Sell Me Candy, Sell Me Love, Sell Me Heaven, Sell Me Doves.

If you’ve recently found periods of fec­kless­ness here, pos­ted bet­ween things which have a point of course, you are not alone. I’ve noti­ced it myself. The rea­son for this, a disc­reet yet not com­plete con­ge­la­tion of parts of my life. The wish for inte­gra­tion makes it neces­sary for me to smell the roses, start pain­ting, prac­tice yoga, do Pila­tes, and work. I am figu­ring out how to do it well while making various per­so­nal choi­ces. I’m trying to make it fit… this life I currently lead. I’m trying to decide on direc­tions, collec­tions, which pie­ces must be added or sub­trac­ted in order to mold this life into a ver­sion I will be con­tent with. It’s taking some time to work everything into place.

What’s wrong with only one res­pec­ta­ble post a week?

My quest for Pea­nut Chews ended this week when this web­site ope­ned, con­se­quently on the very same day I found them at a local super­mar­ket. I’d been loo­king for months, both here and in NY. They disap­pea­red a cou­ple of years ago when the ori­gi­nal makers sold out to another com­pany, none of this did I know until this past week, and I have been on a quest to find them since. My father loves them, and as vegans can eat them my mother can par­take and does. I’m not sure how hard anyone in my family actually loo­ked for them over the last year — sup­po­sedly we’ve been on been on a collec­tive look-out for them, sen­ding inves­ti­ga­tors from coast to coast. It turns out they are made in Pennsyl­va­nia. I’m sen­ding a large box, ten bags, of Pea­nut Chews to my parents tomo­rrow. I don’t doubt my father will be ecstatic.

Ima­gi­ning Our­sel­ves Film Fest. Some good stuff.

Notes on Burma at the Dar­fur Blog.

Free mam­mo­grams by clic­king. I actually chec­ked out this clic­king thing the other day in regard to other cha­ri­ties and it appears to be valid.

Fun vid: One in which John Ste­wart rips a fine hole in that sexist creep Chris Matthews. One of the big­gest tools on the telly gets his — sort of. He loo­ked like a stam­me­ring idiot sho­wing his true colors, not that they weren’t suf­fi­ciently blin­ding already.


title borro­wed from lyrics writ­ten by Terius Nash, Makeba Rid­dick, Timothy Mosley

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16 Comments

  • Hey Coo­per: I think one res­pec­ta­ble post a week is more than enough. Sounds like you have a lot going on right now. And I can totally relate. Work/Life balance is something I am stri­ving for and for the past six weeks I have been focus­sed on my work res­pon­si­bi­li­ties, lea­ving very little time for blog­ging, wri­ting, tal­king a walk and sme­lling the roses.

    I didn’t know Pea­nut Chews actually exis­ted, or that they were vegan-approved snacks. I’m sure your dad will be plea­sed that you thought of him.

    Thanks for being stic­king by me! Have a great wee­kend, XINE

  • My heart goes out to you about the Pea­nut Chews. I’d like to try them myself — they look like healthy Snicker’s bars. Here in Ger­many I have my own strug­gles to find cho­co­late chips with which to make cho­co­late chip coo­kies. The gene­rally aren’t sold here, though I have heard occa­sio­nal rumors of sightings.

    One post a week is rea­so­na­ble — it’s about qua­lity, not quan­tity. Enough blogs are trying the quan­tity route.

    Thanks for giving me/us a set of links to explore.

  • I always seem to go on quests for food that I haven’t had in awhile or have never expe­rien­ced before. It doesn’t mat­ter what time the urge stri­kes me, I just have to drive till I find it.

    Just ask Sonic Burger.

  • Why does it all have to be deci­ded right now? It’s more of a pro­cess, with allo­wan­ces for mid-course correc­tion. I always look for escape routes.

  • Fec­kless­ness. Con­ge­la­tion. Integration.

    I am again beco­ming best friends with my dictionary.

    Inde — why not try going to hersheys.com and seeing what their inter­na­tio­nal divi­sion has for cho­co­late chips in Ger­many? I know you can get their chips in Stutt­gart and have heard that retail out­lets in other coun­tries can be loca­ted through the Hersheys.com web­site. Or send them an email request through their website.

    Just Born, Inc., is in Beth­lehem, PA, just off I-78. It is rela­ti­vely unk­nown but their pro­ducts are everywhere. Mike & Ike, Hot Tama­les, Peeps. Yes, evil peeps that melt in your mic­ro­wave. One new peeps line this year is orange pump­kins. Still 100% toothrot.

    You could visit their retail store after stop­ping at Cabela’s at Rts 78/61 and hiking to the top of Hawk Moun­tain to watch the yearly southern migra­tion of raptors.

  • Days like this I love Jon Ste­wart and I’d have mis­sed that mag­ni­fi­cent piece of work if not for you. Good luck with the decision-making and breathe easy: The grea­test gift that huma­nity recei­ves, bet­ter than fire or song, is that for all of our plan­ning, ste­wing and drea­ming, all of our choi­ces go wrong.

  • Hey Coo­per — xine is right — one post per week from you = 25 of most others, do the best you can and the rest will fall in place. Glad you found me in spite of my new ava­tar, btw!

  • If you mean one good post and a few you would con­si­der not so good I’m with the com­ment above. I think you’ve got this blog­ging thing down.

    The orga­ni­zing and inte­gra­tion of things — thro­wing out this, adding that, making it all work plus adding some fun and rela­xa­tion is called life. It is a con­ti­nuum. When all that ends we are either crazy or dead.

    Great video, I’d have mis­sed it too. Chris goes to school. My wife is going to love it. I’m emai­ling it to her now.

  • I adore Jon Ste­wart. Thanks so much for that video link. I’ll have to check it out. I really love your blog layout. I think it’s the nicest one I’ve seen thus far. It’s very artis­tic, color­ful and yet easy on the eyes. You have great taste! ;)

  • I see nothing wrong with one res­pec­ta­ble post a month, that’s just me. I don’t think I’ve ever had a pea­nut chew?

    Fec­kless is a strange word, not a word I usually pair with your name. Ever­yone is rea­rran­ging their lives right now. Ever­yone here has said it, the shif­ting around this and that is a con­ti­nuous thing. Might as well get used to it.

    Can’t see the video from here, I’ll look at it later.

  • XINE: It’s the balance which is so illu­sive. I’m sure at the very least he will have a big smile on his face.

    You to and enjoy it to the max.

    Inde: Yes it’s been one decent post a week for a few weeks, the rest are fillers because I often work in front of my com­pu­ter, and it’s always on so I am lured to the blog to post non­sense at times.

    They are pretty good although now they come in light and dark cho­co­late. The dark cho­co­late are still the best.

    MoJo: There are no Sonic bur­gers Pla­ces in Mary­land at all. there was one close to the Uni­ver­sity I heard tell — is the food legen­dary or what? I don’t eat meat so I never had a meal there.

    San­dra: Cer­tain things need to be deci­ded and I’ve had to add some mis­sing com­po­nents back into my life — I’m also overly fond of order.

    SK: Your dic­tio­nary is your friend, so that is a good thing. Seriously though web gra­der gave me a 6TH or 8th grade rea­ding level so I thought I’d kick it up a notch. ;)

    The only rea­son I found those candy bars was because I had found their site and the fact they made “Peeps”. I saw the pump­kin Peeps and kept loo­king ‚as I figu­red if the place had one pro­duct from this com­pany it was likely they had another. The pac­ka­ging is dif­fe­rent which is why I didn’t see them piled up in the front, with all the other various can­dies, right away. They used to come in dark brown packaging.

    Maybe you should just pop into the fac­tory and get me some, I mean they have to be chea­per from the fac­tory right?

    Doug: I’m glad I sho­wed you something you haven’t seen How often does that hap­pen? I’m going to cele­brate this event tonight — five more pea­nut chews for me.

    Harriett: Those ava­tar chan­ges kill me. I do many things from a visual point of view, but yes I found you. Next time send out a flyer first. ;)

    Jacob: From what I know of your wife she will appre­ciate it.
    I know you’re right about that but I like to be sort of set and orga­ni­zed — with plans. If they do not work out that is fine i just like to have them. I also miss cer­tain other acti­vi­ties and nee­ded to work on fit­ting them in.

    Anti­Bar­bie: Love that name by the way, you’re wel­come for the link I think it impor­tant to share this one in par­ti­cu­lar.
    I’m fond of this theme as well. It the first Word­Press theme I’ve kept for more than a month. I think it the com­bi­na­tion of geo­metry and graphics’s which pulls at my heart strings. That and the fact that at first some peo­ple go “Like WTF?”.

    kait: We must talk. Yea, I know I’m not the only one.

  • Bet­ter one per week than one per month. (Like myself.)

    Maybe it’s the fall sea­son that has you doing so much reas­sess­ment. At least you are thin­king (and doing) something that will make you bet­ter as a person.

  • Watched the book inter­view. It sounds like a ver­sion of “How to Win Friends and Influence Peo­ple” without the admo­ni­tion to be sin­cere about what you do. I think that’s what a lot of peo­ple want to hear, so expect the book to be suc­cess­ful anyway.

  • it’s a trend i’m seeing in my own life as well, coo­per. life beyond this flic­ke­ring screen bec­kons. i’m run­ning with arms outstretched.

  • Inde: It’s the Belt­way men­ta­lity of those who get a hard on from the game of poli­tics — be it par­ti­ci­pa­ting or reporting.

    Jason: I think, as some have said, life is a cons­tant mash of things which need adjus­ting. In my case at this moment it may mean the blog does not get as much atten­tion as usual.

    Illy­ria: It is impor­tant to run with arms outs­tretched I think. The alter­na­tive makes the mind quite claus­tropho­bic. Some peo­ple can write from within but I, and quite likely you although you do both well, must have a life on the outside in order to offer up it’s beauty, or sad­ness, in words.

  • I haven’t been here in a few, don’t see a whole lot of fec­kless­ness. Con­ge­la­tion — had to look it up, stop it. If you wrote once a week I might be able to keep up.