Something That Happened.
This is
Stories by Harold, in a variety of formats - including text, audio, video, and podcasts.
Featuring several years of
quality archived content!
Expand/Collapse archive
Archives
December 2002
February 2003
April 2003
May 2003
June 2003
July 2003
August 2003
September 2003
October 2003
November 2003
December 2003
January 2004
February 2004
March 2004
April 2004
May 2004
June 2004
July 2004
August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
November 2007
February 2008
March 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
September 2008
December 2008
March 2009
April 2009
June 2009
July 2009
Read an example archived post now!
Expand/collapse example
Thursday, September 11, 2003
I've had a few.
But then again,
Too few to mention!
written by Paul Anka
This is not to replace your love for your God, or your spouse, or your family. I'm simply saying that we all need to give ourselves a bit more self-love at this time of year. (No, not that type of self-love !) Too many of us beat up on ourselves throughout the year, and then nearly destroy ourselves at year's end. No wonder there are so many suicides during the Holidays; the messages bombarding us are to Buy Buy Buy and to Give Give Give -- but what if you have nothing to give but love? If you have a dearth of that good stuff, then you'll have a bitch of a time spreading it around to your neighbors.
So be good to yourself, whether you're Christian, Pagan, Wiccan, Athiest, Hindu, Islamic, Mormon, Podcastin, or otherwise. Don't take the pills, they won't do you or anyone else any good; you'll simply miss out on the Next Big Thing (which may turn out to be Your Next Big Thing). Just do things your own way, singing that little hymn as you do so:
What has he got?
If not himself,
Then he has naught.
To say the things,
He truly feels,
And not the words,
Of one who kneels.
The record shows,
I took the blows
And did it my way!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I think that Apollo 11 thing is a hoax; I went outside this afternoon and found the Saturn V rocket still right here on Earth!
This is just a few blocks from my apartment; I can actually see this Saturn V from one of my windows. Rockin', huh? (Or rocketin'!)
Anyway, I was taking a walk, listening to some hypernonsense being transmitted from my iPod, when I looked up and thought, Hmmm...I think I should go back and get my camera and then post to my blog! So, there you have it.
Yes, I'm still a fabulously silly man. And, unless my mind is playing a trick on me, I've been happy here -- possibly even happier than I'd been in L.A. in quite a long time. The Girl seems to think so, and I must say I agree. Like I said, though: Hopefully my mind's not playing a trick on me.
There's so much more space in the place we live -- this is the largest place I've ever lived in, aside from that summer at the Stewarts -- and that certainly helps lift some of the cobwebs from the mind. And speaking of cobwebs: There are a few, but only because we have two bathtubs -- one more than we really need -- and so the spiders take up residence in the one that doesn't get used as often. But that's a good thing! Because you see, I'd rather have too many tubs than not enough. I lived far too many years without a bathtub, and I don't believe I'll ever live without one again.
Spiders and insects (yes, there are quite a few of the latter) aside, I've really been enjoying the space of the place. Not just indoors: Rocket City is a decent-sized city, and quite a green one, too. I've enjoyed walking around, noting some of the differences between L.A. and Huntsville. There aren't as many sidewalks as I'd prefer, but I'm not letting that stop me from scrambling both over and under the city's highways. (If I live here longer than a year, however, I'll simply have to get a bicycle or a motorcycle to get around. I enjoy walking, but I'm guessing there will come a day when I tire of dashing across the freeway in order to get to where I'm going.)
Also: It's an exciting time to live in a place they call Rocket City, USA. This week's anniversary of the moon landing is a stirring reminder (around here) of this city's contribution to the space program. I've yet to actually step foot inside the U.S. Space & Rocket Center, but once I get my annual pass it'll probably be difficult to keep me out! Maybe I'll even get a part-time job there while I'm attending school.
And speaking of school: All the courses I've taken over the past two years are beginning to add up, and looking at my transcripts is beginning to fill me with a sense of accomplishment. Once I've completed the summer course I'm currently enrolled in, however, I'll need to figure out a financial pathway into a local college (which will be relatively expensive for me -- Alabama community colleges are rather expensive here in comparison to California's). There's always hope, though: Perhaps the University of Alabama will find some room for me in one of their graduate programs (and then I'd qualify for financial aid)! Wish me luck.
Anyway, it's getting late here, and the old man (I'm talking about me) is ready to get some more studying in and then get some sleep. Thanks for spending some time here, reading my words (and puzzling over the expression on my face).
Labels: accomplishments, college, cost of living, Rocket City, Saturn V, space, transportation
Friday, March 23, 2007
, the latter of which seems to be my biography. Dick's book was getting very interesting; maybe I can find a copy of the book in e-book format online so I don't have to wait until I have the cash on hand to pay the library for the book. I'm a good citizen, generally, and I plan to pay the library what I owe. Anyone know where I can locate some e-books? You know, the kind that aren't DRM'ed? (Hey, I'm already paying for the freaking book! Don't you dare ask me to pay twice.)Labels: books, consequences, cost of living, drinking, losing things, Philip K. Dick, Tom Lutz, what I'm reading
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Labels: breakfast, commentary, cost of living, dilemma, observations, video, videoblog
Businesses in Huntsville, Alabama
*
I once posted, in this space (this right column), the following:
If I had friends they would be listed here
That particular bit o' text, that silly and idiotic phrase, was repeated a dozen or two dozen or so times and was intended to be temporary. I had been working on a project -- a new layout for this blog -- and had intended for that text to be placeholder content. That is, the text was supposed to temporarily replace the content that had previously occupied this column (which was a list of links to friends -- that is, other blogs and web sites I linked to). I didn't know what content I was going to place into that (this) space, so I placed a bunch of duplicate phrases here as a placeholder so that I would remember to fill in this space again later.
At the same time, I thought I was being cute with the heading:
NEW & IMPROVED FRIENDS!
The fact remains: I still don't know what content to put here,
in this column. Links again? Pictures? Video? Audio? Ads? Oh, hell no! It hasn't come to me yet, but I'm sure it will eventually, and when it does it'll come quick and (as usual) with consequences.
©2009
This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 Unported License*.
*Basically, this indicates you may do whatever you like with the content on this website except profit financially from it. However, if you are from one of the poorer nations of this world, particularly Nigeria, please contact me with as much e-mail as you possibly can detailing financial offers I may take into consideration. I am particularly interested in the transfer of large sums of money. Please also keep in mind the fact that my penis is quite tiny.