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Tuesday Too # 27

Tuesday Too1.) Are you dreaming now? How do you know you are, or how do you know you’re not?

2.) What’s going on that really makes your life a source of wonderment?

3.) Why do you think you’re here, and where is “here” anyway?

Post your URL in the comment.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

–Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”


Will be away for a while. I mean away from painting houses. is designing site ASAP for a Maryland politician running for re-election (sept. 10th). No, I won’t say who; I don’t want to jinx it. Good resume builder, is what it is.

What resume?

Are you out there Anne? Re resume discussion?

Who’s Anne?

I met with Anne last week for drinks last week on the thirteenth floor of the Belvedere in the Mount Vernon section of Baltimore. This was our second foray into the world of friendship beyond blogging, and linked blogger activities. We first met at a Baltimore Bloggers picnic in June. Somewhere in my rattled brain is our resume discussion, which ends with me not having one. And just how do you make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear? In other words, how do you take a house painter/artist with an MA in psychology, and turn them into an experienced whatever you want to be, while maintaining honesty. Aha yes, remember that question; is honesty always the best policy?

“Opportunities are usually disguised as hard work, so most people don’t recognize them.”

–Ann Landers


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”


Okay, so I don’t know how to spell worth shit! I should not be allowed to post without spell check.

I slowly made my way across the playing field. As I entered the Darkwood on the far side, the ancient pines quivered in the wind. Needles were dropping; tiny brown spears piercing the forest floor, and the birds began to whisper. “Where is it going? What’s it feeling?” Suddenly I felt the path beneath my bare feet give way. The fall began with the fading sounds of rustling trees and bird whispers. Then silence, except for the sound of my own breathing; all around me were images of other lives not lived, possibilities moving in fast succession toward some unknown, and impossible ending. The lives passing by were spinning ferris wheels without passengers. One of the wheels stopped, cars swinging to and fro. Sound began to filter through the images. The rigging, squealing and groaning under the brake pressure, began to speak coherently. “We’ve been with you before; you just don’t remember. As a matter of fact we’ve been with you since the beginning.” “Beginning of what?” I cried. “You know, the very beginning. The beginning of you.” “But, that’s just not possible,” I shouted. “Why are you shouting?” “I’m upset. I’ve fallen down some hole like Alice; only difference is, this ain’t Wonderland. It’s in my head, and if I want to shout, I will.” The wheel began to spin again; the voices abruptly stopped. Now instead of being an observer of the wheels, I was on one, going round and round. As I rose to the top each time I tried to retain a mental picture of the layout below. Looking off towards the East, I could make out the Darkwood, just beyond the edge of the largest ferris wheel.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Tuesday Too # 26

Tuesday Too1.) Here’s something to RANT about: “Nigerian woman loses battle…”

2.) After reading the above article, most questions seem trivial; however, isn’t something like this beyond toleration/acceptance of “other cultures ways of doing things?”

3.) Explain your yes position on question # 2, and tell us what should/can we as individuals, or nations do about it? If you answered no to question # 2, tell us why we should should close our eyes to injustice in other nations.

Post your URL in the comment.

“To succeed in politics, it is often necessary to rise above your principles.”



“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Putting Up The $$$

Yes, I’ve decided to cave in and pay for barrysworld hosting of the blog.

How come?

Aside from not finding a free host that has php, I realize the work of moving the blog again is just more than I’m capable of dealing with in the next 10 days. Add to that the fact that google has that URL, and the Testzone comes up # one for 2,000,000 results of tuesday too. But, then I say to myself, “so what?” How many people in their right minds are searching the words tuesday too? But, how many of us are in our right minds?

Right minds, what the hell does that mean?

All I can say is: how can we have both artists and conservatives in there right minds? What about bicameral?

Are you going somewhere with this?

Excuse me, do you mind? Remind me to tell you about it sometime.

“History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon.”



“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Talk About Real

Check out Nature; the language gene has been found!

Hello world

oops = print Noam Chomsky;

Hello Noam Chomsky

According to yesterday’s Washington Post, scientists will begin tinkering with the language gene of mice.


Look out Elliott; the mice will be warning their families and friends when your on the lurk, and from us they’ll be requesting pizza and fries, The next thing you know, they’ll be telling us where to go.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”