tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39588674017608292692024-02-19T10:39:22.262-05:00I imagine, therefore I think I amOne-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-8158832449147170922014-03-07T20:14:00.001-05:002014-03-07T20:14:33.659-05:00It was all decided before it beganThe size of your prefrontal cortex, the physical space the bones in your skull allow your brain to occupy, the spacing of your eyes, the fullness of your lips, the proportionality of the sum of the parts that constitute you...Everything that makes you smart, attractive, and likable have nothing to do with anything but cells and how they combined to become you. It's not all bad, you're One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-17898032379473018722013-11-08T19:23:00.000-05:002013-11-08T19:23:39.811-05:00Kitty plays the piano
Kitty walked across the open piano keyboard. The random
rhythm of the softly stroked keys was eerily musical…Plink, Pliink, Pleenk,
Plink.
“Hey!” Mrs. Dooofus exclaimed, “Kitty is
playing the piano!”
Plink, Pliink, Pleenk went Kitty across the keyboard,
smiling to herself as she made music.
“For the love of God, Please help me!” She randomly
exclaimed.
“Son of a bitch!” Doofus One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-71900489981180164272013-09-07T08:19:00.000-04:002013-09-07T08:19:16.296-04:00Golden PandasChina owes us Pandas, not the bamboo chewing cute ones but two solid gold, life-sized Pandas. Right now they are brushing aside their normal preoccupation with receiving mammoth quantities of dirt-cheap US raw materials and then adding some lead and bacteria to them before returning them to us as tainted goods that we can buy at reasonable, rolled-back prices, because they are One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-62245749294918964512013-07-08T17:38:00.003-04:002013-07-08T17:38:32.284-04:00What's More Important?The sun simply went out.
"Pfffftttt" echoed through the vast emptiness.
For the next 8.3 minutes seven billion people dreamed, played, helped, harmed, and in general thought the sun was there for them. As the last of the suns warming rays of energy sped toward earth, they also sped in a billion different directions, warming and illuminating everything in their path without preference.
 One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-1140748675677177132012-11-30T08:40:00.001-05:002012-11-30T08:40:38.515-05:00Kitty takes a whizThe first installment of a playful series of kids books regarding Kitty's life...?!@?
It was a bright, sunny summer morning, and Kitty had slept
longer than usual. The sun had been in the sky for twelve or thirteen minutes,
and both of the clock’s hands were on the five. Kitty usually woke everyone up
at 3:45am, but this morning she waited until 5:25am, a time that was late
enough in the One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-51752884525930379532012-11-20T07:13:00.000-05:002012-11-20T07:13:26.487-05:00All you have to do is...
In these trying times, when faith in the government and in American ingenuity are waning, the problems we face are apparently much simpler to resolve than the state of things would indicate. If politicians only had the insight that many people I know seem to have. Almost daily, I hear simple fixes for our problems that usually begin with, "All you have to do is..."
To remedy an overwhelming One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-64884657610398137842012-09-30T08:11:00.003-04:002012-09-30T08:11:44.347-04:00Team Work"American deaths in Afghanistan hits 2,000"
What a headline to start my Sunday morning with. I guess the headline would be too long that reads "They don't want us there, we don't want to be there, people are dying for no reason, nothing has changed there...so why are we still there?"
The troubling thing is that there is no cause to believe in, noOne-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-84764573369306563012012-08-27T07:06:00.000-04:002012-08-27T07:06:34.139-04:00Assembling the pieces"Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out"
Sometimes I didn't even know I was following a wall, and I wasn't always on the same side of it. Some things that were kept on the other side were limits and some were fears, but either way they were only partially accessible...much like like Wilson on Home Improvements, always partially One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-52539886064287465312012-07-14T07:28:00.001-04:002012-07-14T07:28:44.911-04:00Batteries It’s always something small that carries subtle enough meaning to get deep in my head and slowly start retrieving little memories and assembling them into feelings that eat at me silently. When the moment comes where I remember the subtle prodding that started it all, I’m always amazed at the complex path my mind took in recognizing the importance of that small moment. One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-38559469473764313802012-05-08T09:05:00.000-04:002012-05-08T09:05:15.933-04:00Peace and the Underwear BombIt seems that the terrorists of the world have perfected the underwear bomb, and the martyrs are lining up to step into a pair. How is it possible that the world will ever be okay when there are those who are willing to wear explosive tighty whities? Who wears exploding underwear? It seems like a self-loathing way to end it all, a throw back to the ancient belief that sex equals sin...the One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-21241289000946052012012-01-08T09:17:00.002-05:002012-01-08T10:04:55.668-05:00The Sky Lightens, Just as it Did YesterdayIf you hold your hand out in front of you at arms length and look down over the top of it, it looks as though your fingers are all cut off at the knuckle. It's more effective with one eye closed. When it looks like your fingers are gone, it's much easier to imagine how you would get by without them; life would definitely be different, but you would adapt.When I tried to imagine retiring and not One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-66155967229846416062011-09-10T07:58:00.002-04:002011-09-10T08:10:44.711-04:00A time to reflectThe end should be sad, I think, but it's the beginning that is truly so.The end is often expected, sometimes welcomed, while the middle is lost in survival, but the beginning is a constant, recurring reminder that more is on the way, and everything is replaceable.In spring, the trees are all covered with blossoms and bright-green leaves; the cycle renews itself no matter the length or severity ofOne-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-10886987442793802762011-08-05T15:45:00.004-04:002011-08-06T07:02:18.602-04:00It's all about perspectiveFourteen trillion dollars...I can't even imagine the enormity of that number, let alone that my country's outstanding debt is represented by that figure.On a sweltering August morning in Georgia, the heat and humidity were both approaching triple digits, or so it seemed. Feeling close to swooning, I entered a restroom where I work. The calming blue tiles of the floor and walls made the One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-15916264398197510172011-06-28T19:31:00.009-04:002011-07-16T09:20:22.141-04:00"And would it have been worth it, afterall""Would it have been worthwhile?"There are certain truths in life and in literature that seem to always define the bottom line. Cleverly phrased axioms become so universal as to be trite, though their beginnings were pure and, as previously mentioned, cleverly phrased. "The sun also rises" is one of my favorites, narrowly edging out the lesser known "I knowed you done had it" (a southern One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-43844391083826448412010-11-21T18:31:00.003-05:002010-11-21T19:15:11.570-05:00Allegro or LargoIn the olde days, "without a moment to spare" implied that something had happened just in the nick of time. It now means that everyone is so busy that a wound has to be potentially fatal before it gets the emergency room doctor's attention, and then, the life can be saved in the nick of time. Someone actually sat in the emergency room waiting area and died from a stabbing wound. The last words One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-89467030500950220622010-03-28T07:23:00.002-04:002010-03-28T08:23:02.331-04:00Ready for SpringThis has been the worst winter since moving here. In recent weeks we've hit 70 a few times, but much like today, we slide back into the low 60's with full cloud coverage and probably rain. When it rains here, it isn't like "tap dancing in small puddles on the sidewalk with a tiny umbrella and a big smile" rain. There is usually a high probability that the storm will kill you through drowning, One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-70330030912441980182010-02-13T06:20:00.005-05:002010-02-14T15:00:35.994-05:00Valentine's dayI have taken out a modest loan and am about to unveil the ultimate Valentine's weekend. Jewelry? A tropical vacation? No.Cinderella the ballet, accommodations and a nice steak dinner. I was excited planning it and have been looking forward to it, but now that the day is here, I am wondering if it really matters. We could have done this any weekend..given enough advance notice to take a loan One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-39566108643068277022009-09-13T08:46:00.007-04:002010-02-14T15:07:09.514-05:00Pavlov was a doofusYou towel off some amniotic fluid, look around and start trying to line up the pieces of life's mysteries. Many clues fit in several different places, so placement is critical. You twist the knobs and create a jagged silvery line that sort of shows how you got where you are, and then, for those unfortunate enough to have faulty equipment, the screen shakes violently and...poof...no more map. You One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-54995463832567072722009-07-19T07:01:00.003-04:002009-07-19T08:25:23.127-04:00The Cyan LetterThe less initiative or capability to succeed you have, the less you are expected to accomplish. Conversely, some may say perversely, the more you are capable of and work for, the more you are expected to carry the load for others. This system works in the NBA, and we all love Michael Jordan. This system does not work in society, but that is where we are headed. FDR had the ideal plan, and I don'tOne-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-49941504086631253692009-06-27T08:17:00.003-04:002009-06-27T09:15:34.841-04:00The Buzzards are CirclingSome days you wake up, look up at the simple, honest blue of the sky, and it all makes sense. The thousands of years that have passed with us eager to wipe each other out over differences in geographic locations, religious beliefs, skin color, or a multitude of entirely valid genocidal motivations all seem insignificant. Yes, the election in Iraq seems fishy, but other than a handful of One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-88504079798240929132009-06-06T08:28:00.003-04:002009-06-06T09:33:53.483-04:00Welcome to Georgia, we count by Mississippi'sI was going down a rural Georgia road in the dark and passed a sign among the trees lining the road that said, " speed checked by detection devices." I thought that this tiny road, with little red-clay dirt roads branching off periodically in the middle of nowhere, couldn't possibly have some sophisticated speed monitoring and ticketing system. This, of course, led to wondering how they monitoredOne-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-3542696071703237752009-03-13T08:35:00.002-04:002009-03-13T09:02:45.480-04:00Misspent YouthMy first spring-break from college is here, and I'm off to Florida for the weekend. I found an old-folks resort, so I won't be troubled by all those young whipper-snappers and their jello-shots and body-shots and whatever other shots that a good spring-break includes, when you are actually young enough to be on spring-break. I hope to get a few good shots of Sandhill Cranes, of snowy white dunes One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-23025577083317972232009-03-01T16:12:00.008-05:002010-11-07T09:16:26.139-05:00Allegro or LargoIn the olde days, "without a moment to spare" implied that something had happened just in the nick of time. It now means that everyone is so busy that the wound has to be potentially fatal before it gets the emergency room doctor's attention. Someone actually sat in the emergency room waiting area and died from a stabbing wound."Sir! We all think our "emergency" is the most important one. The One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-28199249966567265482008-12-21T06:08:00.004-05:002008-12-21T06:53:38.326-05:00Swirling rarely leads anywhere but back where you started.And, like a giant magnet that attracts "wanna be" writers instead of ferrous masses, the blogging world comes calling. There are stories that must be told; there are warped and invalid aspects of topics, which somehow evade the world as a whole and now must be shared; there are fragmented sentences, dangling participles and mixed metaphors which must be shared...Clear the mechanism...nothing One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958867401760829269.post-11083509913751233222008-08-02T17:35:00.003-04:002008-08-02T18:46:30.557-04:00The century markI've wondered what this would mean to me, this 100th entry on my blog; a blog that I created, nurtured and helped grow into a real live blog. I've sort of put off this entry because I think I may be done with it now. I try to never say never because that word has proven itself to be spiteful and evil many times; not only does what I said would never happen happen, but it happens in some painful One-time runnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02580883699599781352noreply@blogger.com1