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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Regrets...
I've had a few.
But then again,
Too few to mention!
--"My Way",
written by Paul Anka
When I hear that song, I think of Frank Sinatra, and sometimes Elvis or Sid Vicious -- all of whom have been known to perform, in their own unique manner, that wonderful song. Wonderful because -- though I don't always enjoy hearing it, I've heard it so much -- the song is a wonderful personal anthem. That's something we all need: a personal anthem. A song that praises our individuality; a mark of devotion to oneself. After all, they say you're going to have a helluva time loving anyone else unless you've first learned to love yourself, right?

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:
For what is a man,
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!

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Money. "Money money money mo-ney...money!!!" Aargh, it's the root. Of all evil. Nothing new to tell you there. But sometimes you feel it more than at other times. I mean, really feel it. Like when you're behind on your rent. Well, I suppose it doesn't feel like the root of all evil when the rent's due, but it sure doesn't feel nice. It feels mean. (Though my landlords are nice, they fix my locks, so it's not like they're mean or anything, they simply seem to forget to perform some maintenance from time to time, and they don't screen prospective tenants very well...but I digress.)



Lemme start over. Money feels like it's the root of all evil when you want to visit your mom but can't because you don't have enough money to pay the rent, let alone the transportation and meal expenses for the day spent with The Woman Who Gave Birth To You. But that's bullshit, you realize, when you think of the money you spent on that expensive computer part last month. Was your mom in your thoughts when you PayPal'ed that money to that eBay seller, dude? Evil is when your mind is consumed with guilt, shame, sadness, and pain due to your lack of a clams, your inability to horde the coinage.

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posted by Harold  5/20/2007 10:16:00 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post

Thursday, December 07, 2006


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My thoughts while journeying to my mom...
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posted by Harold  12/07/2006 01:30:00 PM | 2 Comments | Links to this post

Friday, November 17, 2006


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"On a rainy day/In L.A...."
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posted by Harold  11/17/2006 06:25:00 PM | 2 Comments | Links to this post

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Thus begins the incident...
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posted by Harold  11/17/2006 01:40:00 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post

Sunday, August 29, 2004

(This was once an audio post, but the service that hosted the audio went out of business. You may try the link, but it probably won't go anywhere:

http://www.audblog.com/media/2100/90552.mp3

It's possible I archived this audio post elsewhere, but it's going to take some time for me to locate it...)

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posted by Harold  8/29/2004 04:17:00 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post

Friday, August 27, 2004

(CONTINUING FROM PREVIOUS AUDIO POST)



On the way to the check-cashing place...wait a minute, did I already tell this story before? The one about the panic attack on the bus? The one where I found myself lying on a car seat in an auto dealership, surrounded by paramedics? I have a feeling I already told this one before, but since I haven't been able to locate the entry, I'm not certain. I'd hate to bore you with a re-telling. Of course, my perspective of the event is bound to be different now, so you may still find it interesting...

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posted by Harold  8/27/2004 07:48:00 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post
(This was once an audio post, but the service that hosted the audio went out of business. You may try the link, but it probably won't go anywhere:

http://www.audblog.com/media/2100/89879.mp3

It's possible I archived this audio post elsewhere, but it's going to take some time for me to locate it! Sorry for the delay...)

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posted by Harold  8/27/2004 05:12:00 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post

Tuesday, May 06, 2003

Mom in the dark confines of the bar, a big, greasy, hairy man hovering over her, attempting to plant another big, greasy, hairy kiss on her lips. Mom resisting, him caving in on her, she giving in, for the moment. Him offering her some beer. Here's a bottle, take it. Go on, you can have it. Mom holding the bottle, a child with candy. Me glaring at the guy, who the fuck are you? This is my mom, buddy. Respect her.

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posted by Harold  5/06/2003 10:07:00 AM | 0 Comments | Links to this post

Sunday, May 04, 2003

Blogging from a bench in Malibu, via wireless phone, in the sun. The life. Wish mom was here.

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posted by Harold  5/04/2003 05:57:00 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post

Businesses in Huntsville, Alabama

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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.