I've been Blogging for almost 4 months now.

I don't even know what BLOG stands for & saw one for the first time maybe a year ago.

Because of my compulsive & additive nature I avoid new things that might suck me in.

My original intention was to create a photo journal of sorts.

Mostly pictures, with a short sentence, or no explanation at all, for as the the mouth breathing masses say; "A picture is worth a 1000 words". I disagree. My imagination tends to be more lovely than life.

Back to point, this BLOG was not meant as my soapbox... but here I go.

Just finished watching JULIE & JULIA, a film, no heterosexual male should admit enjoying, yet I loved it. For some reason this "feel good movie of the year" spawned this rant.

My wife is a foodie, restaurant owner, caterer & cuisine student. Her cook book collection pails in comparison to motorcycle library, but that is just me bragging.

In 1999 I meet Jack Silverman at the ARMA races which used to be held at Steamboat Springs.

For some reason he took a liking to me & invited Kelly & I to stay a time with him in his home in Aspen. Jack & I shopped that day, we were to cook dinner for the girls that night. Salmon with a heavy pesto sauce, cooked out of doors with snow at our feet huddled around his side yard adobe oven. That night I slept blissfully under 800 thread count sheets. I bored Jack quickly, as I am sure my use of 'the' before university or hospital gave away my middleclassness, & we don't keep in touch. A shame really, I like him.

Now to my point. There are clear cut lines between social economic classes. Don't fool your self the poor know who they are as well as the rich know who they are. They seldom ever develop meaningful relationships. There is no climbing. Bill Gates is middle class with billions of dollars, so is Oprah. Now a Carnegie, Morgan, Getty or Rockerfeller is high class. These people hide, the new rich show themselves. I have clients with millions of dollars & others with billions. The ones that made it in their life time are quite different from those born with it.

Their is no climbing in one generation. But there is one group that throughout the ages has been able to move back & forth, slipping between class divides. Court Jesters, Artists, Authors, Poets, Starlets & and other such people that the rich find as interesting as a yacht or a fine time piece.

I have flown to a place alone in a Lear jet & returned home on a Greyhound bus. I have slept in my van in the parking lot of the Ritz Carlton waiting for my several thousand dollar complimentary room. I've had Top Ramen for lunch & fois grasse for dinner.

Artist are treated special(PC for retarded). If our joke is in poor taste, it is tolerated, if our behavior is not acceptable, we are eccentric. Somehow the rich as well as the rest of us let artists be freaks, because we can't help it, were different. I think I ought to be held accountable for my stupidities, but as long as people forgive... the worst I'll get.