Okay... I've had it with this lack of blogging.
I posted a new piece (and a request for input, and story contributions) at http://generationvet.blogspot.com where I am hoping to begin development on a play that I have wanted to work on for quite some time.
Please check it out, pass it on, and add you fity cents.
In the mean time... Stay tuned here because there's gonna be more blogging coming immediately (well, at least this weekend).
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Hazel Stage Web Design :: Web Marketing Strategies with Audio
Hazel Stage Web Design :: Web Marketing Strategies with Audio
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This was actually an experiment using one of the tools we will be demonstrating in the above mentioned (click the link) seminar this coming Thursday. Not exactly sexy, but useful in its way.
I suppose this also reflects the fact that after nearly two months away from blogging (except for the blogs I get paid to write at http://hotelmonteleoneblog.com and http://carouselbarblog.com ) I am on the verge of a sparkling return!
My 55th birthday is Tuesday... That kind of says it all.
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This was actually an experiment using one of the tools we will be demonstrating in the above mentioned (click the link) seminar this coming Thursday. Not exactly sexy, but useful in its way.
I suppose this also reflects the fact that after nearly two months away from blogging (except for the blogs I get paid to write at http://hotelmonteleoneblog.com and http://carouselbarblog.com ) I am on the verge of a sparkling return!
My 55th birthday is Tuesday... That kind of says it all.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Today's The Day!
Starting today Quicksilver Amusements gets even more mercurial and mellifluous.
More info to come on that... Just wanted to write it down.
More info to come on that... Just wanted to write it down.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Remember!
There have been some difficult days of late. Things continue to look like they will get more difficult before they get easier.
I keep hearing, and seeing, people make stupid, pointless, mind-numbingly inane statments like, "This isn't change you can believe in..." as if any change comes this fast (it did after all take Dubya eight years to screw things up this badly!).
The forces of darkness - whether they come from a gun fired at a man standing in a church doorway, angry hypocritical attacks made by ugly political hacks , or the blathering mediocrity of the nation's most inane broadcast personality - are arrayed against the President, a progressive political direction, and basic human openess and decency. As a remedy for the depressed reaction that tries to raise it's ugly head as a response to that, I've taken to listening to this song more and more (and viewing the video in my head even when I'm not watching it on a screen).
It helps to, as the song says, remember, the place we've come from and the people we've come with.
And I've really only got two things to say about that:
1) Nobody said this was gonna be easy.
2) Like the sign on a deli wall in post-Katrina New Orleans proclaims...
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I love the smell of bike tires in the morning!
Last Thursday morning, with my eyes still closed softly in sleep, a smile on my face, and visions of sugar plums dancing in my head... I had the dubious privilege of being rousted out of my nice comfy bed to trudge down to the corner of Petaluma Boulevard and D Street (Petaluma California's Walnut Park). Upon arrival I was commandeered to hand out coffee, apples, croissants, muffins, water and bicycle bags of souvenirs and information to 143 intrepid peddlers as they passed through downtown for their participation in Bike To Work Day 2009. I was joined by other hardy souls - a representative of Whole Foods who showed up with the victuals, a public affairs person from Kaiser Permanente who brought bike reflectors and bags, a student from a nearby massage school who enthusiastically provided hands on support, and a bike mechanic who came fully prepared (with his seeing eye dog in tow) to load bikes on his rack, give them a diagnostic spin and tweak them into performance perfection.
Most of the time I work from home, and have done so for the better part of twenty five years. I still have to travel to visit clients, or to research stories and interview subjects, but most of my time is spent in front of my computer in the same place where I eat, sleep and dream. I live in a section of my little town that allows me to walk to just about everywhere - the grocery store, my favorite pub, the bookstore and even the bus station. When it comes to transportation, I keep a pretty low carbon footprint, simply because I can. So for me, this morning was kind of a revelation. People were excited. They were enjoying themselves. Some of the folks I met ride their bikes to work every day, others were trying it for the first time. "I do this every day," said one smiling woman, "but today's the only day you get the booty!" I handed her a bag and a muffin and she rode on laughing. Kids rolled in and out on their way to school, and regular bikers talked about how encouraging it was to see other folks on the road. "So much of the time, you don't see anyone else," said another happy rider as she sipped her coffee and grinned. "This is fantastic!"
Every single one of the 143 folks I laughed with, handed schwag to, and waved at as they rode away were clearly juiced with the engagement of doing something to make a difference. As for me... I'm going out to the garage and pulling out my bike! They say misery loves company, but from what I saw this morning, so does happy peddling.
Most of the time I work from home, and have done so for the better part of twenty five years. I still have to travel to visit clients, or to research stories and interview subjects, but most of my time is spent in front of my computer in the same place where I eat, sleep and dream. I live in a section of my little town that allows me to walk to just about everywhere - the grocery store, my favorite pub, the bookstore and even the bus station. When it comes to transportation, I keep a pretty low carbon footprint, simply because I can. So for me, this morning was kind of a revelation. People were excited. They were enjoying themselves. Some of the folks I met ride their bikes to work every day, others were trying it for the first time. "I do this every day," said one smiling woman, "but today's the only day you get the booty!" I handed her a bag and a muffin and she rode on laughing. Kids rolled in and out on their way to school, and regular bikers talked about how encouraging it was to see other folks on the road. "So much of the time, you don't see anyone else," said another happy rider as she sipped her coffee and grinned. "This is fantastic!"
Every single one of the 143 folks I laughed with, handed schwag to, and waved at as they rode away were clearly juiced with the engagement of doing something to make a difference. As for me... I'm going out to the garage and pulling out my bike! They say misery loves company, but from what I saw this morning, so does happy peddling.
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