•February 11, 2011 • Leave a Comment
I can not justify writing for free … but for money, or as an intern maybe. I try … not to delude myself – into believing that writing is so enjoyable.
“I don’t know anyone who enjoys making money. There are those who enjoy spending the money afterwards, but I know no-one who enjoys making it.” (George Lucas)
Am I paid for this? Not currently. Do I enjoy it? I’d say money is just money, can’t buy me love (but it helps defray the cost).
“I’ll write until I get too old, and then I’ll get a lighter pen.” (Neil Simon)
NEXT: What is the purpose of this blog post? Why write it, or read it?
•February 1, 2011 • Leave a Comment
“Purple haze all in my brain .. excuse me while I kiss the sky … whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me – “ – guitar ..
Flannery O’Connor could make sense of Heisenberg home life uncertainties by writing, which slows things to clarity. ♪ ♯ ♫ It is nearly Freudian, the ability for writing to cut through purple haze, remove conflict, understand hopefully thrillingly. The alternative is alien to the inherent, acquired talent which needs polishing, Charles Bukowski notwithstanding.
•January 27, 2011 • Leave a Comment
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~~ On this site, January 27th, 2011 absolutely nothing of any importance occurred ~~
And that’s the way it is, January 2011, and I’m Walter Kronkite, Krankenschwester. And nothing really matters. But I know, yet have I the courage to face the future? Time chases us all, waits for no-one, and it won’t wait for me.
This has been a test of the National Broadcast Networks.
•January 23, 2011 • Leave a Comment
Vietnam makes Afghanistan look like a square dance.