A good Head...

and a good heart are always a formidable combination. I have been all over within these past two week. I called Shannon Tweeds mother – not kidding whom and my hopes are that I can meet this Gene Simmons. The man is not all that he is contrived to be. KISS was a rock and roll group that was so misunderstood. The to main members of the group Paul Stanley and Gene wrote lyrics that were not about drugs and rock and roll but more about the adulation of being a rock star.

Certainly they were a contrived band – that came out of New York. I liked them when they dropped of the make up and perhaps if they did they would be much like some of the other bands. They were the band that inspired me with music along with listening to the Beatles and an earlier time – due to my older brother that had a collection of records and was always playing them when I arrived home.  But we grow up, not completely but we grow up with some of the things that we do. A few friends always say that we should have kept going with the band that we had and we would have made it. My small goal is to get back in a studio and just do something unique. And as well, it would be too neat to meet this Gene Simmons. When I was twenty-two I called Shannon Tweeds mother she worked as an administrator in Saskatoon, back then I wished to meet the band. So I thought if he is going to be here – why not. Some fun and what the heck it’s worth the call.  But I don’t place much weight in it.

I get the biggest kick with people. Today I was downtown before rush hour and how I could have taken out my camera if I didn’t have things I had to do. Approaching 8am, in the morning you see the city turn alive. People crossing the streets, people sitting outside having coffee, and transit systems on the go.

I parked my car and didn’t have change – I went into a tanning salon and was given change for free – that was nice! I offered to use my card and return the money by way of visa or my debit card, but she said that I didn’t need to. There after something, which I hate to do, is get on a cellular and find out where someone is. I would rather know where they are before hand – but seems that is the way it is down in the city. Meanwhile there was a dark man playing a saxophone, while people were getting off the subway and rushing to their offices. And for one if three, each had a coffee in their hand.

After having great difficulty in finding this one building, I asked a few people where the street was and most didn’t know. Then while passing by a nice lady I asked her is she would mind taking a picture. I don’t take many pictures of myself, I think it’s obvious to see within the blog, nor the people that I am around.

Here it goes again and not writing in fiction, this woman was walking and I picked up a coffee at this place called “Second Cup”, she looked at me and then she looked again and she asked me “who are you”. At first it takes you off guard and then you ponder why the heck does this happen now and then. I mentioned to her that my name is Jack, shook her hand and by that time there are a few others that are looking. She was no flake, for some reason there was that mysterious look she had she was probably thinking…. I don’t know, I really don’t.

While in an old friends office, we talked about what all had taken place with several companies since that last time I had spoken to him. And then thereafter I headed back to the Airport and then from there home. So within one day I have placed on some miles, yet it didn’t seem like it was that much. Meanwhile, I thought about this person from Iran that I met yesterday…there was something so simple yet refined about her.  What and how we live.

Just thinking as I write…. the thoughts that came into this blog of mine on the two topics were from people from various places. I haven’t received that call in yet with regards to my MRI, and I knew that would happen even under a two tier system here even when I have paid for it. But that too is not something that has grounded me as it has. I set up a plan for myself and it seems to be working – small workouts, meetings and enjoying things. But I am in the system and it will be done.  But it’s not on my mind.

I am honored that you would do something as such. It’s not life on a blog but it’s a manner of communication and pending on the time that everyone has it's really something... I do wish to say thank you with regards to thoughts on Part I and II, of “Why is it So”. Yeah I mean that. Certainly so...