Mexican Smoke

 

Ok, first things first. The picture is not smoke nor does it have anything to do with Mexico but it does look cool. It is supposed to be a picture of a ghost from some old cemetery north of Boston but who knows. I do not buy into monsters and such but I like the photo and it is from my media stock photos that I keep on file that I have taken in the past. 

This blog is about Mexican smoke so off we go.

I never really had allergies of any kind till I grew to be an old man at the age of 30. Something happened and every spring and fall I would get these splitting headaches based somewhere in my sinuses. I know, I am just a wimp to even gripe about them but my wimpishness is not even up for debate.

I always assumed that my "problem" was caused by pollen or some other evil creation but after a few doctor visits I had a profound announcement given to me.... I sat nervously waiting for the doctor or even a  nurse to come in to tell me the results of my tests as I sat in the little room at the doctors. I was beginning to get antsy to the point that I was trying to figure out how many of the little rubber gloves I could steal before the doctor would notice that something was askew. Finally the door opened and with out any Pomp and Circumstance I was told that my head throbbing was caused by "Mexican Smoke".

Now, I am not a pot smoker nor do I even care for the idea of altering my reality because quite frankly my real reality is strange enough that I do not need any kind of help in that department. I suggested that the Doctor do a blood test or even bring me his deepest chamber pot so I could prove that my belief on the (non) success of Americas drug war had nothing to do with me using drugs.

The Doctor laughed and explained that it had nothing to do with drugs but instead had to do with winds picking up smoke from Mexico and blowing it my way. The farmers clear burn their fields before planting and that is why I was getting the headaches at specific times of the year. 

I solved all my problems by falling in love with a woman who lived about as far from Mexico as you can get. Now as long as the French Canadians do not start burning stuff then I am going to be ok. But, all of this does make me wonder how many other people have strange allergies.....

Green Meat

I never understood the fascination with St. Patrick's day, why would anyone want to be Irish even for a day. This is not knocking the red headed, green wearing, beer drinking (ok, not all drink beer but I cannot understand how tv can be wrong) Irish folk but I am quite happy being of the linage of people that raided, pillaged and wore cool hats and have no desire to go out and look for four leaf clovers.

This introduction brings me to what I am doing now. My existence currently is in the Boston area and from what I can tell there are at least one or two Irish folk in the area. The parades are actually on St. Patrick's day and not on the closest weekend, wearing orange would be as smart as Michael Moore speaking at a Tea Party Rally and people actually make special dinners to honor the day.

Judy, the love of my life, is down stairs cooking my families special St. Patrick Days dinner. There is going to be soda bread, cabbage and "gray" corned beef". I know that she is the best cook ever but I am a little worried about any kind of meat that starts off gray before cooking it. People who know me might find it strange that I would be reluctant to eat any kind of meat but a piece of cow that starts off looking bad before you do anything to eat does make me a bit worried.

Judy has never tried to kill me in the past and actually has helped me out after I consumed things I picked up off the ground that I probably should not have ingested. I am not too worried about living through the ordeal but I am curious about why the Irish would even think about making beef the color of spoiled spam before even cooking it.

I guess the big question for me on this holiday is why not make green corned beef instead of gray. Neither sound to good but if you are going to be eating spoiled meat then at least make it the color of the day.

Spring has Sprung

A year ago I was headed to  the great city of Florence Oregon with full intentions of being there for many years but life is kind of funny in the idea that no matter how much you plan, things do not go along with what you expect. Instead I am sitting in the beautiful New England coastal town of Marblehead.

I am still in the media/publishing business but I am also involved with theater, no not the kind you pay $10 for a barrel of popcorn but the kind where actors get up on a stage and make true magic. This morning I was on a conference call with a project, I am involved with, for a series of movies and documentaries involving geo-political ideas with a heavy dose of religion to boot.

To say the least, when I look back a year ago and  remember what I thought I would be doing today, I was completely wrong. I am happily married to a beautiful woman, my daughter is doing fantastic as always and I am working in a field that is highly creative while I have no creative ability what soever.

This blog is nothing special accept an opportunity to let people know what I am doing. I will get back to 2-3 blogs a week explaining in details how you should never eat a yard clam, my personal war against the beast under the shed and my further rantings about how great I think I am (sarcasm, I do not need my stalkers to make comments about this).


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Smurfs, Pixies, Bigfoot and Other Creatures I Have Met

 

 

I have one of those secrets that I do not tell many people about, it has seemed to me to be one of those guilty pleasures that I should not go around telling everyone about. Now before you start judging me badly you might want to think about some of those deep dark secrets that you have in your closet.

One of the things I do and have done now for several years now is own a company that produces books and videos of the strange and bizarre. I have always found it beneficial to keep a lid on that part of my life because most sane people claim to not believe in little blue people, big footed hairy people or even gray guys from outer space. I am honestly one of those people who is more then skeptical and is pretty sure that none of that exists in the real world.

The reason I am even writing this blog has to do with the fact that recently I have talked with several powerful, educated and SANE people that claim with no doubt that they have had some odd run ins with some odd creatures. I have met tons of people that claim to have a pixie that lives in their attic or a ghost in their underwear drawer but recently it has been normal people that seem to be coming forward with their stories about "light people", "blue people" and "forest creatures".

I have seen "bigfoot", "ghost:", "UFO" and other strangeness but all of those things could have other explanations then a mysterious creature living in the real world. I am curious if you have had an experience that seems off kilter from reality. I am not looking to publish anything but I am more interested in talking to sane people that have seen such a thing.

You can email me at fmcd2010@gmail.com and can even use a throw away email account if you wish to keep your identity hidden........ I am honestly curious.


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The Colors of Music

Let me be honest and pull no punches on this matter, I am an old geek and many years ago in my salad days (salad days is a term only old geeks use) I was a young geek. As I have grown older there has been one constant that has run through my life and that is the love of music. I have always listened to music that I liked and assumed that since I liked it others would appreciate it as well but the truth is that very few people have the same tastes as I do.

The way I have viewed music is that it is the magic that brings color into ones life. There are the dark and foreboding colors of music, the bright and airy ones, the wondrous and vibrant colors, the deep colors and even the psychedelic colors for hippies and other assorted strange people. I maybe the whitest man on earth, well, ever since Michael Jackson died, but I love for my music to be colored all shades and hues available.

This brings me to my original idea for this blog. I have always wondered about the few people I know that actually have an ear for popular music. I wonder if they can see the colors a bit more truer then I can or if they are some how more attuned to what is pleasing to most people. I am not talking about the folks who jump on the band wagon early of what ever pop sensation is emerging but instead the ones who can gleam the beautiful colors early and see the magic before other people. I am sadly not in this group but instead I seem to see colors in music that others are blind too.

I was sent a link to an article written by a friend of mine that proves that while I may not be hep and cool at least I know people who are. I would suggest that you check this young lady's writings if you want to know what today what will be hot tomorrow.  I am not advertising Michelle but instead I am bragging that I am following her before she becomes a New York Times top 10 best selling author.

Turning Up the Bass With Jazz

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If you wonder who I would pick as the next big thing in music you can check him out here...

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Naked People On Facebook

I am to the point of realizing I am a complete prude or there are many people who just do not get it. Considering that since the news broke about Rep. Chris Lee and the despicable case of him sending a photo without a shirt on to a woman on Craigs List I have found it strange that us "normal" people have not figured out that it is not smart to go around sending pictures to one another that should not be seen. Nothing is wrong with a guy being shirtless or women at the beach but it is getting to the point that many people use that type of photo to attract attention to themselves and it is not the good kind of attention.

One story I know on this subject is a woman who sent compromising photos to several people and then blamed others for making her doing it. She is a woman in her mid 40's and should by now know that it just ain't a smart to do something like that.

Then there is the guy that sent pix of his wife to several friends and was shocked to find out that his friends sent them to other friends who sent them to other friends...... and on and on. What kind of nut would send nude photos of his wife to his friends in the first place is scary enough but what kind of friends a guy like that must have is even scarier.

The Mom that trashed a guy who alerted her to porn of her daughter on the internet who did not even say sorry when she was shown proof..... instead she blamed the person who proved it to her.

The mother who uses "cute" photos on her facebook page to attract guys to friend her........


Let us, the normal people, just make sure that we tell those around us to knock it off.... They will still be stupid but at least we will know we tried to warn them.

This blog is nothing but a rant but HEY, it is my blog. :-)

The Hardcore Truth

Many people know me and some of the different things that I have done in my life. There are many good things and many bad things and honestly some strange things as well. This is nothing different then what every normal person experiences throughout their life but I do have one thing that separates me from at least 95% of the rest of the world, I have found a woman who is truly glorious who actually loves me.

Judy and I started out as just people who agreed on an issue of rights. We talked a little back and forth and got to like each other. Now, to be honest I did check out her pictures on FB from the start and thought she was a beautiful woman but that is not what interested me. We became friends and started talking quite a bit about our different aspects of life, both the good and the bad.

To make this long story much shorter over about 12 months she became my best friend and the rest is history.

I just want to take this time to let people know what Judy means to me....

Judy is my best friend, I have been able to count on her when the chips were down.
Judy has the artistic flair that I so desire but I never had exist within myself
Judy has the mind to not only equal me but to far surpass anything that my poor brain could conceive.
Judy is the one I want to talk to first when something great or terrible occurs.
Judy is the one that I want to sit with quietly and just hold hands.
Judy is the one that see beauty in things that I never knew existed
Judy is NOT my better half but instead she is the one who makes me who I am. She is my totality to life.

Today is Judy Henson's birthday and I want to let her know that I love her and on August 3, 2050 you will be the key to make my life goal complete.

Syrupy blog? you bet but I do love Judy.