I understand it's winter and all but I can't remember the last time I was this cold in December for so very long. We had a 40 degree day a few days back and I was ready to bring out the beach towels and shorts. It felt like 70 degrees in comparison to the single digit and sometimes negative numbers we've been getting, sometimes including wind chill. It seems we may be getting a snowstorm for New Years day, too. That'll be fun to shovel out of. 
So, pretty cool news, I'll be going to a Shinedown, Puddle of Mudd concert in January!! I'm pretty excited about that. I just happened to check for available tickets for Shinedown on Ticketmaster and they just happened to be there!
It was like fate. 
So, that was a small little Christmas gift to me from me. I hope the weather isn't as cold that day. 
Bundling up to walk across the city is fine, but carrying your coat, gloves, hat, scarf, etc, in the concert venue is infinitely annoying. Especially because the place is all general admission, so there are no seats to put anything down on. Another nice little bit of luck is that I found my old Zippo. I've always loved the lighters and have always wanted to collect them, but I just never got the money to do so.
I'm trying to relearn all my old Zippo tricks. 
Some are like getting on a bike for the first time in years, others are like my fingers are made of butter. Absolutely none of the tricks I used to know are fluid now. It's all jerky. I'll get better, though, now that I found the bad boy. Bring in the New Year well, my friends!
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Book Review: A Man Without a Country by - Kurt Vonnegut: I read this 'memoir' in less than three hours during a Saturday night. One can hardly call it an autobiography because the tidbits of information we get from Kurt's writing is, as usual, not very insightful towards the person's life but more towards the thoughts and humorist outlook Kurt has on the world around him. He writes these words at the age of 82, two years before he would meet his end from irreversible brain injury when he fell in his NYC home. His brain finally played a joke on him, and I'm sure he's been laughing in heaven since then. He'd get a kick out of that last statement, I'm sure.
He certainly tells us tidbits of information that are perhaps more valuable than anything else that can be gleaned from so called "professionals". He is the stone in the shoes of conservatism, the loud fly buzzing in the ears of idealism. He weaves many quotes from his previous novels, and ones in the works, into his writing. Not a surprise, since the writing of many is the composite of the author.
His theories are sound, truthful, and without hesitation. One must have a taste for humorist satire to be able to read his thoughts and smile. I wish he could have seen 2012 and to see what he would have to say about our planned demise. I'm sure he would mention something about it being planned all along. We know what we do to our world and now it is too late. Our gasoline junkie selves cannot tear away. He reminds us of this with a pleasant smile and a thumbs up. It is a shame that the world has taken him from us, but a blessing that we were able to keep him for so long.
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For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
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Spiritus Sancti."
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