Celebrating My 100th Blog Post--I Laugh and Laugh!

Just over four years ago I wrote my first blog.  I had no idea about what subjects I would discuss or write about, nor was there a clear indication of direction that my writing would take.  My blog was an open slate on which I would share my thoughts, wants, opinions, desires, tirades, political rants, tell stories, discuss future projects and goals--it would simply serve as an outlet for my mind that sometimes runs at 200 MPH. 

As I scrolled through the hodge-podge of posts since November 2011, I realized there is still no direction here, and more importantly I like it that way.  Some will engage with a particular post, others with and entirely different one.  What excites me most about That Reminds Me of a Time is that some love my writing, others hate it, some enjoy my rambling witticisms, while others consider me a hack.  Regardless of your opinion of me and what I share, I enjoy hearing from each of you--all of you!  For you are what drives me to write, consider the world, constantly evaluate my own self-worth (or lack thereof), and share what little I know of each.

In a world gone awry and in a country that has lost its moral way, I have chosen to embark upon any subject I find interesting or funny--no matter the topic.  Sports, politics, religion, spirituality, science, sexuality, and gender: all of these topics are within my grasp when I write.  Deep down I think most folks want to engage in many of these subjects, but most fear some retribution from a "friend" who thinks differently.  What separates me from many is that I don't mind if folks get upset over something I've written.  My opinion is just that--mine AND and an opinion.  It isn't intended to insult necessarily, but what I write is intended to make you think, laugh, or roll your eyes.  Perhaps I'll even illicit a combination of the aforementioned.

With this 100th post, an overly simplistic milestone, but a milestone nonetheless, I want to thank you, each of you, who take the time to read my drivel.  And for those of you who occasionally smile when I write something you find funny, I appreciate that the most!

Have fun, love lots, live much, and for God's sake--don't take yourself so seriously.  :)

What Color Is Your Soul? A Birthday Request

The last few years in American history have been interesting and unsettling to watch develop and unfold.  It's not uncommon for people, generally, to point to race, gender, ethnicity, financial class, desires, motivations, or country of origin as reasons for their own malfeasances or caustic personal situations.  This is human nature, right, wrong, or somewhere in between.  Typically, in my opinion, most people will move beyond these rash generalizations and become more rational as they calm down and think. 

My opinions about our current political leadership notwithstanding, or the copious injustices perpetrated against us by those sworn to eliminate our very way of life, I call into question our own perspective of what lies within each of us and what color we are once we shed the tissue by which we judge others.

The racial divide, or at least the attempt to create a mortal chasm between us by a disgusting media and questionable political machine, is further fueled by a populace unwilling to accept an exisential truism--beneath the epidural layer, our sinewy and blood-coursing being is only separated by our height and clouded misjudgments. 

Throw your religious beliefs, or lack thereof, to the side for a moment and stare inward and introspectively for a reflective amount of time, then consider this: how different are we, truly? 

Today, on my birthday, I would only want folks to love each other--if only for a few seconds.  Oh, and bring me presents.  I like presents.