I'll Tumble For Ya

“Your grace overwhelms me.
Your words touch me.
They are the greatest gift.
Greater than any riches.”
-Jonathan Rhys Myers,
The Tudors
Season I, Episode 2

Significant words have been shared with me by others that I would like to post here on my BLOG from time to time. Here are a few for today:

Thank you ‘Dustin Nipper’:

Summer afternoon-
Summer afternoon…
The two most beautiful words
in the English language.
-Henry James

‘The brain appears to possess a special area which we may call ‘poetic memory’ and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives “beautiful”.
-Milan Kundera
“The Unbearable Lightness of Being”

Thank you Joseph Fingerett:
"It takes 8000 bolts to assemble a car, but only one nut to scatter it all over the road."
-Frank Stewart

A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.
-Winston Churchill

Thank you Barbara Louise Reynolds:
"Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is."
– Erich Fromm

“Some mornings I wake up with an alien on my face.”
-Unknown

Thank you Gloria W F Cohen:
About the time we can make the ends meet, somebody moves the ends.
-Herbert Hoover

A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing.
-Oscar Wilde

Thank you Brenda Lanham-Timmons:
"I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people."
-Vincent Van Gogh

We possess within us a force of incalculable power, which, if ...we direct it in a conscious and wise manner, gives us the mastery of ourselves and allows us not only to escape... from physical and mental ills, but also to live in relative happiness.
-Emile Coue

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 9, 1984
Sunday

I received a phone call at about 10AM. It was Chris Cordellos.
“I’m ready to go,” Chris said.
And so, I drove out to Concord and we headed to L.A.

We ate at Wendy’s in Lompoc, California. Then we drove through a town called Guadalupe that made us laugh (for some reason). I had a few spats with Chris during the drive down. It was silly but he wanted to repeatedly hear the ‘Culture Club’ tune “I’ll Tumble for Ya” and I didn’t want to hear it. It's too 'gay' for me.
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In addition, it made me feel like I was 'tumbling for him'. Chris talked a lot about the good time he had yesterday with Elliot and Clay at the nude beach. I could see it all now. Chris enjoyed his freedom. For some reason, his relationship with me makes him feel he is not free to do as he pleases. He wants to explore and he ‘can and will’. He has to know that we will only be friends. He has to understand that fact.

We arrived in Los Angeles at about 9:45 at night. We drove through Santa Monica Boulevard where we saw the nightclub called ‘Rage’. We went there and danced the night away. We both worked up a sweat (from all of the soft drinks we had driving down here). We went to BLADES for a while, too (another club).

And thereafter we did something unusual. It was Chris’ idea to sleep on the beach. We slept on Venice Beach! It was kind of dirty on the beach after the Sunday gatherings I suppose. We found a clean spot and fell asleep quickly.

It was a very short dream when we both woke up startled by the noise. We woke to a giant colossal tractor that was combing the beach at around 5AM! I guess that is when they clean the beaches. It was not the best of a nights’ sleep…let me tell you. I am hoping the next few nights are better.