All the crap that you want to say

2004-02-03T13:17:00.000-05:00

IPOD Music Choice: Lords of Acid

Today move talk about Janet. Really we all know the story here with that. I was thinking about the over all cost of education. What a crime school costs are on the rise, and pay for those teachers is at an all time low.

Working today on a project that has been fighting against most every one in the company. Doing whats right is not as easy as most people would think. I am to dam pissed to be writing anything today. I'll leave with this thought.

Reuters - A wallet lost in southern Sweden more than 40 years ago has been returned to its owner -- with her cash still in it.

2004-02-02T12:45:00.000-05:00

Todays' IPOD tunes, Ms Janet Jackson.

After yesterdays events what could be said about the hald time show that has already not be said. Interesting side bar notes. MTV knew nothing of the sort. Yea right. They knew, and they blew. Ms Janet. Whicih I do love. mind you her music speaks to many about issues that I can fully understand, and at times relate with. She knews that her ablum ( Older folk word) CD will be out soon. In fact it will be out in March. World tour to follow shortly after. We all know that PR is best when somone is talking about you. So hey 1 billion people now will be talking about her.

OK, lets talk about the Super Bowl. What a game sure if you like low scoring events. The PATS really did come to play. I thought the over all game was worth watching to the end.

Commericals ? Lame the only one I liked was the horse on a date. Thats it. What happened to Apple ? BTW I am windows user only.

No more crap today.

DRUDGE REPORT 2004�

2004-01-29T14:48:00.000-05:00

Today IPOD JAM was DP101 Black and White. Very nice stuff. Smooth and easy to listen to.

So whats my thoughts around James Brown The Godfather of the ass beating. Come on now we know the truth about this and him. Dam I would not even get near this beer drinking, pot smoking, dancing fool

James Brown arrested

2004-01-28T10:12:00.000-05:00

Todays IPOD - John Digweed. The best of mixed, house, and underground. The joint will last about 2 hrs, and take us from a low point of the AM to the high of mid-day. I am going to need a tune for the afternoon. But why worry about that right now.

Not a day goes by that I do not think about 9-11 and here comes screaming over my radio for the drive in, this little story and my whole thoughts take me back to the start of that day. Ah will we ever forget. I hope not !

USATODAY.com - Voice from 9/11 describes terror aboard hijacked jet

2004-01-27T09:07:00.000-05:00

Todays Ipod music choice will be................ Sting, a wide selection of Sting from early 80's to current. Why, because its raining. In Tampa today.

Time to get my mind ready for Super Bowl. My choice is the Brady bunch. He looks like a a smooth VIC. He can win this again.

SuperBowl.com - Official website of Super Bowl XXXVIII

2004-01-26T15:23:00.000-05:00

USATODAY.com - Part of Patriot Act ruled unconstitutional: "Part of Patriot Act ruled unconstitutional"

AS much as I am American and feel the lose of our fellow Amercians that faithfull day September 9th I can believe that these types of actionable events still acurr without our outraged voices. What happened to Amendments, 1 and 5 did we forget them we agreed to support the Patriot Act. NO, I am not some cardholding ACLIU member. Just a person that believes that this is truly our country and we have rights only when we speak up. Mad is not even the feeling I have. President Bush, give back our rights and enjoy the victory you will have . You have become a leader. Now is your chance to lead.

2004-01-26T13:34:00.000-05:00

Its Monday, I am running with my head in my hand. Its crazy. Work is runnig me into the ground today. IPOD is running U2 and I really have not had much of a chance to think about much else.

Poems, is something that I am interested in today. Well everyday. So here's todays Poem.

Invitation to America
a version of Baudelaire's 'Invitation to the Voyage'

It's a day for daydreaming: rain
choking the gutters, wind whistling at the window.
Put down that coffee for a minute
and think about it — a ménage à deux
at the other end of the planet, floating on a culture
with a blank mind, or rather, surfing
on the waves of fashion, asleep on the wing,
splashed by each passing trend.

The way the sun lifts up from the backdrop
so enthusiastically and lights up the windblown
clouds from behind, it's a knockout,
a patchwork canopy of blue and yellow.

The storekeepers, the cops, the culture vultures
remind me of you — deliquescent con-artist,
blinking and lying through the convenient tears.
Like a paint job on a new convertible
the talk is brilliant and skin-deep.
No history — who needs it? The furniture
seems to know what you're planning, day by day,
the air conditioning blesses you with perfume,
the mirrors are discreet in what they remember
and what they choose to forget.

The vernacular of the shopping channel
and the sale catalog is on everybody's lips —
nothing but beauty and elegance, and the houseboats
and the matching housecoats are just right!
Along the canals, the clink of ice-blocks knocking
in a jug, the traffic lights are only ever green or amber,
and the big orange moon rises on cue,
haunt of astronauts. Think about it:

a voyage that takes you to yourself;
a movie that reminds you of its own locale

2004-01-26T13:28:00.000-05:00

IPOD, playing U2 today

2004-01-23T14:40:00.000-05:00

Guess what my weekend tunes will be

2004-01-23T10:54:00.000-05:00

Todays IPOD Choice

Miles Davis - The major musical force of the second half of the 20th century. Period. Bigger than rock, bop, pop, hip-hop or any genre label stuck on for Miles to sneer at. Miles Davis - The Prince of Darkness - brooding and reclusive on stage, addicted at various times to heroin and cocaine. Miles Davis - The Chameleon of Modern Music - restless, always moving ahead - despite what his audience, critics or sidemen would prefer - even when they knew better.

After all, the MUSIC that this man created is what is important. Yeah, Miles the man was a pretty interesting guy. You can pick up any of several biographies on Miles - or surf the web (I've listed some of the more interesting books and web site below), but here you'll find discussion of the music. The music of Miles Davis demands respect that transcends the man - just as the man transcended the music. It worked that way for Miles.

The major recordings of Miles Davis will be examined here - in an order and selection that will work for some - and not for others. If you haven't heard the music of Miles Davis, maybe I can steer you in a direction that will work for you - but maybe not, 'cause this music goes its own way - just like Miles did.

Welcome to The Official Miles Davis Web Site

2004-01-23T10:49:00.000-05:00

Its cold again. Florida and cold weather, yuck. I was thining about my brithday. Anotehr year older and another year wiser so they say.

Today is the weekend before, many of the DEMS are hanging out and sucking up to those that live in VT. Really now. Think about this. Who the hell would want to go to VT in January. Election years who does ? Anyone ? Anyone ? Nope sorry its to cold. Anyway I am thinking today we should change, we should say no more CRAP. Taken none, give none. NO CRAP.

IPOD ROCKS. MOBY IS FUNNY-

MOBY.COM

2004-01-21T15:33:00.000-05:00

2004-01-19T11:49:00.000-05:00

I could post my own thoughts today. However I though it would be better for all of us to remember Dr King had to say. Its not a black thing, or a white thing. Its a people thing ! We all are effected by this message of hope and love.

2004-01-19T11:45:00.000-05:00

I Have A Dream: "'I Have A Dream'

by Martin Luther King, Jr,

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.

One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.

So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.

So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

2004-01-14T11:09:00.000-05:00

I am thinking of my friends in New York. Its hard to believe that 9 11 really happened. We have changed as people. We have changed for the better, I am not to sure about that. I am not willing to buy into the idea that everyone has changed. What has happened, is not easy to tell if your not a New Yorker. -

Today I walked around, the sun shining bright on my face, the cold wind blows down the street. Sun, now thats different I have always walked in the dark downtown. The sun was something we saw from the pier, or from the lady's base. Never on the street. Whats changed? What has caused the light to shine in, what has cause me to think of thee ? Ah it was the rain, the rain of dust, pain and grief of my fellow New Yorkers. You may have taken my friends, but you can't stop the sun from sunshine down on me. You can't stop us from remembering, what you have done.

2004-01-14T11:02:00.000-05:00

Today I am in Atlanta, checked into the hotel getting ready for a meeting, three days of meetings. Yes the whole company is gathered around the idea of increased focus. I wonder if we can really change.

2004-01-14T11:01:00.000-05:00

Reflecting Absence
I think you often
as I walk the streets alone
I share the saddness that the world
has gone before me
I think of you often

2004-01-07T15:50:00.000-05:00

Atlanta Its time to head to Atlanta again. Yes, work has a little road trip for me. Goodie Good. I'll charge up my IPOD, load the tunes, and grab a fresh pair of cans for the flight up to ATL. It's about a week away. I have been on a conference call for about 2 hours and have another 2 more hours of talk, and webmeeting stuff.

2004-01-07T12:30:00.000-05:00

Its Cold today
Today in Tampa Florida its cold. Yes the temp is down around 65 and going towards 45. I sat in an 2 hour traffic jam to work. Ah its starting to feel like NYC. Thinking about NYC I was wondering back to childhood an interesting time in ones life so I am told. I wonder how I ever made it. How did I ever put beyond those childish ways to become a Father today. I wonder if I was to be born to different parents would I be able to view things differently. I am not saying that I have any issues with people. Just that I find myself, walled off, shut out and closed down to much "in person" communication. Why ? I now understand after thousands and I do mean thousands of dollars to lay down on the coach and dive deep into the past. So I guess in the end it all comes down to boarding school. What the hell. Yea being left to fend for myself in boarding school created the person I have become. Not really tied to much, because back than everytging chaneds so often you could never count on much but change. Hum, that explains why I have no real issue with work. Its change, everyday and all the time.

2004-01-06T11:57:00.000-05:00

Sunny day ! Yes the another day that looks great and feels great. I sit at my desk typing away.

Its more than a blog today. Its a process of thought. So I was thinking about anger. What a subject right ? Well, it is. Think about for second. Anger controls a lot of things. Right ? Yea it does. The only difference between anger controling you and you controling it. As I drive into the office with the other thousands of drivers. I wonder if I cut off this person next to me what would happen ? Would they finger me, would they scream and wave their hands ? do I even care. Not really. I only care if I am cut off. Most of the time I scream into my radio and race to the light to see the fool who cut me off. Thats it, Thats the way I control anger.

Questions ? Sure why not

2004-01-05T22:56:00.000-05:00

OK its close to the end of the day. I have been thinking. That if I was going to really start logging my thoughts. I really should think about my actions, and the reactions to them. Look around and see whats really going on. I have been in a fog for sometime now. Well I guess I'll WAKE UP

2004-01-05T21:39:00.000-05:00

Now that Bold is the font of choice I know we can all read this wonderful stuff

2004-01-05T21:38:00.000-05:00

So whats in a poem any way ?/
Why do I worry so much about the future, when the time to worry has past ?

2004-01-05T21:26:00.000-05:00
So if your going to write something done, should it be of value ?

2004-01-05T14:16:00.000-05:00
Star Wars Kid Remix Videos Pictures MP3 Video Download Ghyslain Starwars

Now this is an interesting thought. What can you do now that the world knows you as the STAR WARS KID

2004-01-05T14:14:00.000-05:00
BBC NEWS | Americas | US introduces new security checks

What has happened to us. Give us your tired, hungry and poor. Oh by the way as you enter please smile and give my your right finger. I guess our freedoms are only ours once you live here.

2004-01-05T14:12:00.000-05:00
Sun
Sun you warm my soul
Sun you guide my thought
Sun you make me thristy
Sun I know your Southern
Sun my Northern friends miss you
Sun

2004-01-05T14:08:00.000-05:00
My links suck. I am so pissed at them. SUCK SUCK SUCK

2004-01-05T14:03:00.000-05:00
Ipods are the best. Yes its money ! I got mine about a month ago. Went I got it. It made me smile. Music is so dam cool on an Ipod.

2004-01-05T13:43:00.000-05:00
Welcome to a new year 2004. I can start this by posting all kinds of thoughts. Images of what,where and the who of me. However if I was to so I would only waste your time and I think its better to start fresh and kick in my past as I move along.