Tamara (2005)

Tamara is a girl who didn't quite fit in. Tamara is constantly picked on and when a couple of friends plays a joke on Tamara, it leads to her death. The friends bury her tries to make it seem that Tamara ran away. But all is not forgotten. Tamara returns as a sexy seductress and plans her revenge. (due to witchcraft). Well like they say: Karma's a bitch.-IMDB

I had to turn my head when she mind controlled the visual aide to take off his ear, tongue, and eye, with a box cutter....hear not evil, see no evil...

Couldn't find my comical animals file so I went with Helen M.

131116

9:45pm

Saturday

I am so fucking greedy. I know inside I want things, and more things. I want financial security. I want perfect health. I want to be loved. I am so fucking greedy.

And I think being cheap is somehow going to make up for wanting all those things. And that a steady paycheck will get me financial security. And that taking a walk and eating chicken breasts will guarantee good health. And that loving people who love me back will make me feel loved. I am so fucking stupid.

I need to the shower at the moment but I will come back to this. It's the weekend I can stay up as late as I want. Calvin, of Calvin and Hobbs, said Sundays sucked because it’s not a day off if u have to take a shower and go to bed early.  I could go to bed dirty but I won't. My grandmother taught me to never go to bed dirty. You won't sleep good/well. She always smelled like Noxzema when she went to bed...

10:00p

Back.

Less rage. Much less self-deprecation.

Pinto is herewith me in bed, We are both doing our own versions of the bedtime ritual ...

What a fucking...blessing.

Something happened when H got involved, helping P make his bed. She put him up under her arm when I would prefer him to sleep down on the foot of the bed. But I can 'prefer' in one hand and 'shit' in the other and guess which hand would fill up first?

Rituals. That is hers and his. Mine is to put my four pillows up against the wall to lean against, and cover up with my ...one of my two extra blankets. I prefer to sleep on one blanket and cover up with the other. Just as soon not get under the sheet and comforter. My grandmother made the blankets, so you know. Out of old tee-shirts. The tee-shirts mean something because I use to wear them and the blanket...blanket means twice as much because she made it. I probably have half a dozen. I should get them out and take pics for memories sake.

I should take a picture of most the shit I have and then give it away.

You'll have to forgive me. I am feeling it. Feeling the weakness of being needy and feeling the guilt of privilege. I have so, so much. I know that.

When I clear my mind, I am okay with it, and happy, and content, and generous. If you want it, I'll give it to you. If I can't, then that thin owns me instead of the other way around.

Hey, the nook can play music   while I write. I'm using Google docs, writing to the cloud. I like the way that sounds. It makes it seem so poetic. The internet is a wonderful thing.

While I'm thinking about poverty and the subject of the internet came up, I have a thought. When I read about idleness, it became clear that it is a rare commodity

My gawd, this Guy Clark Jr. is quite the musician. Loving what he's laying down.

Any who...Poverty. Internet. Idleness. Hard to come by. Those that can enjoy it have money. A few starving artists. But it’s hard to be creative when your unemployed and your kids are hungry. the internet wont feed the babies but for so little, you can get on the internet and get a world of information. Information of how to feed your babies maybe. How to find a job. How to improve your reading or  math skills.  Or access government or charitable sites. If you don't have even a an old computer go to the library. But if you can’t get to a library, if your too dirty or too far away or too hungry, well, the internet isn't going to do you any good.

The poor we will always have with us. -Jesus

I am proud of myself. I posted on all my blogs today. More than that, I sorted files so I could do it faster the next time. I liked editing this here journal and posting it. That was a rewarding experience.

I don't even care if anybody reads it. I see my blogs like my journals. They may never get read but I still write them. I know there are a few family and coworkers who look at some of the stuff. Content. You got to build content. And experience. You got to get comfortable with the medium. Time well spent. It took me until noon.

Then I took a little walk. I headed out to walk to the store, had a bag to carry my stuff back with me. But then I saw some aquariums in someone’s yard, put out for someone to take. So I hightailed it home and got the truck. Picked up half a dozen aquariums of various sizes on the way to the grocery store. They weren’t used for fish, I am pretty sure. Reptiles I think. I will bleach them out tomorrow and add them to the collection. Sooner or later I'm going to need something to live in them. Fish, plants, and or animals. This morning I watched vids on raising earthworms, which got me into other beneficial insects. Nematodes. Lady Bugs. Praying mantis. I go to  get some praying mantis. And they need flies to eat. So I watched vids on raising flies. People who raise frogs need wingless flies to feed them. Wheat wants frogs. I see a thread. I will put those tanks to good use.

I am so glad I got cleaned up. I feel fresh and clean. Can't sleep with an itchy butt.

Head is beside me, the light from her tablet shining in her face. I have a Bluetooth keyboard on a clipboard in my lap, my tablet beside me. We both have headphones in. She is just laughing. She read ...showed me a cartoon Jose made of Brianna. There is an app for making cartoons with avatars. His usually involve farts. Farts are funny.

Dinner was simple, just like the evening. . Dean worked the late shift. He isn't home yet. He'll be wiped when he does. Just enough energy to change clothes and grind on his dallies for WoW. Hey, it keeps him engaged. I'm a big fan of video games for the young people.

I picked up the diet coke, bread, lettuce, and red box video I went to the store for. also picked up an avocado, 70 percent chocolate bars, hot Cheetos, jalapeno potato chips, bacon and sausage. All specials. I got my ass chewed for buying Hawaiian rolls, should of gotten whole wheat bread. And the chocolate had enough cocoa but it had peppermint in it, unnecessary sugar. Mia Copa, mia Copa.. I almost thought ice cream, Blue Belle was on sale but that would of been a fucking catastrophe. Ice cream is the worst food for two reasons., no nutritional value and it hurts Head's tummy. She is lactose something. I used the diet cola to make a bourbon and coke. The bacon and rolls to make club sammies. While the bacon cooked, I watched a movie with H. Took the sammies downstairs to watch Baylor v. Tech. It was a shootout. Almost a hundred points in ...on the scoreboard by the end of the third quarter. It gave me and Mor a chance to visit. We talked nutrition. Tim and Eric’s new show, Bedtime Stories. Zach G. is in it too. We looked at cameras, he's in the market. And we both surfed redditt and he introduced me to another site like it, . I left him after watching some Always Sunny in Philadelphia to practice on his banjo.

Visited with Head a few minutes. She was reading about a homeless man and she saw his faith in God as a miracle, I just felt uncomfortable. Hence the rant nonbeing a needy fuck. It makes me feel helpless knowing people are struggling. But they are struggling whether I think about them or nt. I could give everything I have away and live a life of poverty but it wouldn’t solve the problem. It would help some out.

A wealthy man wanted to do something for Mother Theresa, something for her for all she has down for so many. He asked her what she wanted and this is what she said. Get up at four in the morning and go out in the dark and find someone who is afraid and unloved and make them feel safe and loved. Can't write a check for that.

H is writing a devotional to a friend (You!). She should have wings. She cares and she does something about it. I am glad she’s my friend too.

I downloaded my music that starts with 'A' onto the nook, and there is heavy metal I didn't know I had. I do not need one of those music services. H, M, and W pay ten bucks a month each for music on demand. I have more than I can ever listen through. Not a big music fan.

Note: get a good, why would I get a bad one?, recipe for Green goddess salad dressing.

I type like I fuck, hard. Bang those keys. H was commenting...on my typing, not my fucking...sigh.

So peaceful here in the dark. Fan droning in the background. the neighbors porch light shines across the balcony, the sheers taking a little of the light. I love our house. Not the physical structure, the way we've organized the space inside. it’s very, very comfortable. If you are looking forward to a vacation, you need to change the way you live.

Ohh my lord, the worst smell.   Head fessed up, blaming he beans. Ice-cream would of killed us both. She would of exploded and I would of suffocated.

Just the sign of a healthy metabolism. Nothing to be ashamed of.

Thirty-eight Special singing 'Wild Eyed Southern Boys'. Blast form my misbegotten youth. About the time I met H, as a matter of fact.

I stopped at two bourbon and cokes. the new house rule is one is okay, two is a special occasion, and no body of the world needs three of anything. so, I'm drinking the rest of the diet coke plain. Could only manage half a bottle but for less than a dollar, I'm not losing any money. Maybe W will drink  the rest while he plays Wow. I know M will be up all night. He slept until two in the afternoon. I'm afraid he's a vampire.

Okay, enough chit chat...I have a book to read. Funny that, it’s not a book. It’s an eBook but that doesn't matter either. Should I call it a novel.?

Oh, before I close, I followed a new site on reditt, about professional cooking. Chefs like to show off their knifes. there seems to be a lot of shit about the plastic wrap dispenser. It’s always fucking up or they are fucking with it. And they leave each other lots of notes. And they clean. Lots of pride from cleaning burned pots, greasy hoods, ....And they like to show burns and cuts. Gross as shit. And I learned when you quit at a restaurant, they cover you in whipped cream and or flour your last night. And they call their stations, battlestations, like the nerds refer to their computers.

Okay, now I can move on. I'll be back. Not to worry.

131117

8:03a

Sunday

Instant pudding woke up and off to the crapper first thing.

Man, unusual for me to wake up this late. The sun is so bright. It's warm outside already. Yesterday it was shorts and tee-shirt weather when I took my walk.

I did wake up twice in the night. Pinto needed out. The first time watching Quincy M.E. . the second time watching a Korean movie called Antarctic Journal until I fell back asleep.  Although I will argue, watching a movie subtitles is closer to reading.

Not that any of that is noteworthy. What is, is head making coffee she never does. I feel like I'm on holiday. In really should take my need the write and work on some fiction. There is a third secret blog posts I'm thinking of posting w with some of my writing. Right now I'm in the city conceptual stage. Too early to commit to. Another Concept in mind is to translate memorable texts. I usually put out, and sometimes receive back, some very witty lines. Great text wit should not be wasted. Text wit. Twit. Too bad that term has been wasted on that group texting thing, twitter.

H tells me wheat is up. Going into work at eleven. I will send him off with a waffle and sausage breakfast. Although I had nightmares from worrying about the lack of nutritional value in waffles. Thinking up ways to make them healthy, not the waffles but the people who eat them. Add whole wheat, wheat germ, peanut butter, bananas, a and blueberry syrup. I saved the juice from canned blueberries I made yesterday.no way was in ongoing to pit that nectar down the sink. I will mix it in with some syrup and put it on waffles with blueberry cranrasians and walnuts mixed in.

 I have some bacon left over from last night's club Sammie's. I could crumble some into one of those peanut butter and banana jobs, voilà, The Elvis.

"Thank u very much."

"Thank u very much."

"No one can make waffles like Mama. Waffles and hand jobs were Mama's specialty. I had a thousand of each and I would give a million dollars and a Cadillac for one more. I miss u Mama!"

"Thank u very much."

I will go get a mug and start the sausage. 

(Funny, that’s what Elvis’ mama often said!)

8:48a

Having my mug visiting with wheat. He is updating his music playlists and wants my opinion. He downloads from the on demand music service mentioned earlier. He uses his tablet as a juke box in his car. He has an adapter to hook the tablet to the cassette player. Poor people have poor ways.

①②③✴✳✖↕↗➡‼♠♥

Found a second page of symbols when I held down to the :-) -s.

Wheat: could u live like the Amish without the electronics?

Keep in mind he's got his tablet hooked up to his compute, computer with two monitors.

I said I could, if I had books to read and an instrument to play (badly) and a farm to attend to.

Wheat said he could too. 

"Miranda" (2009)

"Miranda (Miranda Hart) is 6 feet 1 inch (1.85 m) tall and gets called 'Sir' once too often. She has never fit in with her old boarding school friends, Tilly (Sally Phillips) and Fanny (Katy Wix), and finds social situations awkward, especially around men. She is a constant disappointment to her mother Penny (Patricia Hodge), who is desperate for her to get a proper job and a husband. Although Miranda owns and lives above her own joke shop, she lacks any real capacity for business, so it is managed by her childhood friend Stevie Sutton (Sarah Hadland). The restaurant next door is run by Clive (James Holmes), who also works as a waiter. He has employed a chef - Gary Preston (Tom Ellis), a university friend whom Miranda fancies. The various episodes revolve around this set-up."imdb.com-

This is her best friend and the manager of her joke shop, Miranda lives above the shop. In every episode her friend hold up this poster and sings these lines. I have started singing them spontaneously throughout the day.

Just a sample of Miranda's brand of humor. God loves a big girl.

Well, Hello.

Yep.

It's been quite a while. 

It is all about the cycle of the seasons. Let me explain. During the heat of summer, I am on the porch, in the pool. In the mild spring and fall I like to hang out in the Lab. Now that's it turning cold, I am back in the office, aka The Tower. 

I'm back.

And I am trying out a new approach. I have a tablet now. So, I can journal on the 'cloud' and then bring my thoughts here. This is The Dump. I plan on putting the weeks journal up and spicing it up with pictures.   My intent is to cut and paste from here, my secret account, to my personal account, where my family, friends, and acquaintances can see.  Okay, family and acquaintances, I don't have any friends. But if I did....

131113 (aka November 13, 2013)

6.42a

Good morning. Having some challenges setting myself up this morning. Trying to get my pocket clipboard organized to hold the tablet and all the accessories.

All the while my coffee getting colder and colder. The morning is cold. Too cold to stand on the bare floor without house shoe for very long. Those without house shoes can put on a pair of socks. I got up and started the coffee when the alarm went off. The dogs prompted me, wanting a treat. They are swelling up like hogs so they have to split a treat now. 

And I am showing great restraint on giving scraps to them when cooking. I don't want to feed them to death. If they have a treat, they will go outside, so they do their thing outside while I make the coffee. Sometimes I wait for that first, dark cup to brew, but not this morning. I choose to get back under the covers, the Warm covers and meditate. Positive affirmations So uplifting I must share with Dean and Head.

and that is the biggest....the highlight of my day. I coaxed Wheat to sit with me and I shared the story of the Vlog brothers with him. And we watched a CrashCourse in biology. He said he had heard others talking about it when he was at community college. He really liked BrainScoop. He is even thinking about making the Fields museum in Chicago his destination  for his Granny Trip. Granny trip =graduation gift form grandparents.

This coffee is different. I didn't use creamer, but fat free half-n=half with hot chocolate mix. Mmmmmm.

That brings me onto another subject. Health. Improving health. Improving health as a family. Head went to the doctor and was borderline everything. Specifically high blood pressure and diabeties. So, High exercise, low fat, no sugar =diet. Head is giving up sugar to go with her syrupy vanilla caramel creamer. She is exercising. Yesterday made two days in a row. Dean ...Wheat and I also have  two days of exercise on the books. Wheat and i danced to the Wii. The cold is moving our activities indoors but Head likes using the stationary bike out in the garage and now that Wheat has set up the Wi, will there is another option.

Heads text just dinged, MorMor making arrangements for his flight in today. He has had quite the adventure. We are all anxious to hear the details. All bout D.C. All bout Philly. All bout Nicole especially.

MorMor is on the train to B Baltimore to catch his flight. I think Granny got her wish, the trip has changed his life. For the better. No Machen Man can star single forever. He is a late, late, late bloomer. But that just makes him a gig, bigger, biggest prize. Right ladies?

Yes, the Machen's had a great day yesterday, I thought about this when I was sitting in the living room thinking about MorMor finding excitement on his trip, Head was writing a devotional on  about the meaning of life, and Wheat was working on his level  90 WoW character.

We are moving forward for the better.  And I am holding my own at work and looking forward to meeting with Walt to possibly start some new adventure.

I spent some time in The Tower last night. I ham ...am sharing my Battle Station with Head. No problem. We never want to use it at the same time. She is on it all day and like I said, last night was the first time I'd been on it in a while. I lie the way she has it set up, bringing her printer up. I don't want to print, but I did use the automatic feeding scanner to digitize some of my sketches. I now have something to Blog. The VLOGBROTHERS inspired me to update my Blog. Is there a Vlog in my future? ??? Maybe.

Pudding Dump

131114

7.11a

What have you done today to feel proud?

That is from the BBC hit Miranda. I love her! She is a modern Lucille Ball.

And I love the nooks feature of adding notes. With the kindle, I was introduced to the joy of an immediate dictionary, advancing to the highlight feature to make lists of vocabulary words and memorable quotes. The n has the option to instantly Google and now I am loving the notes feature. I can journal as I read. My idea is to make a weekly blog out of this here Google docs journal and book notes.

Whudttfp?

I do not have anything as valuable to contribute as say, the VLOGBROTHERS do, but maybe, just maybe, if I start using the medium, it will grow into something. I think how their personal blogs are now a part of an huge information network.

It has gotten chilly. We don't turn on the heater for the first frost. It makes the shift in weather seem more dramatic.  This is Texas so the weather will be back in the eighties by the weekend. But it is nice to sleep in your own zone of warmth. You can't heat the other whole bed, which is what it feels like your body, and the body of the person next to you, does on hot summer nights. It is all u  can do to maintain the cocoon of warmth for your person. If u shift out of the zone u quickly retreat back. And if u get too warm, then I can shift out of the zone to use the cool sheets to bring the temp back to perfect.

So, thinking it out, I can post the raw journal on my anonymous account and then cut and paste the best parts over to one of my personal blogs.  I have started dong that with my sketches.   I crop out the naughty bits to post portraits that won't offend.

Whydttfp?

Quite a bit and its only 7.31...and that's pudding time!!!

Hey...I can make pudding and write!!

Life hack...tried drinking coffee before my nap and the caffeine kicked in so I wasn't as groggy.

Lh...eating an orange does perk u up. It’s the smell. Like eating a mint or chewing mint gum.

I put link sausages in the oven while I made coffee. I expect them to be ready to make a takeaway breakfast after my shower.

131115

5.14a

Friday

Awake before the alarm. A gift of time...I choose to spend the time reading and writing. I did it impossible to separate one from the other. When I read I must write. My excitement...over the notes feature of the nook is solid evidence supporting my need to document my thoughts when reading something somebody else wrote...

This morning my mind is on Idleness. Imagine that.

The subject came up in the audio book I has started, trying to be able dad back to sleep. One of the dogs woke me...no, I was awake groggily jacking off, but the dog got me out of bed.

Tue long and short of it is I am awake and not concerned about it in the least...no more than revealing I masturbated. Both can be seen as a blessing rather than a burden. My lover doesn't mind if I spill my seed. Who else should be concerned.

The audio book was The Moving Finger by Agatha Christie. The third in the Marple Series. The benefit of idleness was brought up.

Worth a Google.

Note...someday nook and Google will require footnotes.

I like  to start with images of a subject I've chooses to browse. I look at the pictures and use them to find interesting sites to read. The first pic was of an engraving, from a series done in London in 1890 to enforce the virtues of work.   Next, several pics of young girls and androgynous young men lazing about. Then a classic rubenesque nude. 

Then a pen and ink off an oriental studying. Close to what started the search, the book mentioned a painting of an old Asian playing cat's cradle under a tree. Moving on, I found a quote over a picture of a sweatshop. The quote was by Bertrand Russell.

 I clicked on it to find his speech on idleness. This passage appealed to me...

First of all: what is work? Work is of two kinds: first, altering the position of matter at or near the earth's surface relatively to other such matter; second, telling other people to do so.

I will hopefully come back and make a study of the entire speech someday. I bookmarked it and took a break to put this together...now back to o look at more pics...

...7.07a..many pics, YouTube vids, and movie trailers later. I have one more interest to add to my journal along with a movie to my Hulu que...Jane Austen.  The movie is Miss Austen. Some quote able quotes...

her last words, when asked by her sister Cassandra if there was anything she wanted] Nothing, but death.

[when asked why her heroines always flawed] Pictures of perfection make me sick and wicked.

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

I might even read Pride and Prejudice...

Pudding break....

I must turn the bathroom heater on even before making coffee...it melts the pudding. Conversely, a cold toilet seat sets the pudding like granite.

Have to brag on wheat. He sat his GED yesterday. No. 3.…this time on his own dime. Win or lose he is moving forward, ever forward. Couldn't be prouder.

Made the most wonderful veggie soup.   I had...no, that sounds dictatorial. Head cut up a roast and browned it in oil before putting it in the slow cooker. I know she added onion but not sure how she spiced it. The meat was tender when I came home. All I had to do was chop and boil carrots and potatoes. Sautéed more onion, a medley of peppers, mushroom and garlic.

Run and get back under the covers...shushed for being loud. A hug for head and pinto...

Drained the tubers. Back in the pan with canned corn, peas, green beans, and stewed tomatoes. Made a broth out of canned cream of mushroom and tomato soups with vegetable juice to thin it out. In go the waited veggies. Done. Served to an appreciative family. I had a pan of buttermilk cornbread to go with. With what? Thee soup, silly!

Damned fine meal. Damned fine.

Watched Rockets v. Nets wit MorMor. Talked about living the perfect life. Bottom line, who knows what that is? An exciting basketball game fizzled out into foul ball. M reminded me bball is a game on f percentages more than most other sports. I enjoy watching with him because he keeps up with the players. He is my personal color man.

7.31a...time to gee cleaned up and get going. I do love my grooming routine. I found a lady on YouTube this morning who used a bath as a way to life coach. Unfortunately she also coached women on how to pee in public so I chose not to subscribe. If for no other reason than t not be exposed to all of the other you bids on woken, usually drunk, often Russian, pissing in public.

I'm off....

My Dad in front of the Capital in Austin with The Kinkster. Kinky Friedman. If you don't know who he is, it's worth a Google.

Amish.Mafia.

Really...even the Amish?

It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
-Dwight Yokum

This song is stuck in my head.  I had it que up while at the lab. I had to go in to stread some micro plates.  The microbiologist is out, lucky me.

This is a little different than usual, for one thing, I had to have the hard drive replaced on the computer.   Thanks, M-dog.
But it has me behind. No Dragon Spek dictation softwar. I willl have to enter text the old fashoned way, with a keyboard. 
And worst by far, I had to delete the pictures of comical animals...ahhh....sadness.  Must find something new to post in stead.

I had some pics to use.  

Use.

That is my 'Pee Wee Word for the day'.  I am trying to reduce the things I have. I definitely do not want anything. No more. Actually, one of my daily goals is to give something away. A book I have read. A pen.  When I had money, I'd give pocket knifes out ot folks.  If they asked to borrow my knife, I'd let them keep it. Obviously they needed it so I'd let them keep it.  Friday, I gave away my lunch. If someone will take womething I have, they are doing me a favor.  If I can't give it away, then theat thing owns me, if I can give it away, 




Tricia's husband Daniel has been missing for seven years. Her younger sister Callie comes to live with her as the pressure mounts to finally declare him 'dead in absentia.' As Tricia sifts through the wreckage and tries to move on with her life, Callie finds herself drawn to an ominous tunnel near the house. As she begins to link it to other mysterious disappearances, it becomes clear that Daniel's presumed death might be anything but 'natural.' The ancient force at work in the tunnel might have set its sights on Callie and Tricia ... and Daniel might be suffering a fate far worse than death in its grasp.





Know why it's hard to be happy?
 

It's because we won't let go of the things that make us sad.

21 & Over (2013)

When Straight-A college student Jeff Chang's two best friends take him out for his 21st birthday on the night before an important medical school interview, what was supposed to be a quick beer becomes a night of humiliation, over indulgence and utter debauchery.

Me… Two things come to mind after watching this movie. One, thinking your response can happen in any. 21 years old may be too old or too young. If it's a person. I speak from experience. The memory of my own. And most recently having experienced my niece's 21st birthday. There was vomiting on the living room floor. Didn't start out that way. It started out, like this movie,… My dad is saying… The trouble with trouble is it starts out like fun.My dad had another saying that applied to drinking… Is a around the garage long enough you will get grease on your pants. This party has two beer pong tables, standard for modern parties. A keg of beer with a beer bong, because this party was for the girl's the funnel had pretty beads glued on to it. After I went to bed, there was a fight several of the girls. Some of the adults got involved. In these situations there is always someone who runs out in their underwear and asks… What's going on? I was that person. Morgan came up with a quick response… Not your pants, he said.This story has gone on too long but the second thing that comes to my mind is that each person needs to choose their own path. Because of this message, I think this has vowed it is fun and truth.

 Take your cat for a walk… It is fat!

I only have eyes for you… And you… And you…

“The greatest gift you can give somebody is your own personal development. I used to say, "If you will take care of me, I will take care of you. "Now I say, I will take care of me for you, if you will take care of you for me.” - Jim Rohn

I came across this quote and thought it held a valuable insight. And then I looked up wrote it…

Emanuel James "Jim" Rohn was an American entrepreneur, author and motivational speaker. His rags to riches story played a large part in his work, which influenced others in the personal development industry.

He would make a statement like this because it puts money in his pocket. That is the trouble trying to have an original thought. You hear someone else say it better. And then it is no longer an individual and independent insightful thought. Emerson said that in one of his writing. Damn.

May I yes listening to a personality on YouTube. Search for the following video or click on the link below.…

The Power of Silence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Sz3dlL2Ht8&feature=c4-overview&list=UULrI-dOLyDbRnPyUeWadsOg

If you like that one search for this other title below…

I have no feelings :/

Morgan turned me on to him with the video listed below…

How To Escape The Rat Race (create a non-job)

I have spent a lot of time today reading about…

Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) was an American essayist, lecturer, and poet, who led the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century. He was seen as a champion of individualism and a prescient critic of the countervailing pressures of society, and he disseminated his thoughts through dozens of published essays and more than 1,500 public lectures across the United States.

 "the infinitude of the private man."

 in the fall of 1837, Emerson asked Thoreau, "Do you keep a journal?" 

last night I went to a community concert, one of those free concerts, with my favorite Texas folksinger

Ray Wylie Hubbard 

Here's a life hack for you… Pull up the bottom drawer of your desk, overfill it with pillows, and put your feet up.

It is time for bed, off I go. Dad did this not mean just sleep… For sex… But a quiet time to watch videos and read and listen to audiobooks and music.

Gone for Good: A Novel 

Keen Eddie - The Complete Series

Dexter in the Dark

Childish Things by James McMurtry