Fight Against Cancer Continues

Check ‘em out when they come your way, and if your pockets are big, get one for yoself! 1274 : 27.5

 

Finger Pointing

Probably my number one pet peeve is hearing politicians finger pointing. Who cares who’s at fault?! Fix it! If you can’t, shut up! Republicans this, Democrats that. Twist numbers and misquote facts so you sound right. Push your own agenda and pretend you’re actually in office to change the world. Politicians, lawyers and cops are all the same (big broad general strokes here). At 18 you think you can change the world, at 35 you realize you can’t so you entrench yourself in a career you can’t afford to leave and pretend you’re still trying to change the world. All you’re really doing is making excuses for your actions and justifying your existence. There’s nothing wrong with the status quo. If that’s the way things are then that’s the way things are. What’s wrong is pretending that you want to change the status quo. What’s wrong is blaming everyone around you when you can’t change the status quo. If you can’t change it, accept it. If you can, then do it! But for crying out loud stop whining that the world sucks because of “them”. Give it a rest.

I enjoy watching The Apprentice, both the US and UK versions. Trump and Sugar are certainly no perfect beings, and certainly aren’t my role models. But the thing I respect about them is the fact that they don’t make excuses for bad decisions or bad results. They move on. They take their lumps, admit they make mistakes (I assume), learn from their mistakes (I assume), and move on. I’ve never heard them whine about why they (he) filed bankruptcy or why this or that failed. They don’t accept press interviews just to say nanny nanny boo hoo it was all this person’s fault. They keep it to themselves, and they fix it, period. Or they shut the hell up and move on.

I respect Lance Armstrong for the same reasons. He’s got a lot to brag about, and I’m sure there are plenty of people who think he’s a complete jerk; he has how many kids who have how many moms now? But his biggest goal year after year as a professional bike racer has always been to win the Tour de France. And he did it, year after year, because he knows how to, and he won’t let excuses get in his way. He can complain about team mates. He can complain about the press. He can complain about the crowds. He can complain about his fans and his enemies. And he does, to some extent. But not enough to let him lose focus of the goal. He’s not going to let his obstacles cause him to fail. And when he does fail, he’s not going to waste his time blaming others.

Stop the finger pointing. Make it Happen. If you can’t, get to the sidelines.

 

Running The Race

“A good horse will always run faster when whipped, but a true champion runs for the love of the race”
Earl Bowser
01/12/2006 06:02 PM

 

New and Improved

ahh, much better :) And I even improved my dumb website grader score from 10 to 38 in 8 days. How cool is that?! haha

 

changing gears

i do this a lot. change gears mid stream. it’s one of the reasons why i don’t get some things done. i get bored quickly, lose interest, been there done that move on. if i think about something long enough it’s nearly like i’ve already done it. saves a lot of energy hah

flexibility

but you can’t waste energy on things just because you set out to do them. you can decide climbing to the top of Mt Everest is going to kill you. just because it was your goal yesterday doesn’t mean you’re a failure if you take it off your to do list today. doesn’t mean you’re too afraid either. you accessed the risk, decided to suffer or even die wasn’t reward enough to say ooooh i was on the top of a mountain, only to have your friends go, oh yeh? cool.

so it looks like crap and i’m changing gears. reassessment. it’s vital to a healthy life..

 

so…..what the..?

so, i’m renewing my website. this is the tale of me. i trashed everything i had and revamping it all. i don’t care about traffic, i don’t care about having anything worthwhile or clever to say. i don’t care about promoting myself or my business(es). been there done that. it’s always been me, but this time, this is for me. just me. about me. i’m not looking for work. i’m not trying to sell anything (although, if i’m selling anything, doesn’t mean i’m trying to. doesn’t make sense? not trying to :P) i’m not going to wait for a “grand opening”. i’m not going to leave “coming soon” comments for another 1, 2, 5, 10, 100 years. i’m starting from scratch, and you get to see it all. don’t expect anything more exciting that watching grass grow. this is cleansing. this is therapeutic . this is me…

 

and so it begins

blahg blahg blahg

so who would a thunk i got me a blog. one more blagh to add to the blahg universe. i never understood why people made blogs. well, i understand it. a need to be heard. a need to feel important, loved, admired, blah blah blah. blah. oh sure there’s the need to let grandma on the other side of the world know how the kids are doing. nobody writes letters anymore. we seem to have a hard time to even make a phone call anymore. text this. twitter that. so we tap tap tap the nights away on our keyboards instead of licking a stamp, oh yeh, instead of peeling off a stamp and sticking it to an envelope. the horrors of having to triple fold an 8.5 x 11 inch paper just right, damn it, fold over that last quarter inch. then having the drudgery of finding a pen, found one, doesn’t work, great, where’s another one, ah, here’s one, blue, uggh, oh well, now, what was that address? blagh that, so we tap tap tap the nights away, thinking we’re oh so clever as we make ourselves laugh, feeling important loved admired blah blah blah. blahg

express
expression
express ourselves
vent

why do people think Pollack was crap? i did. once. people thought Pollack was crap because so many people thought he was a genious. more than that. people invented meaning for his work. THAT was crap. and that’s why i hated Pollack. until i bothered to spend some time learning about who he was, not what other people thought of his work. nothing can be worse than to create your own meaning of an artist from your own limited understanding of an artist. Che. Not to say he was an artist, but certainly the same can be said. spend some time. no one can know of course. but don’t ever be so pompous to think you actually know, when you don’t have a clue. you can postulate, you can infur. you may be right. assume that you’re not.

splattered paint and sell that crap for a million bucks. give me a break. yet that’s what we all do, no? splatter some words on a stale piece of fake estate and call it brilliant. i’m not here to feel self important. i’m not here to say i have a gazillion fake friends, followers, subscribers, or whatever the newest name for the newest social app is. name de jour. that’s not what my blog is all about, this one or any of the others that will soon be. i’m doing this, finally, because my fingers work better than my tongue. i like to express myself even when no one is listening. when i use my tongue to do it, i’m a stuttering idiot. i may still be an idiot no matter how my brain seeps its contents, but if i did so on a street corner, or better yet yapping to myself in an empty room, there’d be no denying it.

if an idiot yammers to himself in a wood and no one hears it, is he still an idiot?

but to write, oh how clever we can be. blahg