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A DEEP BREATH

A DEEP BREATH

Now is the time to take a deep breath. Maybe more than just one. As many as it may take until there is a greater sense of calm. Personal calm.

Those who have lost (or fear so, due to the lack of surety) loved ones are not expected to calm down anytime soon. Those whose lives have been unceremoniously and unjustly turned upside down are less likely to be calm in the short term.

Then there's the rest of us.

New Yorkers have a certain grit for which they are famous. In a melting pot country, there is no greater melting pot city than New York.

THE DAY AFTER

Fear begets fear

The Day After brings a rash of thoughts. What's next? More terrorist activity? Further building collapses in lower Manhattan? An end to the blaze still going at the Pentagon?

I dread the thought of the finger-pointing and the general, non-specific, bigoted hatred response. We must be sure not to subject Middle Easterners to "Guilt by Turban." Middle Easterners surely were among those who died in yesterday's carnage.

BLACK TUESDAY

SPAMINATOR SLAMS (you know who!)

SPAMINATOR SLAMS (you know who!)

The Earthlink National ISP TV ad campaign, ìWe donít sell your information,î aka, ìThe Spaminatorî is a splendid example of excellence in advertising. Despite absolutely no mention of the competitor, the ads in the campaign are a great attack on AOL.

STILL NOT DEAD YET

STILL NOT DEAD YET

Short takes:

Still alive, just too damned busy to get to blogging. Why am I now, then, blogging you ask? As a moment of escape, a diversion as I continue the death march to finish some crucial writing .... the stuff that pays the bills.

Sort of still in sadness and shock mode, the condition that sets in each year after I drop off the kids in NC with the ex.

NOT DEAD YET

No, I am not dead.

A regular reader of this space sent an e-mail to me. "Did you die?" was the basic question. No updates, no entries, no signs of life from this site or my dormant other site for quite some time...what could have happened to put a sudden halt to the usual output?

Someone did nearly kill me, but more about that later, or maybe another time.

What happened was Summer.

I am a divorced Dad, and as such I get my kids for just a short period each Summer.

The Confluence of Sevens

The Confluence of Sevens

Just about a month ago, right in this very same space, I exclaimed something to the effect that egads, it was June, already! And now here it is July.

Half the year is gone, the beginning of 2002 is nearer than the beginning of 2001. Summer Solstice came and went, 4th of July occurred, and I didnít do any of those promised weblog updates.

Funny how this stuff happens.

Explanations and excuses abound. Iíd written about a planned trip to Dallas.

A Death In Radio

A Death In Radio

From the time I was three years old, I knew I wanted to be in the radio business. At age three I was impressed by something I heard a local New York City radio personality do on the air. I ran into the kitchen to ask my mother how this had been done.

ìItís his job to know how to do that,î she said, ìHe has to know. Thatís what he does for a living

Immediately I knew, that was the job for me. The life for me.

A Very Strange Father´s Day

A Very Strange Fatherís Day

No cards came in the mail this year. Not a surprise, not a letdown.

The ex had warned me that the kids had sent a card to their grandfather, but none to me, she chuckled. Or maybe the better put, she cackled.

Knowing, as I do, that she is the driving force behind most snail mail initiative for both kids, I took this into consideration and accepted it as the state of things. So be it.

My son sent me a nice, baseball-themed card-via-the net.

Fuck Bill Gates, Fuck Microsoft & the horse they came in on

Fuck Bill Gates, Fuck Microsoft and the horse they came in on

Hereís an off the wall rant, with a rather disparate cast of characters, entities, and concepts:

    King Bill Gates, Emperor of Internetica

    The Wall Street Journal, broadsheet of the financial world and other subjects that carry advertising.

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