tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31747772010-08-31T23:35:52.882-05:00"I am an Unlimited Person, living in a sadly Limited World" - LavendisJefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511jefe@cloudwrangler.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-58170091636006596182010-06-02T18:28:00.008-05:002010-06-03T10:09:19.903-05:00

or,How and Why my English teachers and professors are gonna kill me when they see the footnotes.So, the last few posts were about physically getting here, and that’s happened and it’s wonderful. I’ve been adjusting to being a step-father, and trying to adjust to being a writer again, and I gotta tell ya, the former is INCREDIBLY easy AND exhausting at the same time, and the latter is supremely

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or,Sipping red wine, Driving winding roads, and trying not to bit each others heads off.Well, I made it folks, as many of you already know (don't tell the DMV, I haven't gotten a new driver's license yet) and it was quite an ordeal. SO far the most regularly asked question I have answered is, "How was the trip?", further evidence that no one is reading my drivel. However, it's helpful to me to

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or,How I learned to stop watching TV and love a dog.Day Four of The Great Adventure, I gotta tell ya, started off a little rough. Having spent the night on a couch who’s cushions insisted on running away from me during the night, I woke grumpy and slightly hung-over. This was in now way due to the graciousness of my host, as Dexter was great about Kevin and I crashing at his place, but more to

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or,Life is Who you make of it.So, Two days have past this far on The Great Adventure, and so far, I am still in Texas. I spent Tuesday with my father, who's health is still failing. Dad , of course, will never let you know this. He can barely walk, he's on oxygen 24 hours a day, and I am pretty sure he is in much more pain from the cancer than he is letting on. Still, when you ask him how

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orin some ways, stayin' the same.So, as many of you know (both of you who still read this, thanks Mom and Carla), I have started The Great Adventure. I am, after 10 years in Paradise, moving from Austin to San Francisco to at last be with Carla and her girls, and I am happy beyond measure. The Great Adventure was preceded, as was necessary, by The Great Purge, which largely consisted of selling,

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Or, just a good chili recipe.A long time ago, one of my very first bar regulars used to make me chili. It was de-frickin-licious, but he would never share the recipe with me. Wild Bill was a bit of a card, and what might be called a West Texas Renaissance Man. He played bass in the Lubbock Symphony Orchestra, and also worked selling tires and the sometimes at the drive thru beer lanes at Docs

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or,How I learned to stop worrying and hit the penalty box all over again.The last few months have been yet another time of conspicuous absence here at the 'Wrangler, and for that, Lonely Reader, I can only offer the same sad and ultimately worthless apology. As I have said before, I'm a poor wordsmith in the best of times, and a lazy one the rest of the times, and times, while they are a-changin

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or, as they say in AA, Fake it 'till you Make it.I'm not writing much of my own stuff lately, but I feel the urge building. As usual, it makes me want to read more, like stretching before you exercise. And recently, in a space where I spout off my opinions, as do others, a friend put forth this interesting little game:"Okay so I found this somewhere else and brought it here, sue me.*Rules:*

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to quite a run.Only Texas Tech could so drastically assert themselves, and then flush it all down the shitter so forcefully. The only way to absolutely, positively prove to the national media that we were fodder, that same media that was chomping at the bit to eat us for lunch, was to flub the Oklahoma game like pre-schoolers. So, that's exactly what we did. Instead of blowing a riduculous

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Or, ¡Yo Voté!The only I voted stickers that had at my polling place were in Spanish, but that's cool. I speak a very tiny little bit of Spanish. More importantly, I voted today, and so should you. No one should think their vote doesn't count, that simply isn't true. Your voice is important, all of our voices matter, and it is your obligation as a citizen of this country to speak up. This

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or,Say what you will, but these clouds don't wrangle themselves.I don't like to start with the negative, but I am sick and bloody tired of people, lots of different people, who do not understand or respect what they are putting into the digital world. So, I am going to say some things about MY digital self.THIS IS CLOUDWRANGLER.It is me, in it's own 1's and 0's kind of way. It's skewed,

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Or maybe just the repetition of old patterns.I wasn't expecting to be this wrapped up in loneliness, but I have been, for days now. I've never been very good at being kept at arms length by people that I care about, and I often react rather badly to it. I can wield the club of wounded feelings with a heavy hand, as some of you can no doubt attest, and I really am trying to break myself of it.

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or, How I learned to stop dreaming and just get out of bed to pee.For as long as I can remember, I have had difficulty upon rousing from sleep in recalling my dreams. The images that come to my unconscious mind in the dark stretches of the night are often incongruous meandering adventures that are very fresh in the first few milliseconds of the new day, but while that perception might remain,

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I've been listening to one of my favorite band's new tracks, in anticipation of their new album. It's making me dream things I would not have expected, and remember those dreams vividly, which is a rare thing for me. It still strikes me how much it makes me think of the people in my life that are also connected to that band, even though this is completely new material. Certain intense moments

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Or, What do I say, and What do I leave out?Well, Gracious Reader, I’m home in Dallas on something I never thought I would take. Not Peyote buttons, but almost as unlikely. A business trip. Me. It’s a pretty weird feeling, though it’s slightly different a normal business trip, if there is such a thing. I drove my own car, for one thing, as it is also a delivery. Anyway, none of that really

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Or, possibly the most self serving tribute ever written.So for a long time, I was writing a comedy screenplay about two best friends. These guys were loveable losers who worked in a video store and were extreme movie dorks. The video store was the kind of place that all movie nerds love, loaded with funky special feature sections, a great directors wall, every indie film ever made, and plenty

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As usual, at some point during any given day, I have a conversation with someone about the millions of folks who seem to need to invade our fair city. I told many many people that got infected with SXSars that we Austinites were immune to it, and in fact intentionally spreading it to keep the Californians from wanting to move here. Then today, I had the conversation again, over a morning chat

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1,2 ... 1,2 ... Alan Soresby, Alan Soresby ... is this thing on?Here's where Alan would yell, "WHAT!!?!?!!"... and we'd all laugh.Looks like I finally got the issues with the 'Wrangler sorted out. I should be ashamed for not being a very good geek, but I tried to swap the hosting and I screwed up the whole thing. As I might have mentioned long ago, I know SQUAT about web design and code and

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I have seen Van Gogh's Sunflowers right up close, and the paint is so think and lush and wonderful you want to lick it. I have seen Monet's water lilies in exactly the same way, close enough to touch. I have seen Rembrandt's and Pollock's, and they are dazzling and spectacular. I've stood on the beach and looked at the deep swelling gray of the Pacific Ocean in the morning light, endlessly

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I once consumed a small quantity of liquid oxygen, which, until I actually saw it, I didn't believe existed. It's used in jet planes, though for what I can not tell you. I only know that it doesn't stay liquid naturally, and that you have to consume it almost instantly before it evaporates. It is ungodly cold, and you don't so much drink it as breath it in all at once. It is the coldest

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I met a lovely young women lately who got me to thinking about kites. She was cutting my hair, and we were making the small talk that a barber and her client make. She’d probably rather I called her a stylist, I’m sure, but the words get stuck, sometimes. Then again, from our short conversation, I got the impression that she’d be OK with whatever term I used. She was talking to me about

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The first things we all know in life are blankets. Infants are wrapped in a blanket before even being wrapped in their mother’s arms. Men have been making them from animal skins since they first climbed down from the trees and felt the bitter chill of winter. They are such a part of human existence and human experience that we often neglect them, take them for granted. Others are fussed over,

Jefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511jefe@cloudwrangler.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-58734873760770886762008-02-01T08:10:00.001-06:002008-02-02T09:56:07.486-06:00

I made a handful of New Year's Resolutions this year, and thus far, as of Feb.1, I am sticking to them, all of them. One of the big ones was something I have been saying I needed to do for a long time, start getting some exercise. I have always been bone skinny, thanks to the super high metabolism I inherited from my father. OR SO I THOUGHT! Now that Dad's stopped smoking, he's getting down right

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It's been a tough weekend, but overall a better one. Anything beats wallowing in my own regret and shame, like I did all last weekend and most of last week. Keeping it light has been the goal, do simple, enjoyable things, and try not to dwell. A good friend recently told me "You have to try to do the best you can with the things you can control, and not worry about the others." Not easy

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There must be some, somewhere. After work tonight, I went to grab a beer with a coworker, after we finished on a job site. We went to the closest restaurant, and grabbed two cold ones. Twin Peaks, Hooters for camping. It was freakin' awful. I was so embarrassed, for myself, for the girls scantily clad and looking uncomfortable. I never wanted to slink under the table and die so much in my

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