Are Clowns Sexier Than Mimes?

I overheard one of the younger people at the gym say he couldn’t imagine dating in the eighties and I laughed loud enough for him to hear me.

We made eye contact and when he asked me why it was funny I told him it was because we had to know how to talk to women and couldn’t hide behind a screen.

He challenged me to give him my best pick up line and I said to ask a woman “Are clowns sexier than mimes?”

I silently begged him to respond with “surely you can’t be serious” so I could respond with “I am serious and don’t call me Shirley” but alas he didn’t set me up.

Didn’t even give me an “inconceivable” to work with either but you can’t always get what you want.

But we did go back and forth for a few and so I was able to tell him my best lines were always connected to making women laugh.

“I have always believed making women laugh was important. They have already heard all the lines about being beautiful and or sexy. Laughter is better, it is disarming and hopefully charming. Good things usually come from laughter”

Side note, if your almost 25 year son accuses you of having assaulted him with a biological weapon and you can’t blame the dog you can always respond with “you weren’t assaulted or ‘a-peppered’ by me.”

If he is like my son he’ll tell you it really wasn’t funny to which you’ll agree and remind him since you changed many of his diapers this might be payback.

How Do You Spend Your Time

If you know my hometown you know the 405 freeway is pretty damn busy and you can appreciate that I was less thrilled to hear it is starting just before I go back.

I spend quite a bit of time behind the wheel though not as much as I did when I was a full time resident of LA so the news got me thinking about the overall question of “How do you spend your time.”

It is a question I have often thought about though my focus upon it increased after my father died. It is part of why it is common to find me listening to one of the books I have downloaded on Audible, podcasts or interviews I find to be of interest.

Musical Interlude

Brothers In Arms– Dire Straits

The Man Is Too Strong– Dire Straits

All I Know– Art Garfunkel

ארז לב ארי – בסוף היום

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to segue from the music with the quote above or this one

I am not a teacher, but an awakener.- Robert Frost

Take what you will from these words, these quotes and the music. Find what resonates with you and don’t worry about what I might be saying or trying to say.

Sometimes the author doesn’t know what the fuck is going on and that is why they are pounding upon the keyboard in search of clarity.

Clarity about their thoughts and feelings and or what they might see somewhere else. It is a search for answers even those you might not ever reach as well as those you might prefer not to discover.

Sometimes you think if you only knew the reason why someone did or didn’t do something you could find a place for it inside your head and that would provide peace.

But that doesn’t always work because people don’t always have rational, logical or reasonable explanations for what they do or did.

I like that Cat Stevens song I quoted because it makes the most sense to me. I listen to my soul and I do everything I can to taste life…often.

Cuz you need to experience the things that make songs like Goodbye rock you to your core. If you haven’t had your heart broken or broken a heart you haven’t really lived…not like you could.

If you haven’t had occasion to understand the importance of love and compassion you’re crippled in some areas.

Are You Still Reading?

The long time readers who have been around for the decades might recognize the tapestry of thoughts and ideas I am trying to weave or they might not.

The new ones might wonder what the hell is going on and ask if Wilner can tell a coherent tale with a beginning, middle and end.

They might ask a series of questions or have already clicked on and away to other things. They don’t know every time I hear this song it takes me back to when I found out my uncle was dying.

They won’t be familiar with my memories of watching Philadelphia in a theater listening to the men behind me sob and how at just short of 25 I wrestled with knowing my uncle was going to die.

They haven’t seen the political rants, the short stories or the random thoughts so this might be the one shot to secure or lose their interest.

All of which is to say this is a personal blog so I don’t worry about whether I have one or 1 million readers. I get paid the same either way.

That’s all I have for now, the closing song is an old favorite. If you want to read some of the older work click here.