tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13359174512248048202024-03-21T13:34:08.756-07:00y'all can't all be wrongTQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-73546445210761885192023-05-26T19:40:00.006-07:002023-05-29T12:26:31.559-07:00Mental Health Awareness Month → Blah, Blah, Blah<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> Eddie Murphy couldn't write a bigger joke. First of all, unless you have a pathogen in your brain, or cancer, aneurysm, etc., it ain't illness, it was just bad programming or it's just the way you are and you just happen to bother the rest of the people around you. Fuck 'em all, <a href="https://tidal.com/browse/track/219775193" target="_blank">yeah I said "fuck"</a> -- it's just a fucking word, it don't mean shit unless you let it mean shit, but then <i>fuck</i> would mean <i>shit</i> and you'd cause confusion everywhere. Second, the people who can actually bring more equanimity to the world, the ones with the power, aren't really interested in doing so. Just keep the people one or two steps away from revolting and all will be well on your yacht, otherwise, likely no yacht. Lastly, your supposed "mental health" can and will be used against you. When we start weaponizing health (and as we currently do, cigarette smokers and health insurance, hello!) -- so, worth repeating, when we start weaponizing health, it's all over. Sure, if you are rich, go tell your sob story of whatever ailments you have, grab some sympathy and marketing clicks, but if you are poor or in the <a href="https://www.forbes.com/sites/eriksherman/2023/04/27/our-national-problem-of-inequality-is-more-the-terror-of-precarity/" target="_blank">class of precarity</a>, it's your own economic suicide to do anything but show everyone else that you have zero fucking vulnerabilities. And, while we are at it, can the corporate world stop weaponizing "empathy" -- that word doesn't belong to y'all, you don't need it anyway. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p>
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<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/166790248?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-89748213917976688512022-04-26T23:09:00.000-07:002022-04-26T23:09:40.675-07:00If You Only Focus On Defending Against The Devil, Then It Will Likely Be God Who Takes You Down<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">If you never knew what you needed to know way back when, can you ever fault yourself? Stuff gets uninvitedly programmed for you long ago and then you get to spend a lifetime fighting stuff you can't even see. It's either pure luck or divine spirituality if the curtain gets pulled back enough for you to reach back and give the middle finger to past haunts. Even then, even if you get that miraculous chance, you still are likely to run into ego and hubris -- grasping, wants, and striving. Peace ✌️ and love ❤️, together, they make for a great salutation but if they can truly fill your heart, especially fill your heart in the moment, they complete the universal circle ∞ </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">and the relentless torment of grasping is obliterated. Just know the ego's suspiciousness</span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> around all of this pretends to be its own god and its voice is loud. Really loud.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/78920452?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-17568374948859144582021-06-05T13:55:00.001-07:002021-06-05T13:58:23.661-07:00Grace At The Bottom Is Beautiful Stuff<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Scorched earth, you look up, you look anywhere, dust rising, doubt everywhere. There's a mirror that ironically shows the horizon and you can build anything on a blank canvas. It's <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2019/05/reductio-ad-absurdum.html" target="_blank">abyss staring</a> in ways that could never have been previously imagined, it's living life <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/4107637-an-enlightened-man-had-but-one-duty--to-seek-the-way" target="_blank">wholly and resolutely</a> (and somewhere Hesse smiles). And I was so wrong about <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2019/05/reductio-ad-absurdum.html" target="_blank"><i>stoning</i> the abyss</a>, -- it was <i>sitting</i> and <i>staying</i> with the abyss. Accepting, turning towards. But fuck me it ain't pleasant, stoning equals bravado, staying equals owning. Let the hurricane do its thing. I sit cross-legged on the floor, opening my hands to god. I don't know what's next, I'm scared, I accept, one foot in front of another, a new horizon. Grace to all, grace to me.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></div><blockquote><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>We must own and work with “our real shit” including the cleverly hidden stuff—the white lies, defensiveness, sanctimoniousness, and all those conceits that we pretend are invisible to others.<br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>As mild as some of these may appear, at their core is the belief that our needs are more important than those of others. Arrogance, hubris, defensiveness, bravado, fear, timidity, aggression—all of these are made possible when we believe how things work out for us is primary and how things work out for others is secondary. We don’t see these subtle ploys because they are so easily cloaked by the drama of the moment. They are cloaked by all the emotional juice that comes with being defensive; they are cloaked by the scheming and strategizing that comes along with justification; they are cloaked by the fear of failure that drives us to blame others.</i></span></div></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family: helvetica;">• Kent Alan Anderson, <a href="https://alankentanderson.com/book" target="_blank">When Bad Lands: How Not to Numb Out, Freak Out, or Bottom Out – Buddhist Style</a> </span></blockquote><p> </p><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></div>
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<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/6698487?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-79986985293376291812021-01-25T22:42:00.005-08:002021-01-26T23:29:34.067-08:00One Year Ago, The Dark Night Of My Soul<span style="font-family: helvetica;">Alternative title: Takers Take What They Want And You Don't Get To Fight It -- Sit Down And Shut Up Johnny. </span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I went to a funeral, to my cousin's husband's funeral. I had to miss my daughter's 14th sleepover birthday party but I was mostly OK with it because I celebrated with her on her actual birthday -- dinner, presents, and cake -- and -- being there at the beginning of life <i>and</i> at the end of life superficially seems to have significance. I took two books with me on my trip: Hesse's <i>The Journey to the East</i> and </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Thích Nhất Hạnh's <i>Our Appointment with Life: Discourse on Living Happily in the Present Moment. </i>Although I flew first class, the rest of my trip was centered around walking and public transport and being in the moment as much as possible. I was seeking something different, a new awakening, a greater spirituality. But, as flying first class might allude to, I only wanted spirituality in a rock star, look at me I'm holy and great arrogant manner. To the north, about 853 miles to the north of Cupertino, god planted a nefarious force in my life. A <i>taker</i>! Someone who most definitely did not have my girls' best interest in mind and although I'm no stranger to nefarious forces, this one is strong. I may not win. Now, there aren't winners in this sort of spiritual struggle, but I am patient. And, perhaps the forevermore duality of good </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">versus</span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> evil, light versus dark doesn't end in the way George Lucas would like us all to believe, but takers aren't patient, they can't see context, and they most certainly don't understand the <a href="https://www.planetary.org/worlds/pale-blue-dot">Pale Blue Dot</a>. They get to the end of their selfish orgasm and toss the collateral detritus away, like a crumpled Doritos bag tumbleweeding down Interstate 5. The only game of the taker is to take and they are generally just nuisances -- until they infiltrate and impact your tribe. Fortunately, patience has never lost against a Doritos bag, so there's much more than hope. There are new avenues, more so, a new <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stillaguamish_River">river</a> to navigate, one that's always been there and yet never too far away (maybe the steelhead are biting too?). And the arrogance of my journey morphed into a a <a href="https://alankentanderson.com/book">new book</a> via my <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/07/bff.html">BFF!</a> and when you lose everything you suffer humility and humility is the true hammer of the gods, the ambrosia for the Midwestern dolts like me. Rock on for now and evermore, <a href="https://tidal.com/browse/track/132831584">here comes a hurricane</a>! Don't believe me? Just rewind six months to the day folks, I had <i><b>nothing</b></i> on that day, just two dollars and a <a href="https://tidal.com/browse/track/77630366">Tom Petty song</a> -- motherfuck <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/07/gotta-post-quickly-before-chariot-turns.html">that slipper's gonna fit</a>!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><div><br /></div>
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Meat Loaf was satisfied with 2 out of 3, but that's a pretty fucking high bar. I really only want <i>warm</i> but it's been elusive my whole life. God found it funny to drop me in Sheboygan and I made the most of it by starting a Johnsonville habit. I make the most of everything, you can think your way out of anything with a pedestrian pair of headphones and some old 70s rock tapes -- doesn't matter the situation. I put everything I have on the line and someday I will be warm, probably just not today.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p>
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TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-73685442157782844232020-11-19T22:54:00.001-08:002020-11-21T14:22:53.202-08:00Gotta Wonder Sometimes, If You Keep Digging For Grace, At The Bottom, Is There A Giant Box Of Irony?<span style="font-family: helvetica;">Words.</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Concepts.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Truth.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Strive.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Honesty.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Doubt.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Effort.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Keep going with the list above, you've got your own terms and you know you want to add a few. You can make each one a knot on an infinitely long (Gordian) knot ladder and climb it, or swing on it (my preference), and shit, maybe even one of those knots comes up sevens for you. "<u>I don't know.</u>" In the last 5+ years I realize that I say this phrase like every fucking paragraph when I am having a conversation with someone. The irony is, even if I know or even if I don't know, I seem to prefix it or suffix it with "I don't know." But <i>what </i>do we know? What do <i>you</i> know? If we all knew, we'd either be a saint, luminary, billionaire, or something at least more than we are, and instead, we all buy books to find the guide to make us something <i>more</i> than we are. My thought for tonight was that all the fucking saints died in a sad, depressed, and miserable state, and here we are all are, chasing their supposed canonical BS and really -- likely all that they had to say was some sort contemporary meme that survived history in some ridicu-miraculous way (or was bankrolled or financed by someone who had a a vested, but non-humanitarian, interest). I don't know, you know? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">You're on the thrill of the chase and I am cowered deep in the bushes, frozen, because freezing is a skill. You're making yourself the talk of town, the most illustrious of the illustrious conquerers, but when you miss shit, that -- in and of itself -- is a very unwritten story. Perhaps that story never gets written, I'm guessing it never does, but "shit never found" doesn't surrender its allure just as well.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/3146739?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-31148056564900430662020-11-18T01:03:00.000-08:002020-11-18T01:03:01.466-08:00The Box In The Hall Is Gone<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When I was a child (<strike>I thought as a child</strike> no no no no!!), I was sad and reluctant to use things that required batteries because I knew the batteries would run out of energy and that I couldn't afford to get new ones. Same with magic markers, soon they'd run out of <i>magic</i> and then they couldn't be used to make fanciful pictures with loop de loops to a better place, real or imaginary (in some childhoods it really fucking doesn't matter).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Stream of consciousness prose (from last year) 🤢:</span></p><div data-en-clipboard="true" data-pm-slice="1 1 []"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></div><blockquote><div data-en-clipboard="true" data-pm-slice="1 1 []"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The Whiskey Buddha:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Sometimes you drink the bitterness to make the sweet taste better,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There’s no BS in my blood. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There’s unrelenting light </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There’s the arc of a madman </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There’s the edge of the moment </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As only the moment knows. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There’s blistering demand </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To the Demian path</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To the things that shatter comfort</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And ring the silenced bells </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There’s no <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YptNR7uq7s" target="_blank">pageant with a permit</a>,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">My sandwich board don’t have no neon lights. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There’s demand</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There’s demand</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There’s demand</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To take the pain for the gold,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To paint pictures with loops and curls,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To admonish the mirror, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To the appointment with the stone.</span></div></blockquote><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Deliberate prose 🤮-- written for my beautiful cat who never wanted to let go -- better to have known (than not at all) for absolute sure. Carry on: strength, <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/07/resilience-knock-me-down.html" target="_blank">perseverance, </a></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/07/resilience-knock-me-down.html" target="_blank">resilience</a>, <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/07/bff.html">adaptability</a>!!! </span></div><div><div data-en-clipboard="true" data-pm-slice="1 1 []"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></div></div><blockquote><div><div data-en-clipboard="true" data-pm-slice="1 1 []"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The box in the hall is gone,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">It's tangled in the earth.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And the price that it takes to love,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Is set by the cost of the hurt.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">You followed the road to yourself,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To its appointed end,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">You never looked back</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To the things that might have been.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The light from nothing</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Is always there when you're down.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And your light from nothing will be here</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When you're gone.</span></div></div></blockquote><p> </p>
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TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-50358187321392492992020-09-01T23:49:00.005-07:002020-09-02T10:42:39.118-07:00Sparkly-Rainbow Was My Daughter's Favorite Color For About Five Years<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sparkly-Rainbow</span>, I get it now, all the colors jammed into one, but that's not enough so you gotta add sparkles to it. Which, inside joke to my non-readers, I still <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-other-side-of-sparklers.html" target="_blank">keep promising</a> that I am going to write about spark<i>lers</i> and don't do it. Today at least, we got as close as spark<span style="font-style: italic;">ly</span> and that's going to have to suffice. Sparkly-rainbow represents my emotional state for the past month, all the feelings jammed into one and then add sparkles, 'cause shit, once you are on the roller coaster, make it higher, make it lower, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLfz5i3rwlY" target="_blank">put the cars on backward</a>, let's go. This isn't a bad thing. Well, it is if you are trying to go all Fortune-500 and hide from vulnerabilities and make some sort of impression that can be indelibly printed on a CV. I don't know, we have all these societal ills that could simply solved by real, deep dialogue but then when someone genuinely opens his/her mouth everyone else in the room freaks out and points the collective finger of shame. Everyone is just trying to figure it out, are we not able to give everyone her/his/their grace? And, while I can see the upside to social media, I think social media has really buried truth so far into the ground, it's never coming back. Everything's got to be perfect for now and evermore. Marketing was genius 1950 - 2000 and now marketing is just an insidious presence that no one has any grip on. Ouch! I need to catch myself. This whole post was supposed to be about how old school <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20060522064331/http://tqed.com/archives/cat_faves.jsp" target="_blank">y'all can't all be wrong</a></span> was an unfortunate arrogant take about falling into depression and how new school <span style="font-style: italic;">y'all can't all be wrong</span> is a transcendence of that state of mind -- and, it generally has been, but then that first "paragraph" just happened. Maybe the new blog version is just <span style="font-style: italic;">sparkly-rainbow</span>, a preschooler's definition of karma. <br /><br />I can find joy in that today is September 1st, which could be <span style="font-style: italic;">just</span> a day or could be any date. Or, I can attach meaning to it. It's up to me, and that's the point. Gotta find joy in your environment because when you do, your environment finds joy in you. </span></p><!--?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?-->
<div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I wrote while listening to many songs tonight, likely <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> of them (and add sparkles) -- so while the non-marketing decision would have been to choose David Bowie's <span style="font-style: italic;">Let's Dance,</span> I'm going with the varnish of marketing tonight, sap and 70s beer commercial all in one, and hey, Fee Waybill, so it can't be all that bad! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div>
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</p><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">OK, enough of that ^, don't have enough time today to solve the world's problems, but, yeah, Cheap Trick and their first album, there are no hits but in aggregate it's bliss, it's Midwestern joy at its best, it's a bottle of feel good that you can pour at any moment, and maybe in the 40 minutes it takes to listen to the whole thing, you can forget about polarization and think more about the back of that pickup truck. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/albums/49414684?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-29620789078872241502020-08-14T10:08:00.004-07:002020-08-15T15:35:12.378-07:00The Original Title Of This Post Was "Freedom At Point Zero" But No, Delays, Always Delays! Why Delays?<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Well, I wrote the "Hillary Wins!" narrative and then Trump fucking won the election. Then what to do? Only so many bottles of rosé that you can consume and that's just a path to emptiness; empty bottle, empty soul and I want neither of those things. I wanna listen to the Steller’s* jays tell me their stories on a river's edge because maybe someday I'll get a 'C' or a 'V' in my title but the only fulfillment I need is a great piece of music, an awesome stereo, and well, maybe just <span style="font-style: italic;">me alone</span>, but a coterie of music freaks, intellectual junkies, and spirits who can dance with words, I want them in my heart too. Writing exhausted again because I like writing exhausted, I like metal on metal. If you are looking for liberation, try all 4 parts of Lou Reed's <span style="font-style: italic;">Metal Machine Music</span> on repeat, then get back to me and we will compare notes (I may be writing to <span style="font-style: italic;">Metal Machine Music</span> right now). Truthfully, just bail out of <span style="font-style: italic;">Metal Machine Music</span>, it's bad advice and it will lead to nothing good. <i>Freedom at point zero</i> is never far away, live your life in truth and with integrity, maybe pick up some Hesse influence along the way, and always fight the good fight because a clear conscience is requisite for transformation and transcendence. Sure, grab a six pack of Pabst (every now and then), put on Lou Reed's <span style="font-style: italic;">Rock 'n' Roll Animal, </span>and grab a hold of stuff when's it right in front of you, because, you know, and I will just say it, when it gets too far away, it's too far away. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNZCsAaNkSI" target="_blank">Rock on Milwaukee</a> (and any other city that you may reside in!)</span></p><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*It's very messed up that a bird name has an apostrophe in it -- how do you even fucking deal with the scenario when a Steller's jay possesses something? Seriously, I may get a 'C' in my title but that just makes me want to quit. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/43719973?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-17000894724305601702020-08-09T23:17:00.002-07:002020-08-10T21:47:01.069-07:00Grace<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Grace</i> is the greatest word ever invented. I learned the word, likely in my Catholic days, but like everything religion, I was just praying to god that we could skip the 2nd and 4th verses and just get home to watch football. Some families say it before dinner too, but I never really thought about what it means. It's like the word <i>sudden</i>, everyone says it, and everyone is fucking convinced that you cannot talk about <i>part</i> of a sudden, but no one really knows what <i>sudden</i> means. I currently have grace metaphorically wrapped around my left wrist in the form of a silver metal bracelet that my sister gave to me when I was in high school. The bracelet is a constant reminder that I've come a long way. I used to never take it off and then hubris said it's OK not to wear it and not wearing it led to sameness and catastrophe. I don't think I'll ever take it off now. People say don't be superstitious and/or believe in the small things that seem to point to fate -- and then you don't wear your lucky socks and then your sports team loses the big game and then you know it -- it was <i>your</i> fault! I'm going to wear my bracelet <b>and</b> my lucky socks!<br />Grace is hard, grace is like all the hard words: love, hate, anger, elation, betrayal, guilt, they're all easy when you are smoking your cigar, rejoicing on your front porch, drinking espresso and reviewing your brokerage accounts gains from the last decade. So easy to talk about those words when you are removed from them. There should be a law that you are not allowed to expound about grace unless you've been flattened and are in the middle of something where giving grace is the very last fucking thing you'd ever want to do. Someone said that "life <i>sucks</i> and then you die" but it's really "life's <i>tough</i> and then you die." I'm so utterly fascinated and challenged by grace because in some sense you can only learn grace by suffering and empathy and who really signs up for those things anymore? I also have no idea if I can even succeed. (I know I write cryptically, just protecting the innocent, but, god, tonight, I would so ❤️to name all the names). And, not once, but twice in my life I traded a million+ dollars for wisdom, so there's that and that's painful (and who does that?) and I don't even know if I can survive that. But, with grace, it's starts with yourself and you can inwardly examine and love and hurt and cry and then when you survive that, then you can direct it outward, and you're gonna get hurt, likely not permanently, but it will happen -- and, if you transcend, then you will know what it really means to give grace.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/35708648?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-18426829071662383352020-08-03T21:06:00.000-07:002020-08-03T21:06:45.942-07:00The Other Side Of Sparklers<div><font face="helvetica">I keep promising writing about sparklers and maybe it's just bait and switch? But it's necessary to consider the <i>other side</i> of sparklers, 'cause you learn something when you go through turnstiles enough. Temper the highs, boost the lows. Got a lesson today from the book I mentioned in my <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/08/just-gonna-have-to-admit-exhaustion.html" target="_blank">previous post</a>: </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><blockquote>"how much <i>more</i> questionable is the accuracy of our thoughts <i>when bad lands </i>and we are breaking apart? How rooted in reality are our thoughts when we are in emotional upheaval, our stress levels are high, we are traumatized, or we are struggling with PTSD? When we get hijacked by the amygdala and we are deep in fight-or-flight mode, we will say or do almost anything to save ourselves."</blockquote></font></div><div><div><font face="helvetica">For context the quote is in a chapter where the theme is "not believing everything you think" -- so when the spark hits in darkness, what to do with it? It was dark and now the spark hints at direction and you want to chase it. Is chasing it <i>saying or doing almost anything to save yourself</i>? Not chasing it doesn't seem correct either. I guess I can just think both thoughts (chase/don't chase) and then I can choose which of those thoughts I don't want to believe! That's how we would do it in the Midwest -- you just kind of keep tweaking the wheel until it lines up with the sentiment you are comfortable with. Ha, sure, that's funny, but it's the control boat again, who is really steering it? Nobody seems to want to answer that question (and I need to write about this soon!). </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">One thing is certain for me tonight, if sparklers had a song, it would be this:</font></div></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/19327284?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-21477805569626127472020-08-01T23:31:00.002-07:002020-08-02T08:04:49.394-07:00Just Gonna Have To Admit Exhaustion<div><font face="helvetica">I know I <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/07/i-used-to-have-courage-to-write-two.html" target="_blank">promised sparklers</a> and I will deliver, but writing about sparklers requires energy that I don't have tonight. I put a lot on the line today, spiritually, emotionally, and physically. Got a great workout in under the hot sun. Had I become a rock star, I would have played all my gigs shirtless in the blazing sun (here's looking at you <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Collen" target="_blank">Phil Collen</a> -- cannot believe I just referenced Phil Collen). For me, the sun only gives and I lost my stuff during the 2017 eclipse. I will forever chase them. Maybe I only get energy when I exhaust myself? But exhaustion is not defeat and if anything a single spark in the sparklers I've promised burned more brightly this afternoon, perhaps even danced. I'm not sure, but like the good Wisconsin kid I am, I'm drinking <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A.J._Canfield_Company#/media/File:50_50_Soda_Bottle_2013-04-08_20-38.jpg" target="_blank">50/50 soda</a> under the ascetical sun during my ascetical summer (2020 style) and I can now return to my co-studies with my <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/07/bff.html" target="_blank">BFF</a> in the book that we are jointly reading: <i>When Bad Lands</i> -- pulling things back to a personal lens, to something I can own and forget about narratives beyond my control. From the book:</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i><blockquote>I engineered this hurricane of self-deception. I designed it. I was lost, and without any planning, I steered myself into a dead-end that forced me to choose to either be a coward or to wake up.</blockquote></i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">I don't know what my point is, other than to say that I am truly exhausted and yet also <i>waking up</i> -- but also that today was off the charts in the energy plane and I guess you gotta pay attention to that? Because what else is there? I mean, machine learning and statistical analysis can take you a long way there, but only sensing gets you beyond the door.</font></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-27581841625280994672020-07-28T23:28:00.003-07:002020-07-29T22:09:05.644-07:00I Used To Have The Courage To Write Two-Line Posts<font face="helvetica">And now I don't, but the next post will be about sparklers so it will all be worth it (even without sparklers, but, I promise sparklers and more than two lines, so, ha!).</font>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-59521242371810156302020-07-25T23:51:00.001-07:002020-07-25T23:51:16.159-07:00Gotta Post Quickly Before The Chariot Turns Back Into A Pumpkin<div><font face="helvetica">Awesome moonset tonight and then I looked at the clock and realized it's been exactly six months since the start of my </font><span style="font-family: helvetica;">dark night of the soul. I'm guessing the moonset is the semaphore of change. Dark nights apparently start benignly, long before catastrophe really strikes. You'll know it when you look back but you'll never know it in the moment. Mine was about Zen books and walking everywhere and reconnecting to me. Then I looked at lemons in a tree, heard the hummingbirds overhead and looked down at my glass of wine from a post-funeral reception. There was a cool reflection in the wine glass and I shot it with my iPhone. That was the beginning and I was innocent in the moment, as I have always been. You can vomit on your dark nights but I realize that mine will lead me to greater heights and it all starts in about 15 minutes and you'd better believe that the slipper's gonna fit. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">RIP Peter Green</span></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/97949764?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-33853603915575909722020-07-24T23:14:00.000-07:002020-07-24T23:14:49.399-07:00BFF!<div><font face="helvetica">The coolest thing that has ever been said to me was by my best high school friend -- and, perhaps I wasn't <i>her</i> best friend, but I'm willing to admit my vulnerabilities. I <i>want</i> to admit my vulnerabilities. On the back of her senior picture to me, she wrote:</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><blockquote>"...don't change (too much)"</blockquote></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">And that stuck with me. The necessary canonical part of me that jammed energy into the world, that rocked other worlds up and down. Holy shit, really? <i>don't change</i>? I'd never considered the impact of me upon my environment. It's important to note here that this was a platonic relationship and the lack of other motives strengthens the impact and genuineness of her quote. To that end, she's someone that to this day, I can surf on into her house (like I did a few nights ago) and talk deeply and introspectively and there is trust and respect and loyalty, AND, her husband (thanks B!) trusts the situation. I mean, how fucking cool is that? And, I have done the work, put the energy into this where my trust is honored and respected. Namaste! </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i>Too much</i></font></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Those two words of her quote are playful but also a caveat because of course we <i>must</i> change and I have. She gave me a new word this week, <i>adaptability</i> -- something that I know about but haven't considered too much, and, not that I haven't adapted, I just haven't pondered it. It's time. It's also painful, but it's time. Someone told me just yesterday that you cannot transcend until you have confronted grief directly and compassionately, with grace and acknowledgment. And hah, I definitely haven't been there, but, here I am, with open arms, navigating the darkest waters, turning things loose that need to be turned loose and looking to the horizon, perhaps Kerouac style, but more likely and more accurately Pirsig style (fuck that was a long sentence!). Pirsig bled in his book and, then, THEN!, he lost his son. That's grief and I surely don't know what grief is! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><font face="helvetica">This ↓ BTW, is the worst album cover of all time, but, it's an amazing song. Namaste!</font></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/37563652?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-72014285202622349312020-07-21T22:22:00.001-07:002020-07-22T23:56:32.890-07:00Fake Coolness Requires Polarity<font face="helvetica">But what is coolness anyway? It's really just the work you need to do to get back to the center, to equilibrium. It's always easier to dish out hurt, there's no real effort or thought required, you just act and don't think. But coolness, as we know it in Western terms, requires some sort of fake, if not sick acquiescence. But, the dopamine hit is large and in the meantime the Crazy Horse Memorial just gets chipped away at slowly, all the while hundreds of thousands gawk at Mount Rushmore. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can find coolness in everything, but the coolest of the cool have mental and emotional discipline, an ascetical bent that can kick your ass and my ass combined. I mean, if I dropped a world class selling album, I could only be so cool as to follow up it with a song like Over & Over -- it's iconoclastic, humbling and full or grace, and maybe it <i>does</i> require a listener's acquiescence, so maybe I am just talking in circles, over and over!</font><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/68532499?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-90095495331789930532020-07-17T23:43:00.000-07:002020-07-17T23:43:35.270-07:00Demian!<font face="helvetica">Shoot! I think I was looking for something, not directly, sub-consciously. I referenced it twice, once in my "<a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2020/07/power-and-money-die-in-transparency.html" target="_blank">Power and Money</a>" post from a few days ago, then again to my eldest daughter: "about that book I bought" for her on her birthday this year. <br />I don't think it's a particular quote from Demian this time, I mean, it <i>could</i> be and I can quote it upside down and inside out -- no, Demian stands alone! Demian is strength. It's elemental. Demian simultaneously builds and destroys, just depends which side of which you need. In that sense, Demian is balance. It's equilibrium, but it's brutal </font><span style="font-family: helvetica;">equilibrium because it's a really bright light on the soul -- there are no dark corners and it can cause vulnerability, perhaps even desperate vulnerability. But that's the point, it forces harmonic convergence, an inner-peace like none-other that rides just between the moment gone and the moment to arrive. </span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Demian</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Demian</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Demian</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Demian</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Demian</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Demian</span><font face="helvetica"><br /></font><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Demian</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Demian</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Demian</span></div><div><br /><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Two posts in one night really. I wrote the words above to <i>This is the Life</i> by Living Colour, the <a href="https://ycabw.blogspot.com/2019/06/equanimity-or-mental-immobility-by-free.html" target="_blank">2nd time</a> I've done that on the new version of my blog (and, heh, <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20041011010118/http://tqed.com/archives/000353.jsp" target="_blank">the old one</a> might sill be around, tread with ridiculous caution!). The second Living Colour album is holy for me, so holy I added some text of it to my late high school / early college jeans (note the highlighter on the frays, can't get cooler than that). </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1I-eVQ7_c-8TVVULRznszvScC0sMn_5BLM5yY37RFctyrb9wNKj_bPQJpp-dPxAxo7uCvn_6O1adP-TFJngJSUIaQtwAa4deUFw5GFooSvyrhrqzk2y7HXSnnaGFy_cQS3zKnrIG5MM/s2048/IMG_0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1I-eVQ7_c-8TVVULRznszvScC0sMn_5BLM5yY37RFctyrb9wNKj_bPQJpp-dPxAxo7uCvn_6O1adP-TFJngJSUIaQtwAa4deUFw5GFooSvyrhrqzk2y7HXSnnaGFy_cQS3zKnrIG5MM/s320/IMG_0244.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span><font face="helvetica"><div></div><blockquote><div><i>In your real life</i></div><div><i>Treat it like it's special</i></div><div><i>In your real life</i></div><div><i>Try to be more kind</i></div><div><i>In your real life</i></div><div><i>Think of those that love you</i></div><div><i>In this real life</i></div><div><i>Try to be less blind</i></div></blockquote><div></div><div><br /></div></font></span></div>
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<div><font face="helvetica">After that title ^ you'd have to bare your soul to write anything good and shred your soul to write anything great. I ain't got that in me tonight. Perhaps someday, but I'm always waiting to prove myself so I can justify that an autobiographical piece has worldly worthiness. I know it doesn't work that way. I'm a monk in an Audi; I'm the crow with blue eyes and the duality is loud. Just look at that illustration over there ->
</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">I once put a 9V battery across my top and bottom braces -- do not do this!!! It's mofo-highly contraindicated! That sucked but tonight is harder -- god likes to play jokes and you just have to laugh otherwise god is likely to play another one. And despite the vastness of the universe, almost everything gets reduced to a choice of two (unless you are a computer scientist and then you've got null). Black/white, yin/yang, plus/minus, you get the picture. So, when you are flattened, you either shake your head out like the cartoon character after the anvil hits it, or, you don't. And, where's the fun in choosing <i>don't</i>? Plus, once that spark hits, the one you really need, then there's no doubt, just direction. For tonight, I'll take it. It sounds like a Cars' song but that cheapens it. I'm going with Todd is god. </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/68667639?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-89574526365351341102020-07-14T23:54:00.001-07:002020-07-15T00:02:26.377-07:00Power and Money Die In Transparency<div><font face="helvetica">The best thing about Gerry Rafferty is that, when you type <i>Gerry</i> into the TIDAL search box, only <i>Gerry Rafferty </i>appears. Gerry bled and we should respect him for that:</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"></font></div><blockquote><div><font face="helvetica">Whatever's written in your heart, that's all that matters</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">You'll find a way to say it all someday</font></div></blockquote><div><font face="helvetica"></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Power really defiles. It's sick and certainly not transparent. I say it all the time -- because it's patently true -- you and I both get the stone at the end of our lives, no one hides from that, it's the great equalizer. So, people abuse their power, they spew their abuse, they manipulate, and then Gerry Fucking Rafferty comes along and bleeds truth and there's nowhere to run after that. I mean, who writes this shit? It's worth repeating:</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"></font></div><blockquote><div><font face="helvetica">You never wanted me to get too close</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">We love and hate the ones we need the most</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">I tried to find a way to you</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">One thing I could say to you.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Whatever's written in your heart, that's all that matters</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">You'll find a way to say it all someday</font></div></blockquote><div><font face="helvetica"></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Gerry didn't want no power, he just wanted to bleed transparency and we should respect him for that. I hope he was loved. Surround yourself with good people folks 'cause money don't buy your way out of pain, and, despite Gene Simmons' take on power, power can create powerful illusions of truth, but power don't hold shit to someone bleeding his/her soul. Bleeding always wins. Bleeding is transparent, transparency conquers all. And, if you don't believe that, just wait, 'cause "The tree does not die. It waits."</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 56.5%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/videos/64669751" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335917451224804820.post-67985087851784303752020-07-11T23:21:00.000-07:002020-07-11T23:21:20.771-07:00Resilience / Knock Me Down<div><font face="helvetica">Knock Me Down! Resilience! </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Can't have one without the other.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Lot of folks can conspire together,</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Or, you can knock yourself down.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Either way, if you are dialed in to the energy layer,</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Things speak to you, and you know you know, but it's nothing if you don't listen to it.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Sometimes those smallest voices are the loudest.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">"<a href="https://youtu.be/Moq47lWL2qk?t=161" target="_blank">Hey Ray - I never went down Ray - you never got me down Ray.</a>" -- I mean, I'd use another name other than Ray, but the sentiment is the same.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica">I use two words with my girls all the time, perseverance and resilience and resilience always wins!</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div>
<div style="height: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 100%; position: relative;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://embed.tidal.com/tracks/77554785?layout=gridify" style="height: 1px; left: 0; margin: 0 auto; min-height: 100%; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;"></iframe></div>TQ Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332815023644953282noreply@blogger.com0