The Misanthrope – Sunday’s Lighter Side

Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.
Philip Larkin (1922 - 1985), poet

Work. The day job has been incredibly busy of late and I have had no time or energy to write. My newspapers are stacking up, three a day, unopened. Well, I do pull the sports page out to look at baseball scores and stats. The last three days I have been very pleased to see the Dodgers lose, but they are still a strong team, which is unfortunate for me now that I dislike the Dodger brass so much.

Minor Blog Anniversary. Last Sunday was our six-month anniversary here at Toner Mishap. The numbers have been steadily going up. Why? Readers like comics and B2’s grocery shopping excursions. They like On the Mark’s always on target posts, and some of my rantings about various things. Together, if I do say so myself, we have an eclectic mix of items and a number of intelligent readers and whose comments all keep the page relatively entertaining and interesting. I’ll stop the self promoting, before I really start to believe it.

However, there have been days when I wonder why I do this and how long I can keep it up. Blogging is very time consuming. Toner Mishap has not skipped a day of adding new content since we started. Thankfully, B2 is very prolific and has many items in reserve for the days when I have nothing. On the Mark generally posts in the afternoon. Happy belated anniversary guys.

I just returned from the book store and picked up Charles Bukowski’s book “Shifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.” The first poem called “so you want to be a writer,” which has a passage:

when it is truly time
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in
you

I don’t have the same passion as what is talked about above, but if I don’t write, I miss writing.

The Vic. On the Mark and I hit The Vic in Santa Monica Thursday night for the 10 p.m. show of jazz legend Sheila Jordan. The L. A. Times gave her an excellent review. I believe On the Mark thoroughly enjoyed it as well. I thought there were a few solid moments, but honestly, I enjoyed my chocolate bread pudding and cream sauce with a black cup of coffee even more. Jordan is a jazz purest and according to the article there were many singers in the audience watching her; she was just not my cup of tea.