I could kiss frank zappa
Frittering away
some time on FB a few days ago... (What? On FB??) when I remembered that I
promised last month (#queue suitably ominous music) on the eve of the END OF THE WORLD…that I’d
write a blog post 2x a month if we all woke up in the morning.
(Silly me. I had
every faith that we would, indeed still be here, and was only using it as a
stick to poke myself to action.)
So here is
number one post of January. OMG I have 23 more to go 'til this time next
year…(slitting my wrists now)
I could kiss frank zappa…..
honestly, I could.
I love Meg Tuite
(www.megtuite.com/ ) In the last 2 years since committing myself to serious efforts with
regards to my writing, I have been so blessed to encounter amazing, talented, kind people from all over
the world. In some instances to even be published alongside them. Meg is one of
them. She posted this quote on FB
‘Without
deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.’ Frank Zappa
POW! I read it and had one of THOSE moments.
If like me, you
are fond of beautiful words that feel luscious in your mouth when you say them,
you might say it was an EPIPHANY. (Say it! Really, it feels great in your
mouth. But I also love the feel of: Squish. And Amanuensis, which I think is a most beautiful word)
Say it again:
‘Without deviation from the norm, progress is
not possible.’
Short.
Sweet. True.
I loved Frank
Zappa as a kid. My dad used to play him a lot. He made me feel a bit naughty.
He wasn’t buttoned up. He wasn’t regular. He was weird. Different. Interesting.
Loud.
He shook people
up.
All the things I
aspire to be and do.
(okay, yes, I realize I am already weird & loud...)
This year I haven’t set any resolutions (NOT a word I am in love with BTW) for the new year.
Basically my
mantra is MORE & LESS.
MORE of the
good.
LESS of the
destructive.
Easy peasy.
So, figure out
what your norm is. Kick it in the ass. Turn it on its head. Give it a good
talking to.
Just don’t buddy
up to it and spend your evenings curled up together eating popcorn and watching
Netflix.
SHAKE THINGS UP.
And for the
record…if I actually was allowed the blessed privilege of kissing a Zappa, you
could wrap DWEEZIL up and have him ready for me this weekend. (***sigh***)
.... and tell
him to bring those eyebrows.
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