It is a sad sad day when you realize you are actually right and not just a whiney cynical pessimist crybaby.

 

You know the crazy old guy in the park talking to himself and shouting at the pigeons? That's what I am aiming for.

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

    Opinions / Science / Theory of Relative Ignorance  
 

..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

    Art & Culture / Music / Blues / Robert Johnson  
 

You know the crazy old guy in the park talking to himself and shouting at the pigeons? That's what I am aiming for.

That is the literary peak I will try to climb once a week,  and punish the keyboard for the events of the week, but if you look at that mad man accusing the squirrels for stealing the barometer the CIA gave him, you will soon realize that he is saying what is on his mind, and doing so without the usual filters most sane people have. What he is lecturing to an empty tin on the sidewalk is the truth, at least for him, at least in that second.

The other role model that I have chosen for this task of ranting and rambling, are of course the tow old men from the puppets show,
(if you have no idea what I am talking about, consider yourself young. don’t jump, it's going to pass faster than you think.) but the problem I have with those two lovely grouchy old men is that sarcasm can only carry you so far, and being funny is a great tool to pass a point but not my main objective.

Each week there will be one weekly rant,
and one weekly epiphany.

Ok, maybe they will be mini epiphanies as I can't really guarantee a full blown revelation each and every week, but if you just keep your eyes and ears open, you do get these "oh" moments, when the dime drops. The amazing thing about this life of ours is that no one has any idea what is going on or why we do what we do if we do anything at all.

Most of the time we just float with the automatic pilot turned on and our mind turned off. But once in a while we understand something small, another piece of the puzzle is added, another small brick in the building of our mortal being.  I will try to share these moments in my life.

Usually a rant brings an epiphany that in turn brings another rant, an evil circle of self realization and letting off steam about the things you now suddenly know, so my wife already knows that if she sees smoke coming out of the computer, she has to use the crowbar I conveniently keep by the desk to separate me from the keyboard.

I do love a good rant.

I will start writing these rants and epiphanies the minute I am ready. I just need to find that barometer first. Damn squirrels.


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It was the kind of place where everybody knew your name. For better or worse, where you would call the store by the name of the owner, or more accurately by the name of the father of the owner who died a long time ago, but it is still his store and his 60-year-old sons are just "taking care of it for him".

 
from the Weekly rant 18 May 2012
 
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I have a confession. I am an addict. A functional addict, but still and addict. Yes, I know it is hard to admit something like this, especially on the pages of a newspaper read by thousands of people, but I have to get it off my chest.
 
from the Weekly rant 04 May 2012
 
As a general rule I try to avoid being shot at. It is one of those basic rules in life which are always right, always correct. Now, I haven’t just woken up one day and decided that this is a good rule to follow, no, it is from experience that this rule has come to life.
from the Weekly rant 15 April 2012
 
Oil is what runs in the veins of America. That is obvious, and when you leave in such a vast land, with houses miles apart from each other, I can completely understand why you need a stable reliable means of transportation . this is the reason for all those "horse thieves will be hanged" signs in the old west. Without a horse you are nothing. Without a car you are nothing.
from the Weekly rant 25 February 2012
 
I am not against love. I love love. I remember it vaguely from my bachelor days. It was nice.
I am not against chocolates. Oh how I wish I was against chocolate. But no, chocolate are good. Well, they are not good, but they do taste sweet and the serotonin in the cacao is the closest thing you can get to feeling in love (well, at least the closest legal thing)"
from the Weekly rant 18 February 2012
 

I have to say I enjoyed it almost as much as keying a car, because it combines the passive aggressive art of humiliation like I am used to from my Jewish family upbringing, with my favorite American euphemism 'have a nice day' which we all know means go and try to procreate with yourself. "

 
from the Weekly rant 11 February 2012
   
...I will start with a global affliction and then work down to the details. And what is more global than the basic fact you are all extremely stupid. And I say it with fondness and from the bottom of my heart. You are idiots."
from the Weekly rant 04 February 2012