Month: January 2018

Mastodon Wins a Grammy!

#GRAMMYs #Mastodon So this happened — Mastodon won a Grammy! The metal band’s 2017 magnum opus Emperor of Sand was hands down the best musical release last year for me, and the first song on that album, “Sultan’s Curse”, which was also the first song we heard from the LP, won the Best Metal Performance award. I’m not a watcher of the Grammy’s (and hell, they don’t even include the Best Metal Performance category in the telecast), but I’m extremely happy and proud for the fellas (pictured: Bill Kelliher, Brann Dailor and Troy Sanders — not pictured: Brent Hinds). Advertisements

“What to do if no one reads what you write.” | Shaunta Grimes

Unread. Ignored. Forsaken. That’s something, simply as people, we all fear, no? Specifically, it’s perhaps a writer’s greatest fear? Certainly one of mine. But there is a kind of irony in the event that situation occurs, so said author/writer whisperer Shaunta Grimes some months back . . . “I know how it feels to screw up your nerve and post something in public for the entire world to see — and then realize that the whole world doesn’t really care. They aren’t even paying attention. Before I tell you what to do when no one is reading what you write, I want to share a story with you that I hope will help you understand a hard, rather beautiful truth. If it’s possible for you to write something that no one reads — then no one is paying attention. And there’s real freedom in that idea. Once you realize that no one is paying attention, you can let go of the voice screaming in your head that you better not fuck up, because if you do the whole entire …

Retreat

~ The Morning Muse #12 ~ Note: This was supposed to be posted a few months ago (mid-October to be exact), but for some unknown reason I let it sit longer than intended. And come to think of it, yesterday’s Resolution: Regain and Retain Attention is a great companion piece to this one, actually. As life and the world become increasingly disappointing, an increasingly cynical fella who once was brimming with optimism for the future now wants to retreat and self-indulge even more than he normally does into books and writing and music — Read|Write|Rock. The key word is retreat, though, not escape. It’s more like a strategic mental regrouping of oneself amid the unending battle in the war that is, arguably, the social (and political) decline. As I immerse myself in books, my goal is to attain a better perspective on human psychology, the ever-perplexing human condition and the ways of the world. As I engage in writing, the goal is to not only to unleash the never-ending flow of ideas and stories that …

Welcome to Paradise tomato soup

Originally posted on Jennifer Macaire:
Easy Island Tomato Soup Recipe from Jennifer Macaire Evernight Teen authors are cooking! Today’s recipe is one of Jennifer Macaire’s favorites when she lived in the islands. Be sure to check out Welcome to Paradise which is also based on an island paradise. It’s a great winter break read! Here is a recipe from when I was growing up in the Caribbean. We loved tomato soup, but could never get ripe tomatoes. This recipe uses canned tomatoes instead. This recipe is fast, easy, and inexpensive, and makes a great lunch for the holidays, when you’re tired of cookng, but want something tasty and hot! Easy Island Tomato Soup Ingredients: 1⁄2 cup butter (or four tablespoons olive oil) 1 medium onion, diced 2 (14 1/2 ounce) cans tomatoes (diced or pureed) Half a bullion cube (chicken or veal is good, or vegetable if you want a vegetarian soup) 2 cups fresh orange juice 1⁄2 cup cream or sour cream Sautee onions in butter, in soup pot until transparent. Add canned tomatoes…

Books!!!

So I’ve already burned through the Barnes & Noble gift card the in-laws gave me for X-mas. Excited to finally finish The Drifter (2016), the debut suspense novel by Nick Petrie that I started in the summer of 2016 from the library. Went ahead and grabbed his sophomore effort, Burning Bright (2017) as well.  Also grabbed The Fireman, the 2016 magnum opus by Joe Hill. From the darker side of things is The Dark Net (2017) by Benjamin Percy. And finally, from the YA section of the bookstore, Marissa Meyer’s Renegades (2017) which seems to be a kind of Dystopian teenage superhero epic of 2 books (the second book is expected sometime later this year, I believe). Given all the other books I have checked out from the library (including a lot of nonfiction) and the stack of unread comic books and graphic novels, I’d say my bookworm menu for 2018 is quite robust.

Resolution: Regain and Retain Attention

~ Lifebook #19 ~ Like many, I consume a lot of media. Be it social media, websites, research, daily & weekly podcasts, television, music, books and comic books — altogether it’s too much. Something’s got to give because I need my own damn attention back. I need my focus. I need to make a change, like pronto. Of course it won’t be books and certainly not music that I eliminate. However, I’ve already cut back on my weekly/monthly comic book/graphic novel reading. Over the recent years my television consumption has increased quite a bit because we are in a new golden age of television after all (although I’m still under the national average, at only 2-3 hours per day). Yet, still it’s too much. I could probably cut back on a few podcasts, but really those lovely things get me through my workday while I do very repetitive and monotonous work at the Day Job. That means the obvious place to make a drastic change in consumption (read: time suckage) is in social media and, …

2018: What Will Be, Will Be

~ Lifebook #18 ~ So I exited 2017/entered 2018 in a rather foul mood and before turning in for the evening (which was not long after midnight because apparently I’m an old man), I wrote this rather sour New Year’s Resolution. Usually I go into a New Year with a positive outlook and attitude. I go in with a plan and mindset to do new things, better things and simply be better at everyday life. Well, this year I’m not doing that. For 2018 I’m going into it with a negative attitude for once. I’m embracing a certain realistic cynicism where usually there’s an idealistic optimism. In its place is a fatalistic realism? I’m done trying to make things be what they should be — or what I believe they should be. I’m done trying to make things right that don’t want to be right. The one exception might be my heath. I’ll do what I can (as a diabetic) to make that better, I suppose. But everything else? What will be, will be. Or …