1. Don't worry.
2. Be happy.
3. Imagine being fearless.
4. Be an even more romantic husband.
5. Write even better even faster.
6. Make a living, including as a writer.
7. Live a balanced life as best I can.
8. Do the right thing.
9. Learn new skills and concepts.
10. Review these resolutions on or about each change of season and my birthday.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Is capitalism evil?
I've been wondering if capitalism is evil. Michael Moore's movie CAPITALISM A LOVE STORY argues that it is and even quotes a priest and a bishop saying so. Karl Marx argued that capitalism at least is better than slavery or feudalism. He was for it or against it depending on the situation. For instance, he was for the North against the South during the American Civil War, because he viewed it as capitalism versus slavery, while at the same time he was encouraging the communist movement in opposition to capitalism.
It seems to me that capitalism in its essential nature -- like the human body, like money, like a knife, like a rock, like a system of government -- is neutral, neither good nor evil, and that the general spiritual law applies, "It's not what you've got; it's what you do with it."
Every modern society is some mixture of capitalist private ownership market economy, socialism public ownership planned economy, and gift economy. All three have coexisted in the USA from colonial times, with capitalism being dominant. (About gift economy, see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gift_economy and http://www.gift-economy.com/) Today we have public, socialist roadways, waterways, utilities, schools, parks, libraries, mail service, and so on. Each of those is a mix of the three economies. A public school, for instance, is socialist, that is, is publicly owned, funded, and managed, but capitalist enterprises (workers hired and managed by investor owned companies) provide the buildings and supplies, and often a small amount of the work of operating a school is done as a gift by volunteers. What is public and what private varies with time and place. When I was young community owned electric power plants were common. In many countries mineral resources are publicly owned and managed. The US is an exception in the world in its lack of a publicly funded and managed health insurance system.
I personally have known capitalists who are contenders for sainthood. They are good to their employees, investors, managers, customers, the community, and the earth, each to the degree possible and reasonable, always putting a fair wage, respect for employees as humans, decent working conditions, avoiding pollution, and so on ahead of maximizing profits. History and the news media are full of examples of evil capitalists who foment war, ruin soil, air, and water with pollutants, mistreat and underpay workers, sell harmful goods to customers, and so on, in the name of maximizing profits. I think probably most capitalists are between those extremes, just doing their best to make enough money providing goods or services to make a living and stay in business. A change in circumstances will test such a capitalist's priorities.
Jesus taught, "For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." If a capitalist's life goal, heart's desire, treasure above all else is maximizing profits, it seems to me that person is spiritually dead and prone to do evil deeds -- to commit usury, to foment war, to sell unsafe products and produce, to get away with the lowest possible wages and worst possible working conditions, to pollute, and so on.
To protect against such capitalist evil doers, society needs taboos, laws, and regulations. But imperfect humans make those, so they can be helpful or harmful, depending. Finding a balance between regulating capitalism to prevent its misuse and avoiding the misuse of regulation is a task of the democratic process.
It seems to me that capitalism in its essential nature -- like the human body, like money, like a knife, like a rock, like a system of government -- is neutral, neither good nor evil, and that the general spiritual law applies, "It's not what you've got; it's what you do with it."
Every modern society is some mixture of capitalist private ownership market economy, socialism public ownership planned economy, and gift economy. All three have coexisted in the USA from colonial times, with capitalism being dominant. (About gift economy, see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gift_economy and http://www.gift-economy.com/) Today we have public, socialist roadways, waterways, utilities, schools, parks, libraries, mail service, and so on. Each of those is a mix of the three economies. A public school, for instance, is socialist, that is, is publicly owned, funded, and managed, but capitalist enterprises (workers hired and managed by investor owned companies) provide the buildings and supplies, and often a small amount of the work of operating a school is done as a gift by volunteers. What is public and what private varies with time and place. When I was young community owned electric power plants were common. In many countries mineral resources are publicly owned and managed. The US is an exception in the world in its lack of a publicly funded and managed health insurance system.
I personally have known capitalists who are contenders for sainthood. They are good to their employees, investors, managers, customers, the community, and the earth, each to the degree possible and reasonable, always putting a fair wage, respect for employees as humans, decent working conditions, avoiding pollution, and so on ahead of maximizing profits. History and the news media are full of examples of evil capitalists who foment war, ruin soil, air, and water with pollutants, mistreat and underpay workers, sell harmful goods to customers, and so on, in the name of maximizing profits. I think probably most capitalists are between those extremes, just doing their best to make enough money providing goods or services to make a living and stay in business. A change in circumstances will test such a capitalist's priorities.
Jesus taught, "For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." If a capitalist's life goal, heart's desire, treasure above all else is maximizing profits, it seems to me that person is spiritually dead and prone to do evil deeds -- to commit usury, to foment war, to sell unsafe products and produce, to get away with the lowest possible wages and worst possible working conditions, to pollute, and so on.
To protect against such capitalist evil doers, society needs taboos, laws, and regulations. But imperfect humans make those, so they can be helpful or harmful, depending. Finding a balance between regulating capitalism to prevent its misuse and avoiding the misuse of regulation is a task of the democratic process.
Friday, December 18, 2009
What I Did Yesterday
Yesterday, Thursday, December 17, 2009, I kept track by stopwatch of my time. It was a long day of 18 hours 18 minutes. The previous night I got to bed fairly early -- I think circa 11:30pm but I'm not sure. Thursday night I headed for bed around 1:30am Friday morning. Counting backwards and allowing for a little unaccounted for time, I must have gotten up Thursday a little before or after 6am.
My time count totaled 1,097.5 minutes. Here in minutes is what I did with them, from low count to high count:
.5% chores (scooped cat litter box and fed cats) 6m
1% after job interview (change clothes & put stuff away) = 11m
4% naps 17m + 10m + 18m = 45m
4% preparing and eating food at home 6m + 14.5m + 27m = 47.5m
4.5% me (e.g., shower, dressing) 25+3+3.5+6.5+12.5 = 50.5m
5% play BookWorm 25m + 32M = 57m
5% prepare for job interview 25m + 33m = 58m
5.5% job interview (a full-time temporary office job) & travel = 60m
6% Facebook 28m + 35m = 63m
8% Revising a short story 15m * 6 = 90m
11% laundry 16+11+5+17.25+26.5+12+17+5+8.75 = 118.5m
13% emailing 12m + 12m + 91m + 26m = 141m
13.5% dining out with Kayle = 150m
18% gift planning esp. online research of digital cameras = 200m
Note: The per cents add up to 99% instead of 100% because I rounded decimal places.
Critique:
1. It was too long a day, and I stayed up too late, till 1:30am Friday. I prefer to get to bed around 10:30pm or even earlier or 11:30 at the latest or no later than 12:30 and to wake up naturally and refreshed any time between 4am and 6am to have some creative writing time before having to do this and that. How did I get off that schedule? Was it the few sips of real coffee I had at A&W on my way to my 2pm job interview? Was it my stubbornness to finish my online digital camera research? Was it a childish resistance to bedtime -- triggered by what? Hmm. Lessons: Do not drink real coffee after early morning hours. Spread tasks like online research over several days if necessary. I procrastinated doing that research and should have started days ago to do it little by little. Learn (somehow) to face bedtime with mindful equanimity.
2. On days I don't do laundry I do a lot more home chores. The kitchen was in pretty good shape yesterday because I gave it some time Wednesday.
3. Again I procrastinated dealing with various red tape problems re Social Security, insurance, Medicare, finances, and suchlike requiring correspondence, phone calls, or completing forms. Lesson: No matter what, set aside at least a quarter hour per day for facing and doing whatever of importance I would most druther procrastinate doing.
4. Since I'm a writer and am heading for a writing career, my day job (or my hunt for one) plus whatever I do on my own to make money (e.g., sell something I want to get rid of on eBay) plus hack writing plus creative writing should add up to a full day's work of 6 to 10 hours. Yesterday my job interview from rehearsing with Kayle to changing out of my dress clothes back to my everyday clothes took 129 minutes or just under 2.25 hours and revising some pages of a short story took 1.5 hours, for a total of 3.75 hours. How might I have shifted 2.25 hours of time use to put in a 6 hour work day? Lessons: Limit BookWorm to 5 minute breaks. Allow less time for FaceBook and for emailing. Better budget online research time.
5. Yet again I did not get any aerobic, strengthening and toning, or limbering exercises done. This is a serious problem. Lack of strength and stamina limits my job choices, limits my accomplishments, and is bad for my health. Lesson: Exercise! Daily! No matter what!
6. My usual aerobic exercise is walking. If I don't do my daily walk, errands don't get done, like chopping some firewood for a neighbor woman with a disability who lives half a mile or so away. Walking outside is harder in winter in snow and slush because my snowboots are lots heavier than my sneakers. Also there is less time for walking because it gets dark early, around 4 to 4:30pm. Lesson: Don't let more than a day slip by without doing errands walking or (in winter) mall walking. What should I cut to get exercise time?
Living a balanced life is difficult.
On the positive side, I had a delightful time with Kayle eating out at Nectars. Our meal was a shared assortment of appetizers plus wine. Such times are important for us. I did my best at the job interview. I did get a little bit of creative writing done. I'll get that short story, now titled "Gus Up North", revised and submitted to a literary magazine by next week while I also continue work on other writing and critiquing projects. I got the laundry done and put away. And I think I found our next digital camera, subject to Kayle's consent -- a Panasonic Lumix DMC-LZ8. (Doubtless a camera that is both cheaper and better exists, but I've run out of research time to find it.) So all in all a good day.
And so far today at a little past 10am, I've missed meditating, missed a first breakfast of fruit, am late getting showered, shampooed, and dressed, haven't gotten going on drafting one story, revising another, or critiquing another, haven't checked my emails, and so on. As my mama used to say, parroting her neighborhood friends, "I can't win for losing." Living a balanced life is like trying to keep standing on a floating, rolling log.
My time count totaled 1,097.5 minutes. Here in minutes is what I did with them, from low count to high count:
.5% chores (scooped cat litter box and fed cats) 6m
1% after job interview (change clothes & put stuff away) = 11m
4% naps 17m + 10m + 18m = 45m
4% preparing and eating food at home 6m + 14.5m + 27m = 47.5m
4.5% me (e.g., shower, dressing) 25+3+3.5+6.5+12.5 = 50.5m
5% play BookWorm 25m + 32M = 57m
5% prepare for job interview 25m + 33m = 58m
5.5% job interview (a full-time temporary office job) & travel = 60m
6% Facebook 28m + 35m = 63m
8% Revising a short story 15m * 6 = 90m
11% laundry 16+11+5+17.25+26.5+12+17+5+8.75 = 118.5m
13% emailing 12m + 12m + 91m + 26m = 141m
13.5% dining out with Kayle = 150m
18% gift planning esp. online research of digital cameras = 200m
Note: The per cents add up to 99% instead of 100% because I rounded decimal places.
Critique:
1. It was too long a day, and I stayed up too late, till 1:30am Friday. I prefer to get to bed around 10:30pm or even earlier or 11:30 at the latest or no later than 12:30 and to wake up naturally and refreshed any time between 4am and 6am to have some creative writing time before having to do this and that. How did I get off that schedule? Was it the few sips of real coffee I had at A&W on my way to my 2pm job interview? Was it my stubbornness to finish my online digital camera research? Was it a childish resistance to bedtime -- triggered by what? Hmm. Lessons: Do not drink real coffee after early morning hours. Spread tasks like online research over several days if necessary. I procrastinated doing that research and should have started days ago to do it little by little. Learn (somehow) to face bedtime with mindful equanimity.
2. On days I don't do laundry I do a lot more home chores. The kitchen was in pretty good shape yesterday because I gave it some time Wednesday.
3. Again I procrastinated dealing with various red tape problems re Social Security, insurance, Medicare, finances, and suchlike requiring correspondence, phone calls, or completing forms. Lesson: No matter what, set aside at least a quarter hour per day for facing and doing whatever of importance I would most druther procrastinate doing.
4. Since I'm a writer and am heading for a writing career, my day job (or my hunt for one) plus whatever I do on my own to make money (e.g., sell something I want to get rid of on eBay) plus hack writing plus creative writing should add up to a full day's work of 6 to 10 hours. Yesterday my job interview from rehearsing with Kayle to changing out of my dress clothes back to my everyday clothes took 129 minutes or just under 2.25 hours and revising some pages of a short story took 1.5 hours, for a total of 3.75 hours. How might I have shifted 2.25 hours of time use to put in a 6 hour work day? Lessons: Limit BookWorm to 5 minute breaks. Allow less time for FaceBook and for emailing. Better budget online research time.
5. Yet again I did not get any aerobic, strengthening and toning, or limbering exercises done. This is a serious problem. Lack of strength and stamina limits my job choices, limits my accomplishments, and is bad for my health. Lesson: Exercise! Daily! No matter what!
6. My usual aerobic exercise is walking. If I don't do my daily walk, errands don't get done, like chopping some firewood for a neighbor woman with a disability who lives half a mile or so away. Walking outside is harder in winter in snow and slush because my snowboots are lots heavier than my sneakers. Also there is less time for walking because it gets dark early, around 4 to 4:30pm. Lesson: Don't let more than a day slip by without doing errands walking or (in winter) mall walking. What should I cut to get exercise time?
Living a balanced life is difficult.
On the positive side, I had a delightful time with Kayle eating out at Nectars. Our meal was a shared assortment of appetizers plus wine. Such times are important for us. I did my best at the job interview. I did get a little bit of creative writing done. I'll get that short story, now titled "Gus Up North", revised and submitted to a literary magazine by next week while I also continue work on other writing and critiquing projects. I got the laundry done and put away. And I think I found our next digital camera, subject to Kayle's consent -- a Panasonic Lumix DMC-LZ8. (Doubtless a camera that is both cheaper and better exists, but I've run out of research time to find it.) So all in all a good day.
And so far today at a little past 10am, I've missed meditating, missed a first breakfast of fruit, am late getting showered, shampooed, and dressed, haven't gotten going on drafting one story, revising another, or critiquing another, haven't checked my emails, and so on. As my mama used to say, parroting her neighborhood friends, "I can't win for losing." Living a balanced life is like trying to keep standing on a floating, rolling log.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
I believe in Santa Claus
I cannot remember ever not believing in Santa Claus in some sense. It does not follow that I never stopped believing. I have a terrible memory. Much of my past is a blank, and my mind has revised much of what it does remember. For instance, I remembered getting good grades in college until I ordered and read a copy of my transcript. Anyway, as best I can remember I've never stopped believing in Santa Claus in some sense.
I no longer remember just when it happened -- early grade school? a little sooner? a little later? -- that I pondered Santa Claus philosophically. How did he go down millions of chimneys around the globe all at midnight, or even all in one night? That is a big problem to figure out without even considering how he got down a chimney with a small flu like ours or how he got into homes with no chimney.
I suppose that at some time someone told me that the Santa Claus story is not the literal truth, and I suppose that that already seemed obvious to me. I knew that after all of the gift wrapping in the days before Christmas there would be surprise, unwrapped gifts "from Santa" under the Christmas tree, and at some time I just knew that my daddy was the Santa who put them there. My older brother taught me many things, so I think it likely that he told me the secret that daddy was Santa Claus in our house, that their daddies were the Santa Clauses in other houses, and that ordinary hired or volunteer men pretended to be Santa Claus in the department stores. Soon I was helping my parents and older brother put gifts from Santa under the Christmas tree for my younger sister and brother.
My musings about Santa Claus coincided with my musings about Holy Communion and the Catholic doctrine of transubstantiation as taught to me by nuns in summer catechism class. How can Jesus be completely there, body, soul, and divinity, under the accidental appearance of wafers of bread as each of many millions of wafers all over the world all at the same time? The answer seemed to be that a spirit can be in multiple places at once. Just what a spirit is or is made of remained a mystery, but bilocation and multilocation and getting from here to there in no time seemed to be natural abilities of a spirit. I wondered what it would be like to be free of my body.
I still wonder about the nature of spirits, whether my own soul or the second Person of the Trinity, or the spirit of St. Nicholas, or angels, or other spirits, but these days I think more about something else that can go down millions of chimneys all at midnight -- imagination. Dr. Who's TARDIS, which is bigger on the inside than on the outside and can travel in almost no time from point to point in all of time and space, symbolizes what? -- imagination. Inside my little skull is a mind with an imagination vaster than the universe, able to go instantly to anywhere that ever was, is, or will be, and to anywhere that never was or will be, and able to create or to enter wondrous stories, such as that the example of St. Nicholas inspired many for many generations, even to our day, to give to loved ones and especially to the poor with joy and good cheer, as Jesus taught.
Are spirits, in the sense of invisible living beings with natures different from matter-energy, involved in these matters? I imagine so.
To believe in, to have faith, means to pretend, to imagine.
I no longer remember just when it happened -- early grade school? a little sooner? a little later? -- that I pondered Santa Claus philosophically. How did he go down millions of chimneys around the globe all at midnight, or even all in one night? That is a big problem to figure out without even considering how he got down a chimney with a small flu like ours or how he got into homes with no chimney.
I suppose that at some time someone told me that the Santa Claus story is not the literal truth, and I suppose that that already seemed obvious to me. I knew that after all of the gift wrapping in the days before Christmas there would be surprise, unwrapped gifts "from Santa" under the Christmas tree, and at some time I just knew that my daddy was the Santa who put them there. My older brother taught me many things, so I think it likely that he told me the secret that daddy was Santa Claus in our house, that their daddies were the Santa Clauses in other houses, and that ordinary hired or volunteer men pretended to be Santa Claus in the department stores. Soon I was helping my parents and older brother put gifts from Santa under the Christmas tree for my younger sister and brother.
My musings about Santa Claus coincided with my musings about Holy Communion and the Catholic doctrine of transubstantiation as taught to me by nuns in summer catechism class. How can Jesus be completely there, body, soul, and divinity, under the accidental appearance of wafers of bread as each of many millions of wafers all over the world all at the same time? The answer seemed to be that a spirit can be in multiple places at once. Just what a spirit is or is made of remained a mystery, but bilocation and multilocation and getting from here to there in no time seemed to be natural abilities of a spirit. I wondered what it would be like to be free of my body.
I still wonder about the nature of spirits, whether my own soul or the second Person of the Trinity, or the spirit of St. Nicholas, or angels, or other spirits, but these days I think more about something else that can go down millions of chimneys all at midnight -- imagination. Dr. Who's TARDIS, which is bigger on the inside than on the outside and can travel in almost no time from point to point in all of time and space, symbolizes what? -- imagination. Inside my little skull is a mind with an imagination vaster than the universe, able to go instantly to anywhere that ever was, is, or will be, and to anywhere that never was or will be, and able to create or to enter wondrous stories, such as that the example of St. Nicholas inspired many for many generations, even to our day, to give to loved ones and especially to the poor with joy and good cheer, as Jesus taught.
Are spirits, in the sense of invisible living beings with natures different from matter-energy, involved in these matters? I imagine so.
To believe in, to have faith, means to pretend, to imagine.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Julian the Magician
The most recent novel that I finished reading, sometime last month, was JULIAN THE MAGICIAN by Gwendolyn MacEwen. I have the 2004 paperback reissue. The novel, MacEwen's first, was first published in Toronto by Macmillan and in New York by Corinth Books in 1963.
She was born in Toronto in 1941, so in 1963 she was only 22. An Afterword by her sister says that a 1962 marriage to Canadian poet Milton Acorn (1923-1986) lasted but 6 months, while Wikipedia says they were divorced after 2 years. MacEwan wrote numerous books of award-winning poetry and died in 1987. Wikipedia says she was one of Canada's greatest poets, that her poems had themes of magic and mythology, and that she died at age 46 of health problems related to alcoholism.
The novel is strange and perplexing. It is vague about the location and time of its story. In it a professional magician and his assistants travel in a horse-drawn wagon from country village to country village earning their keep by giving performances. The story is full of references to alchemy and arcane books. Julian identifies with the greatest magician, Jesus Christ, and ends up getting crucified. That is three quarters of the way through the book. The last quarter of the book is the epilogue, consisting of passages from Julian's Journal, which is very enigmatic.
A lot of the novel and its allusions went over my head. Still it fascinated me enough that I kept reading it. It's a short novel of only 168 pages. If someone in my writing group wants to read it, I'll pass it on.
She was born in Toronto in 1941, so in 1963 she was only 22. An Afterword by her sister says that a 1962 marriage to Canadian poet Milton Acorn (1923-1986) lasted but 6 months, while Wikipedia says they were divorced after 2 years. MacEwan wrote numerous books of award-winning poetry and died in 1987. Wikipedia says she was one of Canada's greatest poets, that her poems had themes of magic and mythology, and that she died at age 46 of health problems related to alcoholism.
The novel is strange and perplexing. It is vague about the location and time of its story. In it a professional magician and his assistants travel in a horse-drawn wagon from country village to country village earning their keep by giving performances. The story is full of references to alchemy and arcane books. Julian identifies with the greatest magician, Jesus Christ, and ends up getting crucified. That is three quarters of the way through the book. The last quarter of the book is the epilogue, consisting of passages from Julian's Journal, which is very enigmatic.
A lot of the novel and its allusions went over my head. Still it fascinated me enough that I kept reading it. It's a short novel of only 168 pages. If someone in my writing group wants to read it, I'll pass it on.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Just speeded up my voice recognition software
To enter text using my computer, sometimes I type on the keyboard and sometimes I dictate into a microphone while running Dragon NaturallySpeaking, a voice recognition program. That program has gotten better and better at typing accurately what I say, but it has been disappointingly slow, waiting several seconds between when I speak and when it types. In the options menu, there is a slider that one can move left towards More Speed or right towards More Accuracy. I had it set near the middle and a little to the left, being a toward the middle and a little to the left sort of person. I want speed but also want accuracy, because correcting errors takes time.
This morning I searched online for how to get faster response time from Dragon NaturallySpeaking. I learned from a forum that with a relatively slow computer like mine, setting the slider towards More Accuracy has little benefit, so it is best to move the slider all the way to the far left toward the More Speed setting. I did, and I'm happy with the result. I dictated this post. The voice recognition software still makes a lot of mistakes -- like I said "did" and it wrote "dread" -- but no more of them than before. Now there is only a two or three second delay between my speaking and the program typing.
My typing speed is only in the high 20s to low 30s words per minute range, so I can get a lot more typing done by dictating, now that Dragon NaturallySpeaking does not stop to think for ten plus seconds before typing each time I say something. Now that the program is responding quickly I can be a more productive writer. Here come novels, stories, essays, emails, blog posts, and more.
This morning I searched online for how to get faster response time from Dragon NaturallySpeaking. I learned from a forum that with a relatively slow computer like mine, setting the slider towards More Accuracy has little benefit, so it is best to move the slider all the way to the far left toward the More Speed setting. I did, and I'm happy with the result. I dictated this post. The voice recognition software still makes a lot of mistakes -- like I said "did" and it wrote "dread" -- but no more of them than before. Now there is only a two or three second delay between my speaking and the program typing.
My typing speed is only in the high 20s to low 30s words per minute range, so I can get a lot more typing done by dictating, now that Dragon NaturallySpeaking does not stop to think for ten plus seconds before typing each time I say something. Now that the program is responding quickly I can be a more productive writer. Here come novels, stories, essays, emails, blog posts, and more.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Books I'm reading
I've liked to read since I was a little tot. In recent years my reading attention span has gotten short -- or maybe it always has been. I've always been scatterbrained. I get my reading done by reading several books at once -- a page or two or so of one, then of another, then of another, then back to the first, and so on.
Currently my on the toilet books are OLD FRIENDS by Tracy Kidder, CHRONICLE OF A DEATH FORETOLD by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and LIVES OF THE MASTER by Glenn Sanderfur; my wintertime walking at the mall books are A COUNTRY CALLED HOME by Kim Barnes and PACKING INFERNO, THE UNMAKING OF A MARINE by Tyler E. Boudreau, and my bedside books are EDGAR CAYCE AN AMERICAN PROPHET by Sidney D. Kirkpatrick and THE ART OF TALKING SO THAT PEOPLE WILL LISTEN by Paul W. Sweets. I have stacks of various magazines, newsletters, and junk mail to read while I'm eating in an easy chair when there is nothing I want to see on TV.
Currently my on the toilet books are OLD FRIENDS by Tracy Kidder, CHRONICLE OF A DEATH FORETOLD by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and LIVES OF THE MASTER by Glenn Sanderfur; my wintertime walking at the mall books are A COUNTRY CALLED HOME by Kim Barnes and PACKING INFERNO, THE UNMAKING OF A MARINE by Tyler E. Boudreau, and my bedside books are EDGAR CAYCE AN AMERICAN PROPHET by Sidney D. Kirkpatrick and THE ART OF TALKING SO THAT PEOPLE WILL LISTEN by Paul W. Sweets. I have stacks of various magazines, newsletters, and junk mail to read while I'm eating in an easy chair when there is nothing I want to see on TV.
Let the postings begin.
This is a blog, a Web log, a journal about the life and times of Brian James Scott Leekley, born May 30, 1942, in a hospital in St. Paul, Minnesota, United States of America, written by himself. Let the postings begin.
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