a day in the life of piano monkey

At times it is almost impossible to not to believe that a plan is a near- reality.   One is encouraged and often forced to make future plans, small and big.   From ‘when should i set the coffee machine for the next morning’ to ‘what should one do for life.’   And for some bizarre reason we are constantly encouraged to build this fictitious frame of reference for the paradigm that does not exist in reality: the future (cue dramatic fanfare).   however, life, being much larger than a will of a pathetic individual, often ends up crashing over the poor person who had his house of dreams built with the twigs of ‘plans.’   Though it could be quite maddening for awhile, the ‘foiling’ process can also be hilarious, even spectacularly entertaining.   All because of one simple fact: plan/future involves life and reality, however, they do not equate to life itself.   Such grand introduction, monkey. Where are you going with this? Well, as i am writing this in...

continuing with the last brainsplatter , it is true- i dont remember reading much about satan outright killing people. but dang, almighty father does smite lots and lots of 'wrong' doers and the j-boy have had his tabloid moments as well, throwing stuff around in market areas, providing alcohol to minors and initiating a cannibalism . but seriously, it's all for good fun. if you cant laugh about it, who will? once things get serious, it gets no fun. and if not fun, why do it? i used to advise my friends on their first dates: if your person isnt sarcastic, look very carefully to see some other trumping qualities. why? sarcastic people are rarely serious or overly bitter. it's a fine line to ride between laughter and cynicism. but like a well-balanced draught (my summer fav being the mill st. tankhouse ale right now. mm. tasty. ya, i know, i am really quite taking up on beer. thank... no one perhaps? it'll all add up in the midregion i am sure), a bit of sweet a...