October 2007 Archives

One of the worst feelings is when you do someone a favor -- like getting them a paying gig -- and they then betray you by complaining on their blog about the very work you got them.

That sort of behavior is: The Definition of Bad Taste.

If you don't like the job or appreciate the favor, that's fine, but keep it to yourself. 

No one wants to read about ungrateful complaining on a public blog. 

Whine to your friends and bad-mouth -- if you must -- those who do you favors... out of earshot and eyeshot!

A former beloved professor of mine in graduate school was found of saying this about that sort of betrayer:  "I will do nothing to hurt you; but I will also do nothing to help you."

The longer I live the more crass the world becomes.

It is commonplace today for many to use curse words at will -- equally against the beloved and strangers.

Is there ever a time when stealing is good?

Yes, the inspired stealing of imagination should always be encouraged.

There is no unoriginal theft left.

We all have bad days.

The key to surviving them is to keep your head down and your shoulders taught and to keep fighting.

Too often we give in to hardship and fall into sloth and laziness because getting the job done is too taxing.

We will never conquer the world of our fears by submitting to the easy path.

We only achieve our greatness by never allowing our disappointments to define us.

Terrorism is not a single, violent, act.

Terrorism is living in fear of what might happen and not what has happened.

Blogging is the new Theatre.

We are now our own producing companies and we create -- in real time -- new tragedies, musicals and comedies every single day online.

One of the greatest blog traffic exchanges of all time -- Blog Explosion -- is now officially dead from a purposeful implosion, a non-caring attitude and an inability to respond to user service requests.

There was a time when Blog Explosion ruled the Blog World. You'd meet new friends, get lots of new visitors and live high on the traffic hog.

Today, Blog Explosion is the gutter of a ghost town.  No one answers technical support inquiries.  No new blog approvals are happening.  No one is there.  The store is empty.  The well is dry.  The town is dust.

We weep for the loss.

I, The Machine.

I am a machine.

My invented mechanisms are a compliment.

Writing a book in under a month is of neither myth nor man but of machine.

The machine is me.

The book is life.

Few people understand the need for pay before pleasure.

I not talking about prostitution.

I am talking about work. 

Cultural values have shifted for the worse as workers require work to be "fun" instead of hard.

Even if work is dreary, we must learn to fight through the darkness and into the light. 

It is our vested interest in each other that keeps us from merely earning a living and getting a paycheck. 

Through the events of shared struggled we learn the value of joy and play and satiety -- but without the burdens -- the lightness we seek has no bearing.

The Wayback Machine can bring both pleasure and pain as you reflect back on who you used to be and where you hoped to land in your virtual internet dreams.

One of the hard lessons learned of an early life on the internet is that domain names have great value beyond the ordinary now. 

There is no such thing as impartiality.

We are not required -- by a sense of honor or a requirement of fairness -- to endlessly listen to all sides of an issue.

Because of our nature as selfish, yet cogent, beings -- we fail to realize how hard the world spins while we are sleeping.

We miss so much with our eyes closed and minds dreaming.

Forget Florida and Arizona as the final destination of carefree living for retirees.

Over the next generation, Colorado and Minnesota will become the new safe-haven for those wishing to spend their Golden Years in comfort as Global Warming trends continue to suffocate and fry us.

No one will want to face the steaming oceans or the baking desert in the coming perpetual heat wave.

We will instead seek out the solace of the cold and the soothing of the snow in order to preserve our burning bodies and to calm our boiling minds.

The role of any news department is to be critical in its coverage.

We do not need fawning and admiration from those delivering the news to us.

We need objectivity that is only created with a critical eye and deep analysis of what is happening to us in the world.

One must not need include two sides for any story.  Sometimes one side lies in order to cover the truths of the other and if those lies are proffered to us as "fairness in coverage" then those providing the podium for the lies are just as guilty of lying as those inventing the mistruths.

Our major media outlets need to step away from power and politics and money and return their loyalty and protections to the people who seek the truth in reporting from them even if it means the revelation of darkness pretending to be light and blood covering bodies in pieces.