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I know the lingo from some trips to Baja and elsewhere in my youth.

 

Think of what the lyrics are saying.

 

On a dark desert highway

 

Smoking a joint (warm smell of colitus rising up through the air)

 

Then he comes upon the Hotel California

 

Is it a pot induced hallucination or is it a reality?

 

It's similar to Coleridge and his opium dream "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a staely pleasure dome decree"

 

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/kubla-khan

 

Believe what you want.

 

colitus, at least you didn't go with colitis ... 555

 

There are a lot of myths about what Hotel California means, ranging from Satanism to it is based on some Hotel, both in Mexico and California with coincidentally the same name.

 

I believe the song is based strictly about loss of innocence.

 

As far as urban legends go, a lot of what is believed today is BS. Media, especially social media which is omnipresent these days has a lot to answer for. Much of what is believed today ranging from myths about drug culture to fake news is based on what we called in US Military 'circular reporting.' One source picks up a lie/fable and distributes it to another with it eventually coming full circle to the original source who pronounces it... confirmation. There was one earlier this week from Dow Jones reporting Google was buying Apple and the number of news outlet that took it for gospel was telling.

 

I'll ask Henly about Hotel California next time I see him near Atlanta ... in east Texas.

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555, here's where I'm headed ...   Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf for 70 years and every day since his retirement 25 years ago. One day he arrives home looking downcast. "That's i

There is the caveat that as your financial ability to enjoy retirement goes up, your physical ability goes down.

I was watching some program about Germany years ago and this German guy was a real workaholic. He said about the difference between the Germans and the French, "The Germans live to work, the French wo

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There are a lot of myths about what Hotel California means, ranging from Satanism to it is based on some Hotel, both in Mexico and California with coincidentally the same name.

 

I believe the song is based strictly about loss of innocence.

 

As far as urban legends go, a lot of what is believed today is BS. Media, especially social media which is omnipresent these days has a lot to answer for. Much of what is believed today ranging from myths about drug culture to fake news is based on what we called in US Military 'circular reporting.' One source picks up a lie/fable and distributes it to another with it eventually coming full circle to the original source who pronounces it... confirmation.

 

I'll ask Henly about Hotel California next time I see him near Atlanta ... in east Texas.

 

Of course. Have others tell you what you didn't live through.

How old are you?

 

Did you live the time and the lifestyle?

 

Are you a musician? Rock?

 

You love to dig deep holes. Enjoy!

 

Bye.

 

Of course. Have others tell you what you didn't live through.

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How old are you?

 

Did you live the time and the lifestyle?

 

Are you a musician? Rock?

 

You love to dig deep holes. Enjoy!

 

Bye.

 

Of course. Have others tell you what you didn't live through.

 

I'm 64, played air guitar to Ted Nugent like most in my crowd. I did serve in Vietnam but after LOLDusa and Yuri/Andropov.

 

We never called a bud colitas before Hotel California, especially in Vietnam.

 

I do believe you think you did, and know you can google about it to convince yourself you did; not dis-similar to there's a couple of BMs here that think there was an image of satan in the smoke arising from the twin towers at 9/11. Then again, they also think 9/11 was an inside job.

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I'm 64, played air guitar to Ted Nugent like most in my crowd. I did serve in Vietnam but after LOLDusa and Yuri/Andropov.

 

We never called a bud colitas before Hotel California, especially in Vietnam.

 

I do believe you think you did, and know you can google about it to convince yourself you did; not dis-similar to there's a couple of BMs here that think there was an image of satan in the smoke arising from the twin towers at 9/11. Then again, they also think 9/11 was an inside job.

 

Roflmao. Colitus is Mexican. Aside from the Nam we probably have nothing in common.

 

Saw that image. It freaked my late mother out. Photoshop. They is not me.

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Roflmao. Colitus is Mexican. Aside from the Nam we probably have nothing in common.

 

Saw that image. It freaked my late mother out. Photoshop. They is not me.

 

Seriously Dude are you for real 555, at least google the proper spelling.

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Reminds me of a Don Henly conversation. As you likely know Henly is from Texas not California. Considered the quintessential California band by many Timothy Schmidt is actuzlly the only Eagles band member past or present that is from California.

 

Any way I am trustee of a family ranch in East Texas and one Saturday morning, Henly who is from nearby Linden, Texas came into the feedstore I was in. I think other than me, only the store clerk recognized him. Henly was browsing through some cattle feed options and noticed I was picking certain varieties and he asked me why I picked the choices I did. We went on talking about ranching and towards the end of about a 10-minute conversation I just had to ask him ... WTF does 'colitas' mean. I've read lots of explanation and guesses over the years all over the internet, some attributed to Henly.

 

He said ... it means nothing ... he made it up because he liked how it sounded. All those blurbs about it is part of a hemp plant or marijuana bud are just BS.

 

 

WE always used to sing "warm smell of COLITIS" Poooooooooooooooo

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Good to see this exchange had some connection to the Ageing thread. :D

 

lol, I just posted on another topic and the spell check function wasn't working. Thank God for online dictionaries. I think the biggest frustration with aging for me is spelling, not aches and pains. I was a pretty good speller in my youth and now I am a terrible speller. I read this is quite common. It does not manifest in other areas. My memory is fine in all othe ways. Just spelling.

 

Is there a pill for this?

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lol, I just posted on another topic and the spell check function wasn't working. Thank God for online dictionaries. I think the biggest frustration with aging for me is spelling, not aches and pains. I was a pretty good speller in my youth and now I am a terrible speller. I read this is quite common. It does not manifest in other areas. My memory is fine in all othe ways. Just spelling.

 

Is there a pill for this?

Yez, I get a buttle of them.

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Good to see this exchange had some connection to the Ageing thread. :D

 

Yes, one-on-one tennis matches and thread fucks seem to be common...

 

Ageing is inevitable, so we got older reading this... <_>

 

 

"Why so serious?"

 

Agree to disagree

 

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Does anyone else find themselves rushing to interject in a conversation because you've thought of something witty or pertinent and want to get it out before you forget what you were going to say?

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Does anyone else find themselves rushing to interject in a conversation because you've thought of something witty or pertinent and want to get it out before you forget what you were going to say?

 

Not yet but you are now scaring me.

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Does anyone else find themselves rushing to interject in a conversation because you've thought of something witty or pertinent and want to get it out before you forget what you were going to say?

Yes, I was just going to say................no.....it's gone again.

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Does anyone else find themselves rushing to interject in a conversation because you've thought of something witty or pertinent and want to get it out before you forget what you were going to say?

 

Sorry, i didn't realize it was a private conversation we were 'interjecting' ourselves. I'll stay out of it then....

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Does anyone else find themselves rushing to interject in a conversation because you've thought of something witty or pertinent and want to get it out before you forget what you were going to say?

 

555, here's where I'm headed ...

 

Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf for 70 years and every day since his retirement 25 years ago.

One day he arrives home looking downcast.

"That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad that once I've hit the ball I can't see where it went."

His wife sympathizes and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, "Why don't you take my brother, Henry, with you and give it one more try..."

"That's no good,” sighs Arthur, your brother's a hundred and three. He can't help."

"He may be a hundred and three", says the wife, "but his eyesight is perfect"

So the next day Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law, Henry. He tees up, takes an almighty swing and squints down the fairway.

He turns to the brother-in-law. "Did you see my ball, Henry?"

"Of course I did!" replied Henry. "I have perfect eyesight, I saw exactly where it went".

"Where did it go?" says Arthur.

"I don't remember."

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Sorry, i didn't realize it was a private conversation we were 'interjecting' ourselves. I'll stay out of it then....

My well used retort when such happens is 'Sorry, was I talking while you were interrupting?'!

 

(Then duck)

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555, here's where I'm headed ...

 

Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf for 70 years and every day since his retirement 25 years ago.

One day he arrives home looking downcast.

"That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad that once I've hit the ball I can't see where it went."

His wife sympathizes and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, "Why don't you take my brother, Henry, with you and give it one more try..."

"That's no good,” sighs Arthur, your brother's a hundred and three. He can't help."

"He may be a hundred and three", says the wife, "but his eyesight is perfect"

So the next day Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law, Henry. He tees up, takes an almighty swing and squints down the fairway.

He turns to the brother-in-law. "Did you see my ball, Henry?"

"Of course I did!" replied Henry. "I have perfect eyesight, I saw exactly where it went".

"Where did it go?" says Arthur.

"I don't remember."

 

 

Great joke. Didn't see it coming.

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Yesterday was the 65th anniversary of my birthday. It now coincides with a sad day for Thailand so I have an excuse to keep it quiet.......

Another annual trip to Cabbages and Condoms.........Their best room.......jacuzzi on the private balcony and another in the bathroom.. ....Just now a mother goose ferry passed with 5 tethered speedboats in tow. Clean beach, sea quiet. Exotic flora.......5 mins from home and I feel like I'm in brochure Thailand.

 

Two of my plans went awry yesterday...........But two new ones capered in stage-left via a nearby establishment and one somewhat further away.

 

Lovely day/night.......We are lucky here!

 

Regulation now I'm 65 senior moment occurred ...........Entered the 2nd very dark bar. Didn't see anything I fancied. Sat down ordered a coffee. All the girls available and standing at attention shrugged and sat down at ease.

 

A small one sidles up. I've made calls from this place many times over the years.......And thought, 'oh I know her.......good shag! Ok just had one but nothing to lose.......It's only money spoil yourself atlas2 lad.......

 

'Would you like a drink?'.........Stupid question.......but it's code you know for, 'get your tits out'

 

She called me by my name.......I'm thinking how do you remember? not shagged her for about a year and every day that door opens and closes and opens and closes.....I said, 'You remember the good customers and the very bad ones, which am I?'

 

"If you bad i not come over"...Neatly done I thought, she should be teaching diplomacy at the British FO.

 

Well I won't bore you with the conversation which went on seamlessly.........and yet completely at cross purposes.....Until it finally dawned on me this was not the girl I'd made several 'trunk calls' with at the bar we were in but girl I knew from two bars Paradise and Mango on the darkside.......She'd disappeared a few years back and I'd lost track of her.

 

Anyway that decided the matter and it was up the wooden hills to Bedfordshire.........Me thinking.....'My name's hopefully not atlas2 for nothing.'

 

Much later in the evening in the Jacuzzi........A glass of Yellow Tail and a bellyful of gang keow wan I considered my 'lot' and hope it lasts a while longer.

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