chuck's blog: "THIS MORNING"

These are some thoughts that could happen in the next few months.

Good Possiblity:

A shirt that says I survived S.A.R.S., Mad Cow, Avian Flu, and Swine Flu.

Not Good Possibility:

That people will remember the dates of any of these "pandemics".

Even if none of these things happen no one is keeping track.  Well mabey me but I am not sure that counts. 

Fact :

These little guys

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emoticons

The first recorded use of them was during the presidency of Abraham Lincoln. In copy of the typwritter typed speech the emoticon was used to indicat that he should shift his voice to a laughable tone. In case the crowd didn't get the joke.

Opinion

 I think way more important fact out of this little snippit is that if Abe needed a reminder that this specific line was a joke, perhaps, it wasn't all that funny.

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We have all had to make some tough decision before, like putting a dog to sleep or owning up to a mistake we have made.  Yet the convesation this evening with my mom let me in on just how tough a decision can get. The tone of our weekly phone call started off with the usual clicks and clacks. You know "work is good so is the weather' kind of talk. Then somewhere toward the middle of our 10 min weekly routine. I asked how my grandmother was doing. I asked this question knowing that this would easily fill up the remaining 5 or so minutes before I had to say "well mom I need to get back to work". Only her reply was not so predictable, after telling me how the last month plus have really been difficult with grandmas health. She mentioned that she has been reaserching nursing homes and how deciding to follow through with the parent-child role reversal is not something she is looking forward to.   Stunned with that response all I could say is yeah thats a tough decision.

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Making the world cleaner for you and for me and them .

 The push to be enviromentally responsible has taken an almost pop star like strangle hold on all sorts of things latley. From renewable energy, green cleaners, to bio fuel. Why has this life style started to take hold in so many peoples lives.  50 years ago composting was a common practice to keep the garden fertile now it is done by people who dont have garden.  Recycling used to be for the kids who wanted to make an extra dollar. Now the line at the recycling center on Saturday is so long it takes twenty minutes to be able to unload your trash. As we watch this state of mind (living green) grow it makes me wonder at the era of industrial revalutioin. When if you had a new idea you could do no wrong. Generations ago who would have thought that the combustable engine would create so much smog. Or who would have thought that crude oil replaceing whale oil. would save the whales but give birth to a whole new set eviromental challenges for future generations. is this the era of green revalution mabey so.

Quote

"the unknown is less dangerous then than the barley known"author unknown

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Here are a couple of straight forward thought. from my head that keep a shitty day at bay.

Many of the days spent finding the path to happiness are happy days.

Nights only lead to the begining of another day.

Tomarrow is the  only way to get through today.

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So its been a while since i have had much to say... still i feel like there is somthing that is heavy on my mind. Mabey there is more than one thing on my mind. Only I find myself procrastinating choices that will alter the rest of my life. This is a horrible bout of writers block that seems to rear its head when I get the rest of my life in shape. Silence only breaks the mayhem in my mind when i babble on and on.  The emptyness tastes of water filtered with gravel. My thoughts become broken and incomplete the less I care. This is the cycle that my creativity creates for its self.  As i wait it takes the emotion and spills it with one line.  One word drives all of this insanity twisting and turning inside.

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Everthing has been so drawn out shaded like a pen and ink picture. Only this is taking to long to become antthing good. A thought becomes an line but the are so many to go. Now im in the white space between the black the figures the object. Only my desire preventss the imangination from starying in to the endless. I hate the white, yet when i look apon it , I find a rage for the black that never will be quenched. This is where the page is full. Turned to blank.