God, I Mean Dog, Goes For a Walk

i've been writing anecdotes inspired by Millie, our greyhound. i planned to call the collection "Conversations With Dog" - (subtitled - a greyhound is my guru!)

i'd written several chapters when i thought to google it. Damn, someone already did it. Conversations with Dog, that is.

So now i need a new title. Any suggestions?

Key to Happiness

(Sitting outside Starbuck's on 5th Avenue)

"The key to happiness is to allow ones self to be happy."

I love to quote myself. My favorite self-quote is "The root word of happiness is penis." This should be on bumper stickers throughout the land.

Ray Bradbury says writers should mine their loves, hates, fears and obsessions.

I love pudding, i hate spiders, i fear death and i obsess about writing. So - maybe i will die by finding a spider in my pudding while writing. (I don't know why i said i love pudding - i don't. I like it a normal amount.)

Now, a synchronicity would be if a spider dropped on this page right now - (though that is not a "happy coincidence.") Or if a truck drove by with an advertisement for pudding on it. Or if a hearse drove by, with an advertisement for pudding on it, while i am writing.

But we can't will synchronicities to happen. They are random happy accidents. They do happen, though, randomly, accidentally, and happily, every day. They are serendipitous.

(I was going to call this blog "Synchronicity, Serendipity, and Dreams" but then the inner comic took over, thank God.)

New York State of Mind

My writing buddy just returned from visiting New York and mentioned the St. Patrick's day parade.

I happen to be reading a book called "The Road To McCarthy" and just finished the part where the British/Irish author is visiting New York during the St. Pat's festivities and crashes the parade.

He also runs into two Irish lads, total strangers, who end up being the writer and actor of a play he wished to see, but could not get tickets for. They give him tickets. After the play he and his new friends go into a bar and come across a girl one of the actors knew from primary school in Ireland. He wonders at the odds and says "It's almost enough to make you believe that our choices really are guided by some higher intelligence..."

(One time I sat with a New York friend on a cafe patio in Taos, with three other people, all strangers, who got to talking and discovered they were all from New York.)

Cosmic, I Mean Comic, Energy

So if humor is the fluid in animal bodies and we humans have animal bodies and 70% of us is water - then humor must be keeping us alive! A splendid conclusion.

(i have spent much time and energy in my life trying not to be irreverent, but the comic in me isn't having it. i have to find my inner comic if i want 70% humor in my body! )

Synchronicities happen in the now. In my other blog I write a lot about the past. The past has its place, yet wasn't it St. Paul who said "forgetting those things that are behind..." or maybe he said, forgetting those things that are in my behind? (knock knock i am going to hell...)

My assignment, if i choose to accept it, is to turn loose the inner comic. ("Ass" is the root word of assignment - so i think i see a pattern developing here.)