Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space

Scientists, theologians, philosophers and politicians all have volumes to say about when you are born and when you are dead. But for the time in between - the living, doing, and being - there seems to be a relatively hollow set of guides. So I turn, as I often do, to music for inspiration. Yet when I listen for some divine or mystical apprehension I hear:

“He not busy being born
is busy dying” - Bob Dylan

“Life is what happens to you
while you’re busy making other plans” - John Lennon

“They were born
and then they lived
and then they died” - Morrissey

“I hate my life” - Joe Pernice

Damn.

Ok. I’m going to have to make this up as I go along. I feel like I am only at the beginning. This is where I am. That is where I was. I don’t know what this is or where I’m going. I’m just working through it. I am a dilettante. I am johnnycomelately.

Consider this a document of my peripatetic endeavors towards some kind of clarity. If you’ve visited here before you’ve seen photos, short takes on music and a healthy dose of the god-only-know-what brand of ephemera. Chances are you’ll be seeing all that and more, only in new, technicolor blogoriffic format.