The Trouble with Beets

I am back. This may be a very disgusting post, and I may have touched on this earlier, though I do not recall. I had checked my archives, recent posts, and it did not seem to be there. Perhaps, I merely thought about it but never posted the thought. Here it goes.

The Wife made roasted beets the other night (Thursday). No trouble there. She does make them fairly often and she likes her beets. I am more skeptical. I eat them but am not sure if I like them. Of course, roasting anything makes it tasty....see beef and potatoes.

They were okay. The fun begins the next morning. I go to do "my business" and the water in the toilet is red. "Fuck!" I am thinking that I have one hell of a bleeding colon. It cannot be good. I have one and a half fucking feet in the grave. I am a goner.

Then, I remember........beets. That beet color gets everywhere. It is scary. It stains the plates and the walls. I have seen it used to color pasta. Now, it colors my colon and its contents. I am not dying, I have eaten beets.

No wonder the Violent Femmes once wrote, "Body and beets, I stain my sheets, I don't even know why, my girlfriend, she's at the end, she is starting to cry....Let me go on, like a blister in the sun". It is all coming too clear to me now. Thank you Gord Gano for those lines.

Fortunately, I did not stain the sheets....at least not with beets. That must mean that all is well.

There you have it, a story of my colon's contents. Ciao!

5+ years of posting and a few thoughts

I am back. It has been two weeks since my last post, too bad. I did in all this time away miss my 5th blog birthday. I have been posting since February 2005. I cannot believe it either. I know that the number of my postings has decreased, especially of late, but I have been pretty consistent with this.

That means I may have a lot to say. Or at least I like to think that I do.

In that time, I have said some pretty funny things and some pretty sad ones. I have "lost" family members and gained some, too (birth of nephews, etc.). There have been good times and bad. It is like life, hell, it is life. The sweet with the bitter makes it all one big and great paradox. It is the sad that makes me appreciate the good.

This has also been a place where I can get up on my soapbox and let you, the world, know about my life philosophy. It has been rather organic as it has come by way of living and observing events in my life and life in general in my detached state. I intellectualize things. It is who I am and how I make sense of emotions and life events.

It is funny as I think upon that notion of intellectualization. I look back to myself in 1978. I had not tried smoking pot. Yet, there I was researching it and the data of the day to really understand and separate fact from propaganda. I did the same thing with LSD, in terms of its effects, and found my first acid trip to be quite enjoyable. It was because I could call it a random firing of neurons that I knew my hallucinations were just that and temporary. It made for an enjoyable ride or trip.

I will endeavor to post more often, though I really do not know who, if anybody, is reading out there. I have enjoyed this five years of posting and hope to enjoy more of it in the future.

Ciao!

Olympic roundup

I am back. Forgive me one and all but it has been close to two weeks since my last post. I have been very busy. I got to host a bar mitzvah. That is correct, the Lad, did it. All the credit has to go the Wife, though. I did shit all, except for my speech and the liquor (what else is new). My speech rocked and I did receive many compliments. Apparently, long time friends did not realize that I can write, articulate my thoughts and feelings in a kind and humorous manner and come off, not as arrogant, angry asshole, but as compassionate loving father and husband. Actually, I did not know I had that in me either.

That explains my absence for the past two or so weeks. It had nothing to do with the ongoing Olympics in Vancouver. Though, it is the Olympics, especially the closing ceremonies, that is the subject of today's post.

Did any of you catch the closing ceremonies? I am watching and struck by the huge, inflatable beavers. I am thinking that nothing says "Canada" like huge, hairy beavers. Am I wrong on this one? Is my mind in the gutter (yes, and it is all part of my charm)? Either way, I think somebody should have seen that one coming....Canada represented by huge, hairy beavers. At least they were not split, but to be honest, I much prefer a shaved beaver. That is just me and my preference, though beaver is beaver any way you slice it or split it.

Ciao!