Welcome to The Epic! I am launching this blog as a manifesto for and a guide to living well. The title and motto of the blog are taken from the Epicureans, at least some of whom believed in the notion that not one minute of the future was guaranteed to them and that as a result they had the duty to live life to its fullest every moment.
I believe in discovering fun and pleasurable things wherever I find myself each day and I am told I have a knack for unearthing them. My hope is that by sharing in my pleasures and some of my ways of finding them you will begin to collect all the riches that lie in the moments of your life. They are there. Take them! All our lives should be.....Epic.
I just saw it today. Do yourself a favor. If you are a fan of The Epic, you will love this movie. It is my new favorite movie. Ever. Displacing the hitherto undisplacable The Quite Man.
Do yourself another favor. This movie deserves a fine meal. Before. Not after. After, you want to be sitting by yourself, having a Calvados, listening to Cole Porter. Wondering about yourself. And about whether all times really do coexist. Having seen this movie I certainly hope they do.
I've made up my mind. In the early months of 2012, I'm going.
Random memories from many Northern Wisconsin 300 person home town Fourth of July holidays...
1. Kids decorating our bikes for the parade. 2. Old fellows wearing hats from the American Legion. 3. Pumpkin ball games [where the men would play baseball with a ball the size of a pumpkin]. 4. Watermelon [available only one day a year]. 5. Contests to see who could spit the watermelon seeds the farthest. 6. My Swedish grandma having my grandpa nail spinning fireworks to the pole that held up the laundry drying line in our back yard. 7. Waiting breathless for my Dad to come back into town from working far away, his auto trunk loaded with fresh yellow corn that we shucked and boiled in a big pot. 8. The sun setting long into the northern evening as bratwurst sausages cooked on a charcoal grill. 9. Fireflies dancing in the fading light, the only fireworks our town could afford. 10. Hearing a phonograph record in our small living room playing "Hooray For The Red White and Blue". 11. The odd feeling, even then, that those sort of days were rapidly dwindling in number. 12. Freedom, glorious freedom.
Happy Fourth of July to all freedom seekers everywhere. ML
In my early 60s, widower, father and itinerant storyteller. I am a putative jazz singer, poet and novelist, dedicated to mining every minute of life for the veins of pleasure they contain. My motto is "Dum Vivimus, Vivamus"..."While we Live--LET US LIVE".