Oh, I loved this song back in the 80’s.
Kim Wilde – Kids in America
Oh, I loved this song back in the 80’s.
I dig computers
Oh, I loved this song back in the 80’s.
Homeland Security slams FEMA for staging fake wildfire news conference – On Deadline – USATODAY.com
Not just unethical, but plain dumb. Anyone with an iota of Public Relations/Public Affairs knowledge would have nixed this early on. Mike Widomski, FEMA’s deputy director of public affairs really should be sacked for gross incompetence. There are plenty of ways to have spread this information without, well, this. Sheesh!
I'm adrift within my psyche's abyss. Mists of my deceptions weave amongst the stone, dreams and the real intertwined. As moss, or lichen grows upon stone and tree, my life lays upon my core, becoming one, indistinguisable.
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Oine thing I've become weary of hearing are voters concerned about someone's "electibility". This is a rather strange discounting of their opinions. "I like this person's ideas, but will vote for someone else because nobody will vote for what I value." Sad, really.
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Reindeer pate is odd enough, but read the label.

In Disasters, Everyone, Not Just Bloggers, Should Use Twitter
A clever idea for using Twitter. Perhaps one of the smartest ideas I’ve seen in a long time.
Today was surprising in its warmth and clarity. Filled with bright light, more akin to late summer than the middle of autumn. Almost none of my day was spent in this delight, though I did get a clear view from my office's windows. Perhaps the proverbial gilded cage. Oh, the delights of corporate life.
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The most telling thing to me with this photo story is how many people are in their own cars. Even in
Got kids? Oh, this will speak to you.
My brain seems empty of late. I don’t feel greatly inspired, no grand need to write. This is one of those times that I need to push, to drive, descend into the depths of my being. I know that I need to spend more time within my fears, trying to calm this realm forever. Face them down, yes, but also chase them to their roots, and then pull them up. Only then can I truly be free, and then I can see that deep desire, that which is based upon love, and nothing more.
Fear is what drives me to weariness, what grabs at those roots and plays demented songs. This is what I loath about my life right now, the unbidden fears that gurgle up like swamp gas and belch their stink into my day. I really don’t need this. My fears are unrealistic and, dare I say, silly. They are out of balance. Fear is valuable, it provides guidance and works to keep us safe. When it is the primary driver, when reason, compassion and love are weakened, or, worse, obliterated, my life is worsened. Joy withers, droops, and risks death. Live without joy is only an empty husk, tree bark with no tree within. It is dead, and a death I wish for no one.