Sparkling Nuggets

When I get an idea for a blog entry, I’ve learned (the hard way) I’d better write it down or run the risk of forgetting it. Not early onset Alzheimers, just a natural byproduct of precipice approaching.

My brain’s kinda like a closet. If I wanna put something new in there, something old needs to be tossed. There’s only a finite amount of space in my noodle so I prioritize.

And they’re not always full-blown ideas. More often than not, they’re fragments of thought, which may or may not lead to full-blown ideas.

Most of ‘em are gems. He said, modestly.

So I write ‘em down on the backs of business cards, napkins, scraps of paper and stick ‘em in a notebook.    

Unearthed this one today:

“2000-2009. Where’d that decade go?”

I remember the New Years Eve party. In this very house. Tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1999. Because it was. Pretty sure I was in the rack by 10:30 p.m.

The next morning:

“How was Y2K?”

“Well, the electricity’s still on.”

In that decade, my son graduated from high school, college and started med school. For him and his generation, 2000-2009 will be like the ‘70s for me and mine. Thirty years from now, he’ll remember In Da Club by 50 Cent, the way I remember That’s The Way (uh-huh, uh-huh) I Like It, by KC & The Sunshine Band.  

Doing the math as a little kid, I realized I’d be 42 in 2000. Assuming of course, that I came to grips with my hard living tendencies and that I didn’t get hit by a truck.

I did.

And I successfully dodged the truck(s).

It was the decade I began to approach the precipice.

Now it’s July 2011. We’re a year-and-a-half into the next decade already. Clearly, a year-and-a-half since I scribbled down that thought and stuck it in the notebook.

Holy crap, we’ll elect a president next year. Didn’t we just do that?

Can’t we slow down a little bit?

Yes we can.

Another challenge is that I haven’t a clue what some of these notes say.

There’s one person on planet Earth who can read my handwriting – a former assistant who lives in Morris County. One of these days, I’ll make an appointment with her to decipher these Egyptian hieroglyphics and leave with a treasure trove of new blog ideas.    

Here’re some other sparkling nuggets I ran across today, that may or may not one day turn into blog entries:

“The drama king.”

“A pony named Bucky.”

“Portrait of the artist as a ____ ____.”

“Wichita tries too hard to be Dallas.”

“Candidates w/ a chip on their shoulder.”

“Pernicious anachronism.” (I haven’t the foggiest clue).