Lotus-Almost Tornado- Pearl Jam and a Perfect 7 iron.

Almost Tornado

“Look at that thing, my god, it looks so awesomely beautiful – power and energy mixed in a fury of doom”.

I kept looking at it – hanging in the sky like some giant black megalithic alien spacecraft hoovering above. Oh yeah people – this thing is the most bad-ass cloud formation I have ever seen – this son of a bitch could build the pyramids in 10 or 12 seconds (I almost believe those ancient alien lunatics theorists)  –– Back lit by the burning summer sun rising above a smooth gradient of filtered perfect greyness-Whao! Are you friggin kidding me! – I keep looking and looking. I am mesmerized.

Completely mesmerized.

A cat looking at a beam of light on the wall under the influence of powerful nip – I am awestruck.

And this was before I drove under it.

Hail and oblivion in a staccato beat of thunder and mayhem pounding the crap out of my little van. I thought I was going to roll over – I am trying to figure out what I brace against to survive intact – there is nothing – keep the seatbelt and 4 ways on parked right here and let it pass over.

It got less

It got a little brighter

And I drive through leaves and tree limbs all covered in fresh storm hail-ice on the road.

That was intense – kick ass and potent. A shot of tequila with a bull ride gone bad – Wow!

I am good – all is good – we got through it.

This storm did not get me, but it got me. (does that make sense?)

That was one adventure stuck in my mind from this week.

The Lotus

I am not a car guy – I have no interest in cars – classic cars, vintage cars, car races, cars have no foothold in my conscious.


On the highway I hear this sound behind me. A sound that stood out from all the other roaring sounds associated with frantic commutes.

Like a symphony of melodious engine noise – I have never heard anything like it.

Then it passed me or should I say –gently restrained itself to not knock me from my lane as it slid by.

It was red and sleek (I mean sleek like a snake, but not a lame garden snake, a ripped-from-the-jungle-and-angry-about-it snake!)  – a Union Jack decal perfectly splashed across the entire back window – it had the word Lotus —-yeah LOTUS on the back.

I am not a car guy, I did not know —- I am thinking who makes Lotus? – maybe English looking at the flag? Was that David Beckham driving by me? David Beckham would drive something like that.

OK – A car got me – I see the attraction by those of my gender now .

I get it.

Pearl Jam

After these two events – “Black” by Pearl Jam comes on the radio and it sounds great. I am not a fan of the band, merely writing them off as ok, you know, better than Rush,  I never enjoyed a song by them. I think Eddie Vedder had something to do with Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog- great jam that …but Pearl Jam, blahhhhh—no, not now —this song is full of fury and angst – this is great stuff.

I do not wish to know what it is about – You don’t need to know the source of a fire to be warmed by it. We don’t need to know every single friggin’ detail!!!  Music can move you in an abstract way. You place your own emotions on those that are coming at you….it works. I love this song – it got me.

Perfect 7 Iron

I played golf for the first time in a year – I used to love golf. The battle with yourself played over peaceful landscapes and a few friends. It does not get much better. But, I have not been able to play – and worse than that, my mind had revolted against the game to the point that I could not even stomach to watch The British Open – I have walked down the 18th fairway at St Andrews – I love/hate golf!

Then on #17 “Sentinel” as the hole is named – After a weak drive – I hit a “perfect 7 iron”, It flew high and with an authority of trajectory that only a golfer can understand. It made my heart flutter. What makes it special was that I could have taken the safe route and punched a 5 iron around the corner (which, believe me, I would have done 99% of the time) – not now – now we tempt fate and go over the edge of the trees!

Today we drink from the full tankard of the gods or we go thirsty.

Today we live!

It got me.

Unfortunately, I completely botched the hole when on the green, missing a very make-able 3 footer for par, which led to missing a 4 footer for bogey, and tapping in for a pathetic double. (the greens were angry my friend).


It makes me feel good knowing that this is written for me and that only a few brave souls will make it to the end of this long post with no fancy image to captivate.

Cheers from the cave! What a couple days I had!

“But boy do I remember, the strain of her refrain”

If you have been to the cave more than a few times you know my wheelhouse is intelligent alternative rock music…..


This is my favorite line in all of music

And this is one of my favorite songs.

He is simply saying – “That girl could sing” —-but with a perfect amount of humor and restraint.

I am not from the south – but this song allows me to be part of it for a few minutes.

It is an instant all-inclusive experience of a bad night that becomes a tragic comedy.

Shakespeare put to a swampy back beat and dripping with southern eloquence.

I don’t know exactly what that is but I can feel it.

It has a power – I can feel the heat and misery of that black dog in a back yard from the famous book by Harper Lee.

Dogwood is blooming.

Please chicken-fry something up for me!

That is what makes this piece of music transendant.

It takes you somewhere.

It takes you out of yourself and you return a bit happier and a bit more settled.

You have been washed over with a splash of brilliance.

This completes my three-day quote challenge—-Thank you Apple Pie!

Cheers from the cave.

I made one of those “Inspiration Postcards” Forgive me blogworld


Day 2 of the “3 Quote Challenge” and I made a little postcard with a quote I like – I feel cheap for doing it, like I just accidentally watched 20 minutes of a “Twilight” movie and enjoyed it— which I did a couple nights ago – and I am still coming to terms with.

 [ok-we are ready for battle, but let’s talk about the complex personal interactions that led to this point, and then maybe, just maybe will will forget to fight…..oh- that is where it started —–it was her —rip her head off ((head is ripped off in graphic emotional panning detail))] … wait?……what?  What did I just watch that I cannot un-watch, what did I just enjoy, that I cannot go back and un-enjoy?

I need some wisdom.

Crank up the Lao Tzu


Feeling a little Anarchy with my nomination

Thanks to my blogging friend Apple Pie for the nomination


I needed a little kick start to get the cave rumbling. One quote a day for three days – I can do that!

There are no limits to where our brains can take us. We are, if there be a God, God’s gracious creation.

John Lydon

I believe we are “all that” as this quote says – but I respect the “questioning everything” of the punk mentality. Artists don’t always know where it comes from but none hesitate to create with it.

He does wade in some deep waters

I like him because he just steps boldly and gets on with it – that it what it is all about.

This is not everyone’s cup of tea.

But so what

You cannot please everyone.

(Always a bad sign when you have to go to France to get respect)

But whatever

Here he is now:


And we remember fondly the youthful exuberance:

It always warms the heart

I have to go – the kettle is boiling and I need another cuppa


I am still here! And check out The Moth & The Flame.

“We are just tuning you out

We are just tuning you out

We are young and unafraid”

I am busy working on a couple graphic projects that are kicking my ass.

For a couple reasons:

  1. The work must rock.
  2. I have not done design work in a while – so hitting the mark is more difficult.

I am old and afraid –

So this song has inspired me.

We go and go and do not stop. We don’t look back. We don’t berate ourselves. We do our best.

That is my mantra — wait, since there are a few of them, more correctly – those are my mantras.

I have so little time to do any type of writing/graphic/photo stuff, that when I have “non-blog” graphic work to do – there may be no blog.

This does not mean that I do not love all my friends and followers out there.

And by love – I mean that warm-fuzzy-Winnie-the-Pooh-type-blog-love that all us serious bloggers have for our readers.

It is a: all us are connected in a hippie kind of way  – but without the bad hippie habits.

So basically – we stand in a circle (with all our clothes on) and sing together (without the aid of any drugs) –

Sort of: Clean-Hippie-Lite

I like that and don’t worry people-  I will return to regular blogging when I don’t have other work to do.

No—that sounds bad.

I will return to blogging when I have nothing better to do with my time…

No- that still sounds bad.

I mean- I will return to regular posts as soon as I can.

Almost forgot to write about this song – Pixies meet Arcade Fire in a street brawl and the fight is fresh. It bleeds awesome.

Cheers from the cave!

The Gruntled Blogger


The opposite of disgruntled has to be gruntled  (at least, as far as I can tell) – I was thinking of this and trying to make myself gruntled.

Can you just do that?

Sort of like “making yourself” a blogger.

There is no license needed to be gruntled, no test to take, no initiation fee or any period of time when you are on grundle probation. (to see if you have what it takes)

You just do it.

You accept where and what you are and choose to make the best of it.

Like making yourself a blogger – (what, that again?)

Yea! – That again … because in the next couple weeks or so– unless I do something to completely screw it up – I should hit the blogging milestone of 1000 followers.

So I made a chart to show what it feels like to be at this cusp of greatness!


It means that this little minnow of a blog has grown up to be a medium size and completely legal sport fish in this bizarre world.

If you hook into this blog, you can expect a nice little tussle on the end of the line and a good picture to take before you release me back in the water.

So many little minnow blogs never grow up and make it – and that is sad.

Half the blogs that follow me probably don’t exist anymore – and that is sad.

Sad because all you have to do is keep posting until you find your voice.

“What if I don’t have a voice?”

You do, and you will find it if you keep posting.

So thanks for staying with me through all the rants, photos, drawings and not-quite-legal music captures.

It means a ton to hit this milestone even if half of you are already gone.

Come back and try again.

There are no rules saying you can’t – most of us fail miserably the first time – this blog is my second attempt after 6 months with a horrible one and 3 followers.

Thanks for making me a respectable sized fish in this web ocean.

I really do enjoy each like, follow, and comment.

Even if I may appear a tad snarky and disgruntled at times.

My name is Wayne and I am gruntled. [polite applause]

Cheers from the cave.