don’t like?  I think it’s because people want to get themselves worked up and angry.  There is no other logical reason. 

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

The Sweet Smell Of Memories


What reminds you of when you were young?  Is it music? It is a smell? Is it a physical place? It is thinking or seeing someone from that time?

For me, it’s mostly the first two or three.  Music shoots me back to a time so quickly that it’s like some sort of emotional wormhole for me.  I think this is true for a lot of people.  For some reason, music, smells, and places are able to tap into a person’s memory extremely directly.

Music is just an incredible thing, isn’t it?  I wrote another blog entry a while back called, “Time After Time,” in which I described the strange phenomenon of how a song can whisk me away so quickly, it makes my head spin.  There can be something in the musical arrangement or in the words and melody that just cut right through to me riding in my ex-girlfriend’s father’s Trans Am, or to me sitting on the ledge of The Sea Castle, an apartment I had on the sand of Santa Monica, or of finishing the last few miles of one of the twenty-six full length marathons I have run in my past.  Songs have the effect of almost softening up my soul, bringing down the defenses that I’ve normally put up to blur out the memories’ acuity.  The music allows me to feel the feelings again, if only so momentarily.