Anyone want to know what I did for Easter? To celebrate the resurrection of Christ, I mowed the yard. Well, the back yard, anyway.

Does anyone drink blue martinis anymore? I really think not.

I've been thinking about my contribution. (Apprently, I am not the only one ). How relevant is what I am doing, right now? I was thinking it as I walked back to my truck after my day shift at work. I was going over in my head some of the things my boss has accomplished, like starting as a piano player in a club and owning it in less than two years. Like the fact that he has done so now for twelve years, and this seems to be his "life's work". Like the fact that I am putting a lot of time in lately helping him with his life's work, and wondering about how dedicated to my own I have been lately. That's when something important hit me. It hurt. (just kidding)

What hit me was the way I was using the term in my own mental conversation. I was, in fact, talking to myself. I do that regularly, often out loud and in public. It's the sign of a creative and inteligent mind being too closed up and struggling to get out. That, or a lack of proper medication.
However, I digress.
I was using the term "Life's work". Everyone has been talking about their job lately, or their lack thereof. Mine is slowly but surely consuming more of my time, and this site, as well as my other creative endeavors, have been on hold for about a week. Well, NO LONGER! I am posting everyday, from now on, in at least one section of this site. I will start seeing films again! I will write reviews! I will put my own art into the world, one way or the other. Remember, people, its not about what you do for spending cabbage, it's how you leave your stamp on others and the collective that counts.

It's about the contribution.

It has been said that clothes make the man. Is it true? I'm not sure. I don't think mine make me, I think they reflect me. I get compliments from time to time. I am self-conscious from time to time. I consult with my friend Amy who is a fashion design major at UT form time to time. I read GQ and Esquire and Details, but don't follow them like the Bible or anything. After all that, I can say only one thing for sure about clothes.

It's all about the shoes.

This all ties into a very important key to happiness. In my many years of wandering and study, I have learned a pretty useful lesson. The Tao of Jefe, Simple Things Ensure Happiness. Dr. Pepper. Music. Pez. Lately I have a new one.

Shoes. (I am such a chick.)

They are really cool though. I bought two pairs of Italian bowling shoes recently, one black pair, one brown, and they are like size 91/2 happiness gear. I've been walking on air, no pun intended, ever since. There have been a lot of things in my life lately going the right way, mind you, and it's not like I was walking around under a cloud. The shoes just made it a little better, and that's what it's all about really. Simple things.

Like shoes.