Good morning folks. How’s everyone handling this recent heat wave? I have been handling it by venturing into higher elevations, swimming in spring fed lakes, and finding shade as much as possible. This is time of year that I also tend to take two or three cold showers a day. Did you know that chilly water increases blood circulation, releases mood-boosting endorphins, prevents Alzheimer’s, and overall can make us more productive beings? It is true; the one catch is can you tolerate it or not? I have often referred to where I live, Lake Tahoe as the fountain of youth. It does make complete sense if you think about it, when taking a plunge in her ice cold water, she practically has a preserving effect on the soul and the youthful exuberance we portray, when enjoying life in her company.
The other day I was talking with my neighbor about the recent heat wave, and I referred to the old idiom, “the dog days of summer”. He proceeded to ask me where exactly that expression came from? There I stood, stumped, because I didn’t know the answer. I just always assumed it was a reference, in light of the lazy activity that most dogs portray on these hot summer days, laying in the shade, panting and barely moving. So I of course, being the stubborn bookworm that I have become, had to find out all there is to know that behind this saying. Guess what? It has nothing whatsoever to do with dogs.
“The dog days of summer” is a celestial phrase that refers to the sultry, sweaty days of midsummer. It is typical to be a time patented in lethargic indolence. The facts behind the antique nature of this expression are captivating, to say the least. It is attributed to when Sirius, or the Dog Star, rises with the Sun. The actual dates of this occurrence are often changing due to the wobbly effect of Earth’s rotation. They are reckoned to be around the first week of July through the second week of August. The Greeks and the Romans connected this celestial phenomenon with severe drought, maddening dogs, extreme heat, and sudden thunderstorms and catastrophic events. The rising of the Dog Star on the horizon with the Sun in tow was synonymous with the annual flooding of the Nile, in ancient Egypt. The Chinese view this star as being the watchdog, or Orion’s dog, that protects the bridge between heaven and hell. The Dog or God Star is the brightest star visible to man. It will only get brighter as it moves closer to earth. It is 8.7 light years away and who’s to say that it has any direct effect on our weather pattern, meteorologically speaking. I will have to disagree with the lethargic activity mumbo jumbo, instead of beating the heat on the central air-cooled couch. I would rather climb a mountain where the air is pure and my stratosphere near.
With that being said. Activity on this blog will be lethargically inactive until the first week of August, call it the dog days of Barstool Buddha. I will still throw the weekly poetic party. This all boils down to me in the end. I have to go climb that goddamn mountain. I need to get my own planets back in orbit. Harness my chi, and all that jazz. I will still write daily and hopefully have a head start walking back through the door. You see a while back I started a post called the Heart of Heroism; I never finished it because I stumbled across something huge while searching through the significant battles between good and evil. I feel it to be pretty significant, and its got my head all wound up.
You wouldn’t be at all surprised if I said that something is me, and that’s exactly what it is, it’s myself. The only way my message will continue to manifest itself into whatever and the hell it is. Is by me continuing to grow, in all facets of my life, not just my writing, right? Experience is greater than wealth will ever be, and I must get out and continue to explore myself through these new experiences. There is a promotion on the horizon at work, and I must put more of my energy in getting the foundation laid there, it shouldn’t be hard. Foundations are easy to lay with hard working strength in numbers, and proper use of talent. When I put all my energy back into work, you know who is going to show up, more eager than ever? That would be my old friend Ego. Old Humble on the other side of the see-saw should have no problem, distributing proper balance, but you never know what could really happen when those two get together, especially on the playground inside my head.
I am going to climb a mountain and I have always been enamored by Matterhorn, right outside of Bridgeport, California. I haven’t climbed a mountain in its entirety since Alaska. That was fifteen years ago. It’s sad but very true. So I need to put more energy into getting my ass in better shape. If you are not familiar with Matterhorn, it is the mountain that Ray Smith and Japhy Ryder attempt to climb in Kerouac’s novel the “The Dharma Bums”. If you haven’t read the book, I suggest you do. It’s a pleasant read against the backdrop of an individual’s dissecting of dualism. Yes, I know it sounds familiar. So in short, you can see I have a lot on my plate. I need to take a hike and as much as I would like to bring you all along with me, I would, but I can’t. I can only share with you the stories that I bring back. It’s time to finish the book, but before I can do that, I have to go water the garden. Maybe I will see you out there in the wilderness.
The following video is how I plan to get in shape for my adventure. These guys are the funkiest band out there right now.
Thank you for stopping by. I will be back sooner rather than later.
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