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Tuesday Too # 28
1.) What, is it Tuesday again?
Please state your question again; the logic is somewhat fuzzy.
Okay then, what is the day most likely to be if yesterday was Monday?
Tuesday of course, and it will be Tuesday all day long.
2.) Now here’s a real question for you. What is the most important/significant thing that you have on your plate today? And no I don’t mean spinach or potatoes; I mean nuts and bolts.
3.) Ask me anything you’d like to know, and I just might tell you, or I might not.
4.) Is the Tuesday Too person losing her mind?
I don’t mind, do you? But, then again I must remind you that the answer is all in your head. And with that in mind, who could tell?
5.) Is this the end of the Tuesday Too?
Anything is possible.
Post your URL in the comment, or don’t
“The longer one lives, the more one realizes that nothing is a dish for every day.”
–Norman Douglas.
Whoops
Where was the Testzone?
Out floating in cyber server space; it still existed. You just couldn’t access it.
Huh?
Well I told you a while ago that I had to “pay up” or find another host, because barrysworld was no longer going to provide free hosting. I got so busy with the political web site tweaking the last few days; I forgot about blogging, and the Testzone was sucked down the vortex. I never was able to find a free host that offered php, and decided to pay for barrysworld services. It was an opps thing.
So now that it costs you money, are you going to blog more often?
Maybe, but most likely not.
“I’d like to live as a poor man with lots of money.”
–Pablo Picasso
Tuesday Too # 27
1.) 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
Away
Will be away for a while. I mean away from painting houses. artattackcentral.com 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
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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.
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Tuesday Too # 26
1.) 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.”
–Anonymus