this blog...as everything else i do on the interwebnetmatrix...is about chasing...powerful words...pretty pictures...good music...and most important...connecting with other human beings...that said...here are...three things of which you can be sure...
1. you will not find...trucker caps...coffee mugs...t-shirts...mouse pads...or other ephemera...for sale...on this on any other electronic venue that i am associated with...when you do see a sales pitch...it will be for...my words...or the words of others...
2. speaking of words...this is a blog...it's pretty much disposible...this is where i get to cut loose...throw poop and bananna peels...as it were...have fun...make fun...and vent...hopefully in a creative and interesting fashion...most of the time i dont take it too seriously...you shouldn't either...
3. this thing is a network...that means i will make efforts to reach out and touch some of you from time to time...i expect you to do the same...
Johnny Cash Loves You!
July 13, 2005
July 10, 2005
if you need more reasons...
why self publishing is a viable option...read this article...besides...i'd rather do all the work myself...as my new wife is finding out for herself...that way I get...all the responsibility...all the glory...and all the blame...that's okay...that's the way i want it...
Johnny Cash Loves You!
Johnny Cash Loves You!
July 8, 2005
June 30, 2005
it's been years...
since i paid attention to...or cared about...tennis...especially wimbledon...the last time i bothered, bjorn borg was lacing em up...but when i read what this guy at the daily news had to say about it...I figured i tune in and see for myself...I watched williams beat an overmatched sharapova...and when venus won...her joy...was nearly overwhelming...and so when she battled lindsey davenport in the finals today...i didn't see...or witness...black vs white...i saw two strong and powerful women...gutting it out...despite pain...despite being told their best games were behind them...i got to witness one of the best tennis games...ever...
Johnny Cash Loves You!
June 22, 2005
good advice from an old hand...
"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!"
Rudyard Kipling
Johnny Cash Loves You!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!"
Rudyard Kipling
Johnny Cash Loves You!
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