Hmmm...I Don't Know What To Think

I really don't. The Black Crowes just released a new record. It's pretty cool. A little bit all over the place, but some really good stuff in there. I picked it up on vinyl. They released a limited number on nice colored wax; The first LP is on green, the second one is as white as snow. Pretty sweet. I think side 4 is the best. They harness their roots.

Anyway, my beard is back, and quite frankly, it's pretty bad ass so far. It's been stretching the surly bonds of lavender for the last 2 months. The fetching Mrs J has been amazing from the start. She's really pretty terrific. No pictures though. Why? Well, I'm just not feeling it. Posting them is all well and good I suppose, but I think I've moved beyond all that, whatever the hell the "that" is, but that's really beside the point. I don't know where this is heading right now...maybe it's only heading around the block? Maybe it's a little more than that. But my mind's eye only sees what it can, and some things are beyond the realm of possibility at this point.

Back to the beard. A mighty wind blows in off the surf, but my beard shields me from the misty confines of an ocean's breath. A hearty companion if there ever was one. This might be my best effort yet. I haven't had anything to complain about. Only a few sheltered touch of grays, but they only add to the limitless possibility of the future.

Thanksgiving is next week, we're about 8 or 9 days out. I guess it all depends on how you count days. It's frustrating, I know. Mrs J and I will cook a magnificent feast, one that the gods will surely smile upon with abandon and thirst. Too bad. It's ours. We'll talk then. See you.

Get Down, Get Down...

That's right. My beard is making a comeback. Stay tuned...