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When The Going Gets Weird by Mikel K

When The Going Gets Weird by Mikel K

Feb 29, 2012

  I have an ear inside my head that can’t hear a word that you are saying. ————————————— I really don’t get The Idea of nailing a politician because he, or she, changes their position on something. Life is change. You and I change our mind all the time; we think different of things, at different times. Why should Politicians be any different? ————————————— Do you want to make a difference in The Lives of Your Fellow Human Beings? ————————————— What if Ron Paul was The President? ————————————— I just watered my plants. I have lost several plants since I brought them all inside: the heat, the lack of sun, and the cats, proved to be lethal. I used to have trouble keeping goldfish alive; they needed much more space than I could provide them. A gold fish bowl is not neccessarliy good for the goldfish. ————————————– I’m and addict. I’m addicted to Love. K’s Kitty Kobain (Photo  ————————————– She Don’t Do Me Like That My eyes didn’t blink when you left me. I never shed a tear once you walked out that door. You can send me all the information that you want about your new love interests. I;m not going to get jealous or angry: I got a new woman now, who don’t do me like you did. ————————————— What if Rick Santorum were President? ————————————— TV Dinner She showed me her wound; I couldn’t stand it, so I turned on the tv. Children were being bombed in Syria. I watched and ate my dinner as if nothing was happening. —————————————– This is my friend, and a friend to many, Skinny Joe. He passed away, recently. I will always Love Him. ————————————— Geez We need jobs  Not some guy who wants to take away our condoms. —————————————- THE K QUESTION OF THE WEEK: Mikel K Poet: Hey, what’s going on in Syria, today? Ric Stick Green: Same thing that’s been going on for hundreds of years. Beverley Cunningham: Why isn’t someone stopping this? Mikel K Poet: Who? Beverley Cunningham: The U.S. could provide weapons to Syrian civilians so they can protect themselves. Mikel K Poet: Who’ll train them to use them, and...

The Not Even Near Daily K: My back hurts

The Not Even Near Daily K: My back hurts

Oct 11, 2011

Wouldn’t it be funny to choke to death on Cheerios, after leaving the, for me, scary world of alcohol behind? Early Alzheimer’s: the dirty clothes were sitting next to the kitty litter bag, and I almost picked up the kitty litter, and washed it. “The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.”  –Albert Einstein “Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.” –Albert Einstein I have been going to a chiropractor for weeks now, and I woke up this morning, and I had myself a beer…I am SO just kidding…I woke up this morning, and my middle back is hurting me a bit, which goes to either show you that nothing is perfect, or that my chiropractor sucks, which I, seriously, don’t think is the case. Life is full of little, and big, challenges, which you can either let get you down, or just realize that they are part of the path of life. Gee, I am so positively philosophical, this morning, but I find that it helps me get through the day, and night. I am done with my hectic day of things that had to be done. My regular doctor is going to use the blood work that they drew to check my thyroid. My dermatologist cut two moles off of my existence, one on my chest, that I didn’t know was a mole, and one below my belly that was dark, and I knew had to go. We, once again, redistributed food to those who need. I am ready to rest. I think that a nap is in order, but first I will have to fold all the clothes that are on the bed, and before that, I will have to remove a sleeping cat from the clothes. Morrison was just licking the empty cat bowl. I should have scolded him, but I didn’t; it is 4:02 am, too early in the morning to play disciplinarian. Mo then walked down the hall to the bathroom, and the only thing that I could...

The Not So Daily K: Let Freedom Ring.

The Not So Daily K: Let Freedom Ring.

Jul 4, 2011

“Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”–Ernest Hemingway “Give me the strength and courage to search for the truth, but spare me the comapny of those who know it.”–Pam Landsen You can not go from having the body of Chris Farley to having the body of Lance Armstrong over night. I have lost nearly 40 pounds, most all of it in my gut, and I still have a way to go(about 25 more pounds I am guessing). But losing the weight is not enough for me, so as well as doing my Yoga, riding my bike, and walking the dogs, I am going to join a gym, get a personal trainer, and start lifting weights when the money thing becomes stable enough to let me do so. I like being able to look in the mirror, and not be embarrassed by what I see. My dogs don’t like pretzels. I put two piles of them on the carpet, yesterday, for them to munch on. Now, I have crunched pretzels all about the abode, and the vacuum cleaner is still broke. I learned, after I quit drinking, that the quality of my problems is high these days! I went for two bike rides, today, which is a super-duper world’s record for me. In the morning I rode to my credit union, which is about a half hour away on bike, and about 15 minutes to get back home, riding those lovely hills in the fun, but not weight losing, direction. Tonight I did four loops in the park, which is about a mile. The ride took me about 25 minutes to complete. I did a decent Yoga session before each bike ride. I am going to fucking be Superman, I tell you. It is a beautiful morning here at The K Hotel. The animals are all resting, after having had a hearty breakfast. It is cool on the front lawn. I transferred one of my ferns, yesterday, to the large vase that sits at the front door that leads to this mansion. I think that it had outgrown the pot that I had it...

The Somewhat Daily K: Buy this book, and read it!!

The Somewhat Daily K: Buy this book, and read it!!

Jun 19, 2011

You will love Susan Henderson’s stunning novel, “Up From The Blue,” no matter what kind of childhood you had, but if being a child was hard for you, if you didn’t feel loved as a child, even though, on the surface, things seemed to be normal in your existence, you will totally relate to Tillie, the protagonist of this story. When people move, they usually leave behind things, things too cumbersome to bring with them, or things not really needed. When Tillie’s family moved, so that her, on the surface, successful career military father could, once again, advance his career, not only were many of Tillie’s favorite toys left behind, in the process, but, somehow, her not quite right in the head mother got lost in the shuffle. For this, Tillie points a finger at her father, as she so often does through out this book. I don’t think that I have ever cared so much about a character in a book. Each page that I learn a bit about Tillie makes me want to jump to the next page to learn more about Tillie. I care about Tillie, and my heart aches for her. I want to see her have a happy ending. Though the two books are greatly disimilar, Ms. Henderson has done the same fine job that Janine Walls did in her book, “The Glass Castle,” of involving you in the story. I was unable to put either book down. Tillie is not an innocent victim in her world. She has a strained relationship not only with her father, but with her brother, her schoolmates, her friends, and her teacher. In a sense, she is a rebel without a cause in most of what she does, except in her relationship with her mother who she finds living, hidden, in the basement of the family’s new house. There are bits and pieces of Holden Caufield in Tillie. Both are tortured souls, creating most of their own mental barriers, and confusion. I can’t remember if Holden worked his issues out by the end of, “The Catcher in the Rye,” and I won’t tell you if Tillie does. I will tell you that Tillie,...

The Somewhat Daily K: Sit Down and Bleed

The Somewhat Daily K: Sit Down and Bleed

Jun 7, 2011

Does anyone know when The CVS in Dublin, Ireland opens? “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” –Ernest Hemingway “Only when the last tree has been cut down; Only when the last river has been poisoned; Only when the last fish has been caught; Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.”–Native American Proverb (Kudos to Rich Morrare). I made a sale, tonight. It wasn’t a huge sale, but everybody cheered like it was when it was announced that I was going on “The Board.” I really wanted to make another sale, and I did all that I could to do such, but such did not occur. That is what tomorrow is for: to make another sale!! Got to love a day off; when we wake up it will be hump day, already. It is supposed to be 95 degrees out tomorrow; ouch!! You know who I miss: George Harrison. He seems like he must have been one of the nicest guys on the planet. Didn’t cigarettes get him? Up at 6:57am. One of the cats barfed up a hairball in the middle of the night onto the foot of my bed, and I kept touching it with my leg. I’m sluggish this morning, anxious for that first cup of coffee that is brewing. Bernie, the plumber, is here, today, and is, hopefully, going to return hot water to our existence. Shawtie, is not happy about Bernie’s presence: she won’t shut up. Shawtie is a guest in our house, until next Monday, a half Pit, half Shar-Pei small in size dog with a big presence. Telling Shawtie to shut up does no good. When it comes to this barking Miss Thing, she really makes my dog Dylan seem like an angel, because Dylan will, at least, quiet down when I ask him to. I made no sales, last night, on the phones, though I came so very close a number of times. I don’t know if that is just how it is, or if I still lack that strong closer instinct. I have to wonder if one of the better salesmen in the...

The Daily K: The Close

The Daily K: The Close

May 18, 2011

The close: So far, I am good at talking to the very few people who answer the phone. When I say that I have called to tell them about the upcoming season at The Opera they listen attentively to what I have to say, but when I am done saying it, they start to, immediately, offer reasons for why they can’t buy, even before I have offered them the opportunity to acquire some fine seats.  With time, I will learn how to handle these objections, and turn their no’s into yes’s. My boss said not to beat up on myself, to give it a week to learn the pitch. I am the master of instant gratification, and I want to see my name at the top of the board, NOW! I have learned, with age, to be patient however, and to trust that others, in this case, my boss, know more than I do. I will have to wait. The waiting is the hardest part. I am doing Yoga to The Impotent Sea Snakes, this morning; preparing to take the dogs for a medium long walk. I have been studying for work in the morning, and then tired from work when I get home at night, so the dogs have not been getting the lengthy walks that I like to give them, and that they like to take. Shame on me. It is the darndest thing: when I do Yoga, both of my cats, and both of my dogs, gather together, and watch me. Two weeks ago, I got groceries from two different churches. Today, I have the day marked on the calendar when I will get my first pay check from my new job. I really think that prayer had something to do with my transition from having to have my hand out to having a hand in buying my own meals. I did not say, “God, hook me up with a job,” but I did say, over and over, “God, thy will be done not mine, thy will be done not mine,” and I think that His will was for me to have this job at The Opera. I can hear you...