And then there was the day that I realized I had been at my job for many years.
On that day I realized that I had a solution somewhere in my head for just about everything. When the uncommon happened, I had the response. I’d seen it before.
That was a fun realization to have. It gave me flexibility that I enjoy. When the uncommon happens and no one knows what to do, I go do what needs doing. When it works and people look surprised, sometimes I’ll admit I’ve seen the problem before and someone showed me the solution. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve been curious about what it would be like to write on a consistent theme. I enjoy writing whatever words are ready to come out of me, but I couldn’t help wondering what writing was like for people who had a focus.
Then came a night last week. I was watching a movie that I’d never heard of and really enjoying it. As far as I knew, no one I know had seen Jiro Dreams Of Sushi. If they had, I was a little ticked that they hadn’t told me about it. Read the rest of this entry »
For as long as I’ve had this blog, I’ve just written the things I think about. People seem to like what I’m doing. It never occurred to me that there was a market for more of me on the net.
Literally, more of me, on the net.
Pretty much all of me.
Things changed, yesterday.
Yeah, Change Is Good. Good-ish.
Yesterday, I was reading the spam from my blog. There was something there that couldn’t have been mere spam. It was a business opportunity of the sort that I did not think a market existed for. I haven’t done research on this kind of idea, but I can’t imagine this person making the offer without knowing a customer base was there. Read the rest of this entry »
Sometimes I use my phone to talk to other people. More often, I use it to take pictures of things I think I might write about.
Today, I invite you to stroll through my Exhibition Of Pictures I Didn’t Manage To Complete A Post On. The cool kids call it EOPIDMTCAPO. If you don’t feel up to a stroll, please feel free to just use your eyes.
Contact Your Physician…
This is a bagel wrapped hot dog. It was sitting under a heat lamp and seemed very happy about being there.
I think I could have written about this hot dog. The problem I ran into was that I had too many jokes. They were interfering with the meat of the post. I’m not above cheap jokes, but I won’t have then interfere with the thrust of my writing.
But language is a treacherous thing, a most unsure vehicle, and it can seldom arrange descriptive words in such a way that
they will not inflate the facts…
Mark Twain, Following The Equator
Words can do so much. They can show us things and educate us. They can lead us to feel joy or sorrow. Words pass legends between generations.
When we put them on paper, they can dance on the page like the most exquisite ballerina. They can also stumble off the edge of the page like a bumbling drunk.
Words can take us places, or not. This is a tale of how they can fail to get us where they’re intended to send us.
A Journey Starts With A Word
The family of a young man who was taken too soon came to town to visit where he was buried. Because we miss him too, several of us who worked with the young man volunteered to escort his family on their sad journey.
The task of leading the procession of cars to the cemetery fell to me. I am familiar with the cemetery’s location. Getting to the gates of the graveyard was not a problem. Moving beyond the gates to the burial site was a bit more of an issue. Read the rest of this entry »
Because I tend to be a planner when it comes to things like this, I have made another decision on a purchase. A lot of thought went into this choice. I don’t want to be hasty with my ridiculousness, I want to maximize it. I think I am taking a giant step toward that with this choice.
I am going to buy a locomotive. Do you know anyone who owns a locomotive? Probably not, yet. Read the rest of this entry »
Like most blogs, Blurt gets its share of attempts to clutter its comment section with spam. Today I looked in my spam folder and found this (with a link to some scam site) :
Mrs. Anti-Virus: I bet you wish George Bush was President now.
Not surprisingly, this spam was aimed at a post that had nothing to do with who the President is. The post was about the coming adventures of an Angelina Jolie action figure. Still, the name of the person who sent it took me back. I was actually tempted to respond to spam. Let me tell you why.
My Friend Amy
Back before I went to college, in the time that my son refers to as “when the whole world was in black and white”, I went to school with a girl named Amy Anti. She was a cheerful girl I met in seventh grade band class. I was a drummer, Amy played the flute. Neither of us were great musicians. In fact, I was bad enough for the both of us, but that isn’t really the point.
As I said, Amy was a pretty upbeat person when I met her, especially for someone whose last name was a prefix. We became great friends, rarely missing lunch together and helping each other through all the high school relationship silliness. In retrospect, I probably should have asked her out, but I never did because, well, she was my buddy Amy. Read the rest of this entry »