A Formal Endorsement, albeit Conditional

I hereby endorse John Mayer.
just not his music.

I have never willingly nor purposefully listened to a whole song of John Mayer's, yet I do willingly and purposefully subscribe to his blogs.

The son of a bitch is funny! (Mid-paragraph note: I'm gonna use 'son of a bitch' more often because Esquire told me to, it has more of an impact, more swagger than 'asshole'. They use True Grit as a prime example and I'm all for talking more like they do in Westerns. Just not as slow. In a related note: I want to say cocksucker more. But 'that's one funny cocksucker' just doesn't work, not at all. So I'm working on it.)
Ok, so John Mayer's not hilarious. But he has wit, awareness, self-deprecation, and good spelling. And he loves fonts!

I'm not gonna say we're meant to be, look I just wanna be friends. Blog friends. So I'll read on chuckling and nodding 'So true John Mayer, so true...' and leave it at that.
I just wanted to spread the word. John Mayer's word.

one blog: http://blog.honeyee.com/john/
and the other: http://johnmayer.com/blog

tall.

Hate Parade Marches On...

I had an about-face a while ago. I wanted to take back the hate.
The turn came around the time my brother said (in reference to the Ratner post) 'yeah but it seems like there's something wrong with YOU.' Which I then realized is what I think every time I read Perez and he's railing on someone, stirring up shit, calling people names, etc. I think 'Buddy, what's with the beef, they're just doing what they do.' Or holy hell, you ever read the comments on such blogs? Hate-filled mongers. The dredges of the typing republic. Terrible company to be in.
So, I turned the mirror on myself and realized that Ratner too is just doing what he do. So even though he's a schmuck and I don't like his output, I take back my hate-filled words. Cause I don't want people thinking there's something wrong with ME. I'm an appreciator! An opinionated one, sure, but still, I appreciate. A lot. Like, all the time.

And as I started to face about, I thought maybe I should try and apply this generally. In my life. Less hate, more ... let's not say love, but let's say tolerance. This isn't exactly ground-breaking material, but I think me, you, we have to come to this conclusion at some point on our own, when we're ready (and probably over and over). The conclusion to just relax, basically. Take it easy on people, artists, the public in general. Tone it down ya know? Example: I want to stop calling fellow drivers Fuckface. Maybe just a sigh and a headshake from now on. Tonin' it down.
Except... for one. I just may be compiling all my anger and wrath for this one person.

And that brings me to my point.
I have completely fallen in rage with a stranger. The love is gone and any excuse is unmerited, cause there is NO. REASON. this person needs to steal my Sunday paper every motherfuckin' Sunday. MY paper. Every Sunday. Systematically. I don't care if it's used to build nests for endangered bald eagles. Or to make a house for a newborn human. Or whatever the hell reason you could think of for stealing a paper, it's mine. Every week it's mine and not theirs, and yet it's the opposite. Because I have not been able to catch the thief. And the rage from this predicament is flooding over, ruining my about-face. I have taken these extreme feelings away from some and many and focused them on one. More deservedly sure, but it's still hate and it's still ruinous.

So. What am I learning?
Well I'm slowly learning what time I have to wake up to catch this bastard (6 is too early, 6:30 too late), but I'm also learning that you still gotta stay tolerant (failing, obviously). And I hope to get this fuckface and his paper thieving ways behind me so I can go back to sighs and headshakes, love and appreciation.

Wish me luck.

yours,
The tall. Also: the mad.