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Another Patrick for cryin' out loud!

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About Me

Who am I... well, I was born in Homestead, Florida, James Archer Smith Hospital, 12:15 am, ..he world was still largely in black and white back then; color had been around for a couple of decades, (mostly in Life and National Geographic magazines), but the real world still had not been colorized. Everything looked grey, just like it does in the old Andy Griffith episodes. Then, with the advent of psychadelic drugs, (invented by The Beatles in 1966), the world began a slow and colorful metamorphasis: The whole world shifted to a new paradigm in human existence. No longer did the world remind one of that old, sepia tinted world of Andy of Mayberry. It was now a world fully colorized, (more like an episode of Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C.) This of course was an indication of two important underlying foundational and global changes: 1. The Baby Boomers were begining to throw off the fetters of their parents generation, ( formerly known as "logic" and "work",) , and 2. Ron Howard was just getting too darned old to play Opie anymore. Besides, in 20 years he was going to have to compete with guys like Rob Reiner for directorial gigs, so distancing one's self from names like "Opie" was generaly a good idea for anyone in his same circumstances in that era. As the 1960's drew to a close, things were bound to change even more. For one, we had already used the numbers 1960 - 1969, and we needed a new set of numbers if we were going to continue on. This created a huge rift within our society. Half of us wanted to stay there in the 60's indefinitely, the other half wanted to move on - something about disco and a few more episodes of Gomer Pyle. Anyway, an agreement was finally reached, midnight December 31, 1969. Everyone agreed that we would use the numbers 1970 - 1979 to refer to the next 10 years. I still remember the feeling of relief that we all felt, knowing that we would not have to go to war with Canada over the whole "number" thing after all. Besides, a war between the U.S. and Canada would have been counter productive, because that's where all of our draft-dodgers were living. In 1972, President Richard M. Nixon further demonstrated our resolve to achieve world domination... er, I mean peace, by making two almost un-believable gestures of Kindness: 1. He agreed to stop trying to identify with the nations youth by flashing the peace sign, and 2. he granted amnesty to all of our draft dodgers. This was extremely important, because many of these so-called draft dodgers were needed to fill the future ranks of politicians, from the City and State level, all the way to the Federal level. Nothing worth talking about happened in the 80's, other than the release of the film,"This is Spinal Tap", directed by Rob Reiner. In the 90's, Vanilla Ice had a big hit with,"Ice Ice Baby", and Courtney Love changed the face of Rock music forever. And, here we are. Black Eyed Peas anyone?

My Interests

Getting to know people, and helping people to know themselves through the use of all kinds of passive-aggresive B.S. Of course I prefer to think of it as using an "Old Jedi Mind Trick". (Oh well, it seemed funny to me when I wrote it!) Other interests include looking a little bit like Clapton from 50 or so paces, and making millions of dollars instantly, with little or no effort . So far, doing a little better at the first one.

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I'd like to meet:

Everyone. Musicians, writers, business people, teachers, students, rich people, poor people, doctors, lawyers, cannibals, (sorry, I just said lawyers twice didn't I?) kids who climb on rocks; fat kids, sissy kids, even kids with chicken pox.

Music:

All kinds. Preferably audible. Bach,Allman Brothers,Beatles,Zeppelin,Radiohead,Beck,(both of them)Mozart,Steve Vai,Vince Gauraldi,Z Z Top,Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers,Stone Temple Pilots,Johnny Winter,Dixie Dregs,Supergrass,Eric Johnson,Neil Young,Metallica,Pat Metheny,Joni Mitchell,Phil Keaggy,Dave Brubeck,Frank Zappa,Tchaikovsky,and of course, the Pussycat Dolls. For thier talent.

Movies:

I love watching a good movie, but the way they're marketed now, with such extreme oversaturation, I just get kind of numb to it all anymore. That's why I rent like 5 movies a week and fall asleep half way through the first one,and never watch the other four. I like bringing them all back un-watched; it leaves me something to look forward to: To Kill a Mockingbird, 2001: a Space Odyssey, This is Spinal Tap, The Diary of Anne Frank, Young Frankenstein, The Graduate, the Star Wars stuff, Casino Royale, The Pink Panther and it's sequels, Hitchcock in general, Magnolia, The Lost Boys, The Wizard of Oz, And a host of movies that were great without the aid of fast food promotional gimmickry.

Television:

Leave it to Beaver, The Waltons, Lassie, Flipper,The O.C.; anything with a riveting ,dynamic portrayal of life as it really is. I love watching The Weather Channel: I like the way they contrast the "Tough Guy" meteoroligist with the other guys who say things like, "Ouch!... That rain really hurts!" Or, "Well Jim, it may look pretty calm, but that wind is really strong right now; much stronger than my mom or my wife will let me stand around in. Back to you, Jim." The tough guy seems like the kind of guy that will take your lunch away from you and eat it right in front of you, while he and your girlfriend laugh about it.

Books:

Trout Fishing in America, A Confederate General From Big Sur,( and just about anything by Richard Braudigan),short story form in general, (How many times can I get away with using the word "general")? General, general, general. In all honesty, my current reading is pretty much limited to the gear reviews in Guitar Player Magazine, and the local paper. Thhts whiy am sutch a goode spller.

Heroes:

I like turkey on wheat, with provalone,lettuce, tomato, onion, black olives, mayo, oil and vinegar, salt, and a dash of plain old black pepper. Seriously though; My mom, who raised four of us on her own, my wife, for her unending faith, hope, and optimisim which flys in the face of my seemingly un-ending skepticism, and God ,for loving me so unselfishly and unconditionally through all of the people He's given me throughout these brief 45 years. My cup is truly full. Thanks to all for putting up with me. (Quietly weeps into sleeve).

My Blog

Morning News

The hamsters in my head are on their wheel, and they're really havin' at 'er.  Mostly worthless thoughts of morning television, (the Today show).  What if they took a tip from USA today...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 07:59:00 PST

The sound of obsession

Blog& oh how I learned to hate the word! It even sounds like something bad& Blog! A filthy, disgusting little syllable that stretches towards nobility, yet sadly, does not reach it. It is a rude littl...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 08:31:00 PST

Guns and the predominantly narrow minded view of the South

I did own a rifle once.  It was a Winchester lever-action. I was eighteen years old and I paid $200.00 for it.  It was 1980.  I bought it so I could go hunting with some ...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 06:03:00 PST

A Patrick by Any Other Name - or, What's in a Name:the Sequel.

I'm changing my name again, so please tell me what you think.  Apparently there has been some further confusion about my previously updated profile name, so I feel that I should offer an apology,...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 03:06:00 PST

The Sandman Tells Me to 2

Everything is so quiet now - there's nothing left of me save this, my last waking effort: As I feel my soul begin it's slow plunge into the alter-reality known as dream-sleep, ( life's B side I g...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 07:50:00 PST

Influences

I remember reading once that an artistic influence is something that you're exposed to over a long period of time.  The source slowly permeates your consciousness and becomes an inherent part of ...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 11:15:00 PST

Spies ... Just Like Dat.

"So she sneek up on you"?  "Yeah, and she be like, tryin' to be all secretive and shit." "So what you did?" "I look at her and say,'Oh! - You think you all bad; wearin' black and sneakin' up on ...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 09:25:00 PST

...hang your head over.. hear the wind blow...

 I picked it up when I was 12 years old.  My next door neighbor had one, and he was irresponsible enough to loan it to me.  It wasn't much of one - it looked like more of a prop than an...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 08:36:00 PST

What's in a name?

Apparently a lot.  I have re-posted my "display name", O.K.?  True, calling myself Paddy O'Furniture was a lot more fun, but it was misleading to people.  It was leading them to believe...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 06:09:00 PST

The Sandman Tells Me To

I do my best writing when I'm sleepy. It makes me loosen up, and I find it easier to express myself when I'm relaxed.  See?  I'm beginning to write better already.  Soon, I'll be churni...
Posted by Another Patrick for cryin' out loud! on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 08:57:00 PST