Random Red Thoughts

"...random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen." 

Love that quote from Michael Bassey Johnson, a brilliant writer and poet. 

Random thoughts give you permission to daydream a bit.  Experience a Walter Mitty moment every once in a while. Just gaze at the unseen and see what happens. 

I tip my glass in the direction of randomness.  

A good bartender is just as valuable as a good doctor or lawyer. 

Sometimes, you just need to go and have sex with your wife in a hotel. 

I am envious of people born on February 29th but feel bad for those who lost someone on that same day. 

February really is a long month despite the actual number of days. 

Sunrise or sunset?  I can't choose. 

You are never too old to hug. 

Everyone should have five go-to restaurants; Italian, Bar-be-que, Hole in the Wall, Steak joint, and Mexican. 

It really does feel good being nice. 

There is no better bite than the first bite of buttered toast dipped into the yoke of a sunny-side-up egg. 

Light a fire in a real fireplace...often. 

I don't want to live past 90. 

Stemmed wine glasses for dinner.  Stem-less for lunch or happy hour. 

Cheers to randomness. 

'Clink'

Life at an Unsquared 90 Degrees

 

My wife and I went to see famed jazz trumpeter, Wayne Bergeron the other night.  It was wild and beautiful.  As we were getting into the syncopated beat and delighted by the range of his magical trumpet, we asked ourselves if our architect friend, Dave would be into jazz. We thought "There's no way someone with an exact mind would be into the un-exactedness of jazz."

Remember...close enough for jazz. 

But then we remembered, Dave was totally into Dave Brubeck. 

Brubeck...the father of cool jazz; the unlikely matrimony of bebop and big band combining frenetic chaos with silky smooth undertones.  Brubeck's music had a random exactness to it. Coordinated spontaneity. 

The Unsquare dance.  A delightful morsel of his music, which combined blues, jazz, and country western, was edgy, cool, and undefined.  But there were precise corners to the piece too. 

As my wife and I broke down our evening, we started talking about our friend again and realized his delicate balance of structure and bedlam was a microcosm of life. 

Life has wide bumpers, baby, and use every inch of them.  Draw outside the lines and not off the paper. Be adventurous and humble.  Ride the teeter-totter between falling off and balance. Experience everything life has to offer and be selective. 

Life is jazz.  Fun, unexpected, and crazy, with notes to live by. 

"Jazz is about freedom within discipline." 

Jazz and life.  It's a gas. 

Dig it?