tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34824547843821557922024-03-13T08:56:48.421-04:00BLOGGING ON THE SUNCOAST OF FLORIDAThere is no great writing, only great rewriting.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-51865426011042660482010-12-13T08:46:00.000-05:002010-12-13T08:46:33.139-05:00American's like to Albeit Inadvertently:<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’ve written about this before but because I’m generally anal I had to re-visit this one more time. <br />
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Over the last 2 years, American Consumers embraced the opportunity to purchase environmentally safe--reusable shopping sacks from their favorite stores and boutiques. The premise for utilizing these sacks is simple. You’re reusing a bag to transport your goods from the store to your home eliminating the use of plastic and ultimately helping the environment.<br />
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The synthetic fibers and oils used to manufacture these reusable sacks leave less of a carbon footprint on the environment than their plastic counterparts and if used properly can and will reduce the use of plastic bags. <br />
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Great! However, the marketing geniuses on Madison Avenue have discovered that the sacks can also be used for advertising. This single idea can entice consumers with clever sayings and graphics branding not only the sacks but the people who carry them. If fact, many people proudly shoulder their branded sacks as a fashion accessory acknowledging where they shop and ultimately defining who they are. <br />
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However, labeling these reusable sacks changes the dynamics and principles of why they were introduced in the first place. A plain or single color branded sack if reused properly over the course of its three year life span can and will illuminate the disposal of 400 plastic bags. Of course, you have to reuse the sack at least 400 times for this to be achieved. <br />
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Now take the multi-colored fashionable reusable sacks that many high end stores offer. The lead content and oils used in the graphics negatively affect the environment. In fact, it has been reported that the majority of consumers that employ the use of reusable sacks have accumulated over 20 sacks per household. Most are never used and are shoved under the sink or buried in a pantry never seeing the light of day. <br />
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The manufacturing and distribution for unused reusable sacks is growing. Again, the whole purpose of the reusable sack is to limit or eliminate the use of plastic bags. <br />
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Which brings us to another question about people who use reusable sacks, what are they using for bathroom and bedroom can liners? Many people reuse the plastic bags from grocery stores for small receptacles at home or to wrap chemical cleaners and sprays for safe storage. <br />
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The answer is simple; they’re buying small garbage bags to line small receptacles adding too and not reducing their use of plastic bags. This not only creates more toxic waste in our landfills it also adds to their own expenses by purchasing small can liners instead of using plastic grocery bags they once accumulated. <br />
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So taking all this into consideration and to save our planet from the onslaught of plastic refuses, is it safe to say purchasing reusable sacks is a good idea for the environment or is it just another gimmick created by Madison Avenue creating a new revenue stream for their clients? <br />
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All things equal using plastic or reusable bags is simply a preference. If you like to using the trendy reusable sacks great. No harm, no foul. <br />
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However, I believe these trendy sacks will one day end up lying right next to the plastic bags and bottles currently residing in our nations landfills and Americans will find something else to embrace. Like all those American flags we had dangling from our car windows after 9/11. <br />
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We the fickle …</span></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-35234197272572785192010-10-28T12:26:00.000-04:002010-10-28T12:26:38.827-04:00The Nine Symptoms of Chronic Depression:<span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"></span><div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Nine Symptoms of Chronic Depression:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">(1) depressed mood most of the day, nearly every day, as indicated by either subjective report or observation made by others</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(2) markedly diminished interest or pleasure in all, or almost all, activities most of the day, nearly every day as indicated by either subjective account or observation made by others</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(3) significant weight loss when not dieting or weight gain (e.g., a change of more than 5% of body weight in a month), or decrease or increase in appetite nearly every day</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(4) insomnia or hypersomnia nearly every day</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(5) psychomotor agitation or retardation nearly every day (observable by others, not merely subjective feelings of restlessness or being slowed down.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(6) fatigue or loss of energy nearly every day</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(7) feelings of worthlessness or excessive or inappropriate guilt(which may be delusional)nearly every day (not merely self-reproach or guilt about being sick)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(8)diminished ability to think or concentrate, or indecisiveness, nearly every day (either by subjective account or as observed by others)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(9) recurrent thoughts of death (not just fear of dying), recurrent suicidal ideation without a specific plan, or a suicide attempt or a specific plan for committing suicide.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The second depressive disorder identified is Dysthymic Disorder. Dysthymic Disorder is identified by the presence of depressed mood for “most of the day more days than not for at least two years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">To be diagnosed with Dysthymic Disorder an individual must also present two (or more) of the following while suffering from depressed mood:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">(1) poor appetite or overeating</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(2) insomnia or hypersomnia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(3) low energy or fatigue</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(4) low self-esteem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(5) poor concentration or difficulty making decisions </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(6) feelings of hopelessness</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">If you know anyone suffering from these symptoms PLEASE intervene-get them help. They are not only dangerous to themselves they can put children and family members in danger as well.</span><br />
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Finally editing the end of the story<br />
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Click the link to check out my story titled Following Hemingway.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-15855819338329174352010-08-11T21:10:00.000-04:002010-08-11T21:10:57.073-04:00I always get sick in the summertime<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Do you want to know why you get sick in the summer just like you do in the winter? Well, it can’t be the weather. It’s not cold outside. It can’t be your kids bringing home germs from school, unless they’re going to summer school. </span><br />
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So why do you get sick in the summer. The same reason you get sick in the winter. Granted you can catch germs from door knobs and bathroom sinks. Or someone sneezing on the train or in your office, or your immune system could be weak and you just get sick. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="{186E59EE-29C8-41A6-B8A5-66D9435D7149}" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">What you can do is be aware of who’s preparing your food and how they prepare it. Watch the kid making your sandwich. Instead of running through the drive through, go inside and watch the people in the back handle the fries, the burgers and for God sake the salads. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span id="{F000477B-3E13-4368-B301-AC75317752E0}" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Note:</b> there is no way on God’s green earth I would ever purchase a salad from a fast food restaurant. A Fast food restaurant should be used for one thing only--a pre-cooked, pre-heated limited hand contact--desperate sustenance source. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="{F000477B-3E13-4368-B301-AC75317752E0}" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">For one day she might be the one making your oriental salad at Burger King in the near future. </span><span id="{F000477B-3E13-4368-B301-AC75317752E0}" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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Enjoy Following HemingwayJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-55870310867769934792010-06-28T12:25:00.000-04:002010-06-28T12:25:59.989-04:00WRITERS AND AUTHORS -PLOTTING A COURSE<div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="{9395706C-F4E6-431E-AFCE-D67A1A18CA96}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A writer interprets life differently than others. They write life the way they think it should be or the way they would like it to be. That’s why a successful romance novelist could really be an introvert rarely going out, never engaging in a meaningful relationship and always keeping people at a distance. Or, they could simply be in what is considered a normal family environment but the people around them considered them cold and distant. A horror or mystery writer may very well be the opposite of whom they portray in their novels. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{6C78D138-4940-457D-AE8A-91D6581AA018}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">When a writer taps into their creative brain the content that appears on the page is filtered and influenced by every emotion and memory collected during their lifetime. Sometimes this may result in false truths and enhanced story lines. The end result is always a true reflection of the author’s aspirations. It doesn’t matter if the guy gets the girl or the serial killer escapes, those facts can be change depending on how the writer feels the story should unfold always relying on how they perceive the characters life and how they want that life perceived. </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{224D5AA2-039E-4185-87AC-12564F3FC8C6}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Some write to log events in their lives and rely on their memory to illustrate – to the best of their knowledge and what actual occurred. Many write for the therapeutic aspect of it. Getting something on paper separates a person from a situation or circumstance and often helps that person cope with the event or situation in a better realm. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{0B2D8C69-C7B1-4BC2-9ABE-D677996581A3}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There are some who write to shock and intrude on old relationships or adversaries possibly attempting to correct things that can’t be corrected. And then there are some that simply want to make amends of an unfavorable moment from the past. Ultimately trying to make sense out of an unfortunate event and make peace with those that were affected. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{D01235A8-3E64-4147-8402-1A5CD6F7258F}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There are authors and then there are writers. In most cases they’re interchangeable. An author of fiction or non-fiction once in front of their computer creates content solely for the purpose of enticing a reader to be interested enough to read what they wrote. Hopefully tempting the reader to think and imagine beyond their normal world. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{310F9507-3509-41AE-8BA3-05648C557C9E}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A writer tries to tempt the reader as well. A writer’s content can be influenced by facts and situations from their personal lives usually delivered in a way that can easily illustrate a moment in time. However a writer is still a slave to his or her own beliefs and desires. And they still want to portray life as they see it or how they would like it to be seen, hence, the blog. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{E3A93208-58DB-4E11-BABA-E34922A8D275}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Everything that is written in a blog may or may not be 100% accurate. It is up to the reader to decide whether or not they agree or disagree with the content. </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{0DFC20B4-03AB-431D-B32D-C8642E0215F4}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The reader’s job is to first acknowledge the fact that reading blogs or notes on the internet is purely is by choice. If a writer or author feels the need to express him or herself on a topic whether it is political—factual—or just plan opinion the reader should never feel the content is bordering on malice or personally condemning to them because they don’t share the same opinion. It’s a Blog!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{ABA37319-DCA2-40F3-BE64-589F4C88F1D7}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Writers take privilege on what they say and how they say it. It’s OK to agree or disagree that’s why most Blogs allow comments. As long as no one is personally attacked by name or circumstance no matter how the content reflects similar events from ones past it is still just a blog. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{837BE625-3E94-45EB-8155-8C1FF8ADBD82}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Speaking for myself, I write for many reasons and my writing comes from things that have influenced my life and the people in it. I try not to get too detailed in order to keep the persons or personalities from being exposed. I take my memories and use them to tack through life adjusting my course in the attempt to avoid future obstacles. I’m not always successful, especially when I look back and see I’ve thrown a wake on something or someone from the past. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span id="{C72741FC-DD04-4CF6-881B-5FC676A030E0}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I know it is impossible to change what has already happened but my readers can take solace in knowing that I’m not the rogue captain they may think I am. And I am able to make adjustments maybe not calming the seas on my bow but relying on my experiences and knowledge to ensure a safe passage toward the future. Hopefully one day leading me back to my home port of call, where ever that might be. </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-75723675704642774702010-04-18T12:20:00.002-04:002010-04-18T12:20:12.926-04:00When Regrets Replace Our Dreams<span style="font-size: small;"></span><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHome%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">M<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">ost of the time we are able to put regrets behind us especially the one’s that are not major disappointments. We look around and realize that we don’t have it so bad. But when regrets begin to replace our dreams we become consumed, taking a moral inventory filled with questions that have no answers.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">“Is it better to have loved and lost or tried and failed than never to have loved or tried at all?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">We tell ourselves it would’ve been better if we hadn’t smoked, if we had eaten better, if we learned how to cope with stress. We convince ourselves that life would have---could have been better. We would be healthier, wealthier, and happier if we weren’t so weak, so unwise, and so unlucky. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Instead of dreaming what could be we replay what “might” have been, “could” have been or “should” have been. We are capable of storing millions of images and memories in our minds eye but we can only see one at a time. We recall those images through deep thought, mediation and in our dreams. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Is this part of a midlife crisis? I think so ….<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">The inability of letting regrets go is directly related to the metaphysical and neurological changes in a person once they reach the age of forty or beyond. We start to question the choices we made and the validity of decisions made years before. The spouse is the first victim. Anger towards a spouse cultivates the feeling of being let down and tied down. Doubts that they never loved their spouse and resentment over marriage replaces the ability to cope with any and all external problems and distractions. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">People that have a difficult time during midlife go into a severe crisis mode all fueled by internal and external factors. They compound stress in their life making the transition from adult to senior adult difficult. They may have physical challenges such as menopause, heart conditions or just poor health. Or, unresolved childhood issues that were never dealt with could come to the surface causing more regret replaying past images over and over. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">The question is not a matter of if it will happen; it’s when it will happen. For some, a midlife crisis can be more complicated. When a person can’t replace regrets with promising thoughts of the future they loose sight and direction. They can’t cross over that bridge or see that lighthouse in a storm. Regret clouds our ability to navigate to a safe harbor and ultimately enjoy the remainder of our lives.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">It takes courage to really let go of regrets. We are able to move on when we realize that things did not turn out as we expected because of something we did, or failed to do. Only psychopaths have no regrets. They never look back or learn from their behavior * * * the rest of us can. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-43036827556169696232010-03-17T21:34:00.000-04:002010-03-17T21:34:54.978-04:00Hemingway's home gets literary honor - CNN.com<a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/TRAVEL/03/15/florida.hemingway.home/index.html">Hemingway's home gets literary honor - CNN.com</a>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-78580551783177699692010-02-26T01:27:00.000-05:002010-02-26T01:27:04.052-05:00Liar Liar Pants On Fire<b>Disposed to or characterized by untruth</b><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Lying, we all do it. No one on earth can say any different. So why do we lie? Who taught us how to lie? The answer is mind boggling but if the truth be known we taught ourselves. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We start lying as early as preschool. Of course, lying is not part of our parents’ curriculum like potty training or dressing ourselves but somehow by the time we enter school we know all about lying. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">No one really knows how we developed the skill to lie. Television is the most likely suspect. We learn that lying can be used to avoid pain. We also learn that lying can bring pleasure. Young children test the water with little white lies. As parents we react with some level of punishment. So the child associates getting caught lying with pain. This doesn’t teach the child not to lie it teaches the child not to get caught. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“My child doesn’t lie”.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, you know that’s not exactly true and lying to ones self is also considered a lie. Believe it or not there are three studies on lying. All three considered lying morally and ethically wrong. However one supports the belief that a lie could be moral based on the consequence that follows. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Immanuel Kant said that lying is always morally wrong. He said all humans are borne with an intrinsic worth that he called dignity. He believed humans are uniquely rational and capable of freely making their own decisions, setting their own goals and guiding their conduct by reason. He also stated that we have the power of free choice; to be ethical is to respect the power of ones self towards others. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lying corrupts the most important aspect of being human, the ability to make choices freely. Lying robs others of the freedom to choose rationally. In short, Kant believed that we should value ourselves and others as ends instead of means. We should avoid trying to damage or interfere others ablility to make free choices. In other words no lying </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The second study aligns with the concept of Virtual Ethics. Virtual Ethics does not judge right or wrong rather it focuses on the development of character. Fairness is a virtual aspect allowing people to strive for or pursue a goal. To be virtuous is to be ethical. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The nature of virtual ethics makes it difficult to assess individual acts of immorality however those who advocate this theory still believe lying is wrong because it opposes the virtue of honesty. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For example a brother that lies to a sisters’ drunken husband is motivated by compassion for his sisters’ safety, is this right or wrong? This conflict between virtues is managed by most ethicists through a concept called the unity of virtues. This concept states that the virtuous person, the ideal person we strive to be, cannot achieve one virtue without achieving them all. Therefore when facing a conflict between virtues, like a passionate lie, our virtue ethics helps us to imagine what would the ideal person do and then act accordingly. Virtue ethics finds lying immoral when it’s a step away, not closer toward, the best person we could possibly be. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The final study is based on Utilitarian ethics which include tests necessary for judging the morality of a lie. Utilitarianism bases its reasoning on the claim that lying is morally acceptable when the results or consequences maximize benefit or minimize harm. Therefore a lie is not always immoral. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For example a Mother’s dying request to her son is to be buried with her money in the coffin. The son does not keep his promise and instead offers the money to a local charity. Although the son promised his mother while she was alive he knew he would not. So he lied to her on her death bed. Was this immoral?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The son knew the money would be wasted or possibly stolen and the local charity would be denied this generous offering. Utilitarianism supports the son’s decision to lie on the determination the greater good would be served. Altruistic or noble lies, which specifically intend to benefit someone else, can also be considered morally acceptable by utilitarians.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Clearly lying is alive a well in today’s society. Lies flourish in social uncertainty, when people no longer understand, or agree on, the rules governing their behavior toward one another." Maybe social uncertainty abounds because we are a mixture of Kantians, virtuists, and utilitarians who share no common ground.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, what if nobody lied, would your life be different? If no one ever lied to you and you never told a lie would you be where you are right now? Would you be richer or poorer? Would you be living somewhere different? Would you be married or single? How did lies affect your life so far? It’s interesting to think about. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The greatest question is; what if you made the choice never to lie again. What profound challenges and triumphs would be in your future?</div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-55372444185915356422010-02-21T11:11:00.001-05:002010-02-21T11:13:47.788-05:00The Best of Times -The Worst of TimesFebruary 6th 2009: <br />
As I carried 6 years of my professional life in two small boxes toward my car I felt nothing, no anger, no sadness, no disappointment. I knew the business was struggling for quite some time however like so many fools before me, I believed in the product, so I stayed. <br />
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The owner of the company became increasingly unavailable. When he was present he never extending any conversation beyond a hello or goodbye. When a situation mandated face time the conversation was brief. Note to self, when your boss deems it necessary to cocoon himself for extended periods of time, something is wrong. <br />
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His partner, whose work ethic equaled that of a politician tried to keep things light but it was easy to see through the forced smiles and overstated hellos. His dream of being a player in the world was slowly deteriorating. You could see it on his face, you could see it in the way he walked and ultimately you could hear it in his voice, something was terribly wrong. <br />
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The company was not failing from a lack effort or the existence of true talent. It was simply a boat with no rudder or sail. It lacked leadership and direction. For most of the last year it was difficult to enter the building and even more difficult to say anything positive about the situation. That’s one thing I won’t miss the negativity. It was corrosive, abusive and downright ugly at times. But it was all true. <br />
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My position was simple I offered basic business / management skills. I knew how to run a business and if I given the opportunity, who knows where that company would be right now. Unfortunately when you have two thirty something’s that think they know everything offering opinions and direction becomes futile. <br />
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It was quite surreal driving home in the opposite direction I was just driving an hour before. The only difference was the sun was high in the sky, not kissing the Gulf as I crossed the Skyway Bridge for the last time. I truly felt nothing, nothing toward the colleagues or boss I’ve been with every single day for the past 6 years. I also knew right then and there that I would never work for someone else again. It’s true what they say about working for others. What you give never equals what they take. You are just a number on a spread sheet at the end of the day.<br />
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I have always been able to find work relatively easy. However in my 35 years in business I’ve never seen the job market so thin. It is also difficult to take any interview given by a twenty something HR person or new promoted manager seriously. Watching them fumble through the routine hiring questions that you once used on others becomes irritating. When an interviewer seems more nervous then you there’s something wrong <br />
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Career Builder and Monster are useless in trying to find legitimate employment. I foresee the demise of both, but I still have to ask, why they are so popular? Then of course there are the website that will find you a job for $39.99. Don’t bother, you’ll waste time and money. So what can you do to find work? <br />
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The hardest thing about being unemployed is trying to keep your families spirits high. As the weeks turn into months my kids began to worry. Worry about things that you never want your kids to worry about. I knew it was getting bad when my daughter approached me and said. “Dad, don’t buy me any gifts for Christmas. Just make sure you get presents for Devin. (Her little brother)” I also realized my seventeen year old son wasn’t showering everyday. One day when I picked him up from school I smelled his dirty clothes. When I asked him why he wasn’t showering everyday or putting his clothes in the laundry he said, he was trying to save money. I also learned he stopped eating lunch at school, saving his lunch money in case we needed it. When I asked why, he told me he noticed sometimes I didn’t eat during dinner so he could go without lunch. I told him it was my choice to make sure there was enough for you kids. I ate; I just didn’t eat the same thing you did. <br />
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As the summer turned to fall Christmas was coming fast. I wanted to give my children a normal Christmas. So I took down the decorations from the attic and hung every Christmas light I could find. Our tree was put up before Thanksgiving and we were able to give the children a nice Christmas. <br />
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On New Years Eve I hoped and prayed for a better year to come. I watched as the kids played with their games and toys. I was able to give my daughter some new clothes which she proudly modeled. But as I watched the clocked ticked down to midnight I knew time was running out. If my prayers were not answered this coming year there was nothing I could do to shield my children. <br />
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This would be the last Christmas in our home. I also knew that sooner or later I would have to tell my children that we will have to move. <br />
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Well it’s February 6th 2010:<br />
It’s been a year and I’m still unemployed and most likely going to loose my home. I only hope that I can maintain a positive outlook if not for me for my family. Because we used up most of our savings and equity in our home we can’t afford to pay for my son’s college next year. So he is considering joining the army. I will do what ever it takes to get him to change his mind. I know I could never live with myself in my son joins the service and goes to Afghanistan and dies. <br />
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I pray for better days. I pray for strength, but mostly I pray for my children so we can all get through this safely together.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-38284207281491155872010-02-04T11:28:00.002-05:002010-02-04T11:28:32.502-05:00Valentines Day Gifts for MenI don’t know any man that cares about Valentines Day. It’s only a hassle for them to try and think up something for the wife or significant other. The only a women can give her man is ………. You know what he wants. That and only that he will remember.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-82424221229302216372010-01-18T19:44:00.000-05:002010-01-18T19:44:08.660-05:00The Four Way Stop<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHome%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Approaching another cross road in life, I know it’s a cliché. We all reach them, we all have to deal with them and sometimes we don’t know when to go. You can really tell a lot about a person at a four way stop, especially if four vehicles arrive at the same time. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Some people wave everyone on proving one of two things. Either this person doesn’t really have to be anywhere. Or, they’re just so damn polite they yield to everyone. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Sometimes a person gets confused or they don’t pay attention when approaching a four-way stop. Either way they still have to know what to do. If they don’t, they will let everyone go just to save embarrassment. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Then of course there’s the person that believes they should go first, no matter what. <i>“Screw them all, I’m going, they’ll still be sitting there for another 10 minutes trying to figure out what to do!”<o:p></o:p></i></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">We also have the jigger bug, they approach everything cautiously. Pumping the brakes way too soon and inching their way up then stopping, inching a little more and stopping. Distraught and confused they just wave everyone one through showing their complete lack of confidence in the situation. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Another personality is the drifter. This person likes to approach any situation slowly. They press on their brakes way too soon coasting into the four way stop. In most cases they’re actually the first to arrive, but it takes so long for them to get to the line it causes confusion for everyone else. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Don’t forget the yield to the right guy. This person truly believes you are supposed to yield to the car on the right. But what if there are no cars at the four way stop. Do you wait for another vehicle to arrive? How can they move forward without first having the opportunity to yield? I guess they just wait until someone else arrives.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">The two characters left are the live and die by the rotation of the earth and the movement of the sun people. First we have a person that thinks each car should take a turn in clockwise rotation order. Of course by the time everyone figures that out, more cars have arrived at the intersection. How should they handle the four way stop? Do they continue using the clockwise rule or do they go back to the first to arrive, the first to go rule. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">The other earth clock disciples are completely opposite of their brethren. They believe the correct order is counter clockwise. This is really confusing when there are both types at a four way stop. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Most of us were taught how to drive many years ago. Trying to remember all the rules and proper procedures is difficult. That’s why we have signs telling us how fast we can go and warning us if there’s a curve in the road. But sometimes when we’re unsure we take the liberty to make up the rules as we go. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">We do our best, using our intellect and experiences to handle all driving situations. But sometimes we just look like complete asses. Next time you approach a four way stop check out the other drivers and watch what they do</span></i><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Oh, by the way the rule is; first to arrive – first to go. That’s it. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-44251349892953978622010-01-10T00:26:00.000-05:002010-01-10T00:26:03.517-05:00Does Your Horn Blow TooThis is a time of year when patients and understanding goes along way on the roads and highways in the Sunshine State. If you want to get a quick quart of milk or a pack of smokes from 7-Eleven chances are that 5 minutes trek will now take a little longer. The streets in Florida in normal conditions are more than sufficient for that quick commute to just about anywhere. <br />
But these are not normal times; this time can only be defined with one word ‘SEASON’. <br />
This time of year between (Super Bowl Sunday and Easter Sunday) is when restaurant owners and shop keepers see their bottom lines grow. Season is the equivalent to Black Friday and Cyber Monday for retailers. <br />
But there are sacrifices to this phenomenon for residents living in the coastal communities of Florida. First and foremost it’s the traffic. There is no more jumping in a car and running up to 7-Eleven and being back before the commercials end. Oh no, in fact there are no more quick trips anywhere. You see our roads, streets and byways were designed and built when 80% of the habitable landscape was swamps and orange groves. There are some streets that still don’t have sewers. Making those homeowners fend for themselves when it comes time to that all important flush of their toilet. Most of us don’t know or care where last nights Paella goes. But there are some that know exactly where it flows, right to the drainage field in the backyard. <br />
OK enough poop talk, back to the roads. <br />
So as a community we must concede to our population tripling in size for 12 weeks and we adjust to the fact that the short run to store may take a few more minutes than normal. It’s also alright that some of the people visiting our state are senior citizens and drive a little slower or in some cases a little faster then we do. <br />
I can’t speak for every Floridian, but some of us don’t like the ever popular Snowbird and those people take every opportunity to make their stay with us a living hell. <br />
You see, I was sort of a Snowbird myself. When my family took the long ride down 95 to the Sunshine State we too were mesmerized by the sight of palm trees and coconuts. Or, the simple fact that it was possible for it to rain on one side of road and not the other. Most of us are very aware that the smell of suntan oil can make some people delirious, causing tourist to watch cranes fly toward the sea, instead of watching the road. <br />
This brings me to the reason for writing this blog, car horns. <br />
Just this week I was sitting at a traffic light making a left hand turn. The traffic was very heavy and I waiting until the light changed from green to amber before I made my move. Now granted, I was in the middle of the intersection and had no where to go, so when the on coming traffic slowed down I made the turn. This didn’t seem to bother anyone and I’m sure most of us have executed this maneuver one time or another. “Oh, I guess I’m committed, I have to go.”<br />
I didn’t know there were two other cars behind me that rode my wake through the red light. Ok, we’ve all done that before as well. <br />
However, before that second car crossed the walkway the vehicle going in the opposite direction deemed it necessary to lay down their horn. I guess to let those folks know a thing or two about proper road etiquette. Well those folks were about 90 years old and their car almost crashed into another because they were so freaked out. I guess if they crashed that guy blowing his horn would feel justification RIGHT (NOT). <br />
This made me think about my own horn usage and I can honestly say except for the friendly double toot letting someone know the light has been green for at least 30 seconds I have never use my horn. That’s right 30 years of driving and I’ve never blasted someone for something I probably did the day before. When I asked a few people if they used their horns the answers was always the same, NO. <br />
So as I was driving down the road the other day I thought about my horn and other peoples horns as I listened for one to see what kind of person utilizes their horn regularly. “Whoa, there goes one, oh that was just two friends saying hello.” <br />
“There’s another one, oh that person was just sitting at the light by himself – weird.” Then it happened, I was in a congested flow of traffic. In front of me; an elderly couple in a big Buick, to the right, a young kid driving a small pickup and behind me a Mom and her kids in an SUV. Then a little car maybe an eclipse darted over to my lane then back again. Every move he made caused him to loose ground not gain it. <br />
As we all traveled through a major intersection this little bastard changed lanes (which is illegal) and cut off large pickup truck. Well this pickup truck had one of those railroad horns (also illegal) installed and blasted one out. I almost soiled my pants and unfortunately the person in front of him was not the eclipse but the elderly couple. When I reached the next traffic light I was next to the elderly couple, the women was upset and the guy looked like he was having a heart attack. I rolled down my window and asked them if they were OK. I also explained to them that the blast was not meant for them but the little sports car that was now long gone. I think they felt a little better but I thought the guy in the truck should say something to them. So at the next light I made sure I was even with the pickup. I motioned for him to roll down his window. After explaining to him the situation he flipped me the bird. Before he left, I shouted “hey those horns are illegal in this State and I’ve got your plate number. So I hope I see you apologizing to those folks at the next light.” Well, his wife or girlfriend extended his previous reply and added a green loogie on my windshield. But something must have sunk-in because at the next light I could see he was talking with the old couple, small victories. <br />
My research has taught me that car horns were installed for the safety of pedestrians and animals. In the early 1800’s horns were installed in self propelled vehicles so that pedestrians and horses could be alerted because the vehicles were difficult to stop. Well I think we’ve past the need to alert pedestrians and cattle because of our cars inability to stop. Why do we have car horns anyway? Is it to say hello to a passing friend, or scare the shit out of the person in front of you. If you use your horn, isn’t it too late anyway. Our reaction time is not that good to alert someone to avoid an accident or correct a traffic infraction. <br />
The car horn in most cases is used improperly and probably causes more accidents then prevents them. What gives any of us the right to judge some ones driving skills when we damn well know we do the same things? Of course, if we fly through a red light or pass someone in an intersection and another driver horns their opinion our way, we call them assholes. Someone today blasted me at a four way stop thinking that the proper procedure was to yield to the car on the right. (WRONG) Four way stops, don’t get me started. <br />
Anyway think about it. Do we need car horns? Listen the next time you’re driving not many people use them and the ones that do probably shouldn’t be driving in the first place. And for God sakes if you plan on coming down to the Sunshine State this winter look at the palm trees when you’re walking down our streets.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-36018754263087538562010-01-01T21:34:00.000-05:002010-01-01T21:34:08.016-05:00Waiting To Exhale -- 2009Another post employment morning, starting the day checking his email as he quickly deletes the spam and junk messages that seem to find their way through miles of fiber optic lines. It’s not a surprising to find nothing encouraging in the e-box. Of course there are suggestions on how to write the perfect resume and companies almost guaranteeing that they will hook him up with an interview for $29.95. <br />
Nothing has changed much the last few months, except his role in the home. He is now the designate driver for the kids. Dropping them off and picking them up at school. He also spends a lot of time at the grocery stores finding deals on cheese and items listed as two for ones. <br />
It’s hard being home all day, especially this long. It’s been six months since the layoff and time is running out, on everything. He made some tough choices about what little money was left and keeping his family together. Trying to maintain a worry free environment has been difficult. <br />
At first it didn’t seem to bother the kids, Dad being home. But as weeks turned into months and the months will soon be a year even the youngest knows something is very wrong with this picture. <br />
Trying to maintain a normal life for his family has been hard. He didn’t want his wife or children worrying about food or clothes or whether they would have a bed to sleep in. He knew keeping calm and not talking to them about it would work, in the short term. But now, he’s getting to the point were a true miracle would come in handy. <br />
Putting off the creditors is easy, but putting off the bank holding the mortgage is a different story. He is currently 5 months behind; he is waiting for that knock on the door from the courts letting him know his presence is requested. <br />
So with every new day comes a different set of problems. His family didn’t know that there are times when he doesn’t eat, because there simply was not enough food to go around. They didn’t know that he has used every dime including a large water jar of coins he’s been savings since high school for a trip to France. This was going to be a fiftieth birthday present to him. They don’t know that keeping the pool clean and the grass and bushes trimmed was only a mirage, smoke and mirrors so the neighbors don’t realize there’s a problem. <br />
Remembering 2009, who wants too? The scares of 2009 will take years to heal. The worst part is, he knew it was going to happen. Like a nightmare, he was standing on a switch track at a rail station when suddenly the clamp closed on his foot. Locomotive 2009 was bearing down on him. At first it was just a small light in the distance slowly growing larger as the crept up to the present. Should he cut his foot off and save himself or wait? Wait to see if some miracle will happen. The train may screech to a halt, or change tracks. That’s how everyday of his life feels. <br />
It’s been a long time since he had a good night sleep, even longer feeling good about the mornings. Hopefully the New Year will bring change and a little luck. Maybe something will take a little pressure off of him so he can enjoy the simple things in life again. <br />
2011 can be a new start for everyone, one thing is fore sure he is not alone. Many people have been holding their breaths much longer than he has. Maybe, just maybe—2011w ill be the start of something new, something wonderful for us allJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-25289430763212509482009-12-09T16:09:00.000-05:002009-12-09T16:09:47.569-05:00CAR REPAIR CHAIN SHOPS ARE WHORESI can’t believe how dishonest car repair chains shops have become. I always take my car to this local guy that works out of his shop in a warehouse complex. He keeps his cost down and only takes cash. <br />
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Anyway, today I broke down right in front of an AAMCO repair shop. My serpentine belt broke which caused an increase in pressure cracking my radiator. AMMCO wanted $500 to do the repair. <br />
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It was then I remembered my car insurance covers towing. So I took my keys back and called road side assistance. They towed my car to my little old man for free. He replaced my radiator with a new one, change both belts. Put new pads on my back brakes and change my oil. Oh he also lubed my car as well. <br />
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$250 out the door, thank GOD I have an honest car repair guy. I hope he never dies.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-28636623849141886222009-11-16T13:19:00.000-05:002009-11-16T13:19:17.732-05:00MY GENERATIONClosing in on 50 we realize that being at the tail end of the baby boomer generation put us in a unique gray area between two very different groups. Most of us did not feel the wrath of the depression although our parents certainly did; they seemed to shield us from those horrifying times memories. <br />
Yes we all heard the stories from our grand parents about food lines and pot luck dinners. I heard a story about people stealing the paper off of apples in the market to use as toilet paper. I heard about endless dinners of potato soup and leaks and I heard about how my grand mother killed my mother’s pet chicken for dinner one night. She never ate chicken again. <br />
We came from modest middle class families wearing hand-me-down clothes and playing with passed down toys. But we had more than our parents did when they were children. <br />
So what was our contribution, our obligation to the next generation? <br />
We were taught that a penny saved is a penny earned. We were taught not to buy anything unless we had the cash to pay for it. We were also taught to help people less fortunate then ourselves. <br />
The shield our parents held protecting us from the harsh realities of the depression dulled our sensibilities toward the possibility it may happen again. Did we do our job teaching the next generations the lessons from the past? Explaining to generation X and Y that hard work is the only way to succeed. Feeling good about your accomplishments is really the reward not your ability to put $1300 down on a $60k vehicle with a payment of $500 a month. To feel good about the fact no one gave you a free pass because of your hard work. Or did we sit back and let them create their own path? Hoping that they would find an easier way, a faster way to reach their goals and protect us in our old age. <br />
We did sit back, and we gave them the reins too early. We didn’t spend enough time telling them, warning them about what could happen. <br />
Credit Cards, Equity loans and leasing cars became the norm. By the end of the century most families were spending 1/3 more per month than their income. People were living on borrowed time and we all watched it happen. <br />
What should my Generation do? We need to be heard, we need to take back the reins. We can’t spend or borrow our way out of this mess. There has to be a correction, a re-set on how we all live. <br />
This is what my generation has to offer, only if we’re giving the opportunity. But it may be too late.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-55619730290707561582009-11-14T20:17:00.001-05:002010-06-27T18:07:19.705-04:00IN A BLINK<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHome%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><o:smarttagtype name="State" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"></o:smarttagtype><style>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">It seems like the autumn brings out many things. Cooler weather, the holidays and in recent years with the advent of Face book, people try to reconnect with old friends and acquaintances from the past. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">It never seizes to amaze me how a single image from the past greatly affects me. It could be a picture of a car or building that immediately transports me back to that time and place. Sometimes I can almost smell the air from my little town, nestled in the arm pit of <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New Jersey</st1:place></st1:state>. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">One thing is fore sure time is passing quickly. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">Thirty years—it went by in a blink. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">Were we too busy to notice back then, when the fight was strong within us? When nothing would stop us from doing anything (just once) to see what it felt like. It seemed that time stood still back then. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">And now are we too busy trying to get our piece of the pie? Working hard, trying to get that promotion, wanting to earn more money so we could buy more stuff. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">For some of us it was all about getting married raising children and buying a home. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">Those memories are strong as well, like watching your child open their first Christmas present. Or, the first time you walked into your own home. And of course, the day you got married, are all meaningful strong memories. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">But they still don’t affect you like the images and memories before all of that happened. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">When having enough money for gas or a six pack of beer was more important than what the next day could bring. Or, if you wanted to take a road trip you jumped in the car with the clothes on your back and BOLTED. You didn’t have to plan, pack or make sure there were enough snacks, videos and games for the ride. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">It was a time before the internet and cell phones but we all seemed more connected. We always knew where to find someone to hang out with and it really didn’t matter what we did, it was always ‘Out Of Hand’. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">So why do memories from high school and college affect us more than recent memories, especially the ones that were supposedly life changing? </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">I guess it’s because, it was a time of infinite possibilities, when dreams seemed possible. Those old images sometimes reveal more than just fond memories. They remind us of the people we once were. Or maybe, they remind us of what we could have become. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">Anyway, it’s nice to reconnect with people from the good ole days. It doesn’t seem that the people we meet or work with today come close to the definition of friend. Especially when most of us change those acquaintances as often as we change are bed spreads or furniture. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">One thing is for sure we'll blink again and it'll all be over. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">CARPE DIEM.</div><br />
Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-1733498422515659002009-11-10T16:34:00.001-05:002009-11-10T21:59:41.184-05:00PAPER OR PLASTIC???I for one, never thought this reusable sack thing was going to stay with us. Kind of like, right after 9-11 everyone was flying the American flag and now except for government buildings and banks you rarely see one.<br />
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I know how many landfills are over stuffed with plastic wares and how we must think about the earth and keeping her clean. I get it, but I also know that most plastic is recyclable and most plastic bags are made from other throw away plastic.<br />
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So, some marketing guru high in an office over looking ....Madison Ave.... came up with the idea of making store specific reusable sacks, each costing a dollar adding revenue to the bottom line. They knew that if enough people bought them it would also reduce the operational cost for the store.<br />
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I’m sure that Son of a Bitch took a Lear Jet down to the ....Bahamas.... and is sipping Pina-colada’s laughing his or her ass off right now.<br />
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So fine, we fell for it—Thanks Al Gore, spank me—may I have another.<br />
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All these bleeding heart liberals ran out and purchased reusable sacks from their favorites stores. When they’re on line they proudly pull them out – “No need to ask paper or plastic I have my reusable sacks!”<br />
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Of course, the worst scenario is having a husband and wife that shop at different stores. Now they acquire a collection of these reusable sacks. Yippee! So now when they load up for the week and have a full cart of groceries, they whip out their brightly colored—“I care for the environment and we’re trying to fight Global warming—multi-labeled sacks and hand them to the cashier.” <br />
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Look into the eyes of a cashier the next time you see this happen. They rather have two bricks smashed up against their skull than someone handing them a bunch of mis-shaped sacks from multi-stores. They struggle with them and begin loading groceries. They don’t hold much and you have to use twice as many.<br />
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Now what’s that mean to me? I tell you, I’m the guy behind you that has to wait until all of the sacks are separated and stuffed, which takes twice as long as shoving them into the recycled plastic bags in the first place.<br />
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If you really think your helping the environment buy using these reusable sacks, you’re kidding yourself. If it makes you feel good about yourself well then have at it. But the truth is your doing nothing but putting more money on the bottom line for your favorite grocer. Oh, and pissing off the people behind you.<br />
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So load your Prius up with your reusable sacks and have a nice day.<br />
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I think if this trend continues the grocery stores should have a separate check out lane for those who deem it necessary to purchase these sacks. Let’s call it the ....GREEN EXPRESS LANE..... Maybe then you’ll realize how long it takes to fill those sacks and be on your way. I will proudly remain in the plastic or paper lane waiting my turn to check out.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-24358023289305142622009-11-05T10:08:00.000-05:002009-11-05T10:08:13.108-05:00Textnovel<a href="http://www.textnovel.com/">Textnovel</a>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-76098718986582318822009-10-22T08:48:00.000-04:002009-10-22T08:48:12.270-04:00Sheriff: Landfill body appears to be Fla. girl - Bay News 9<a href="http://www.baynews9.com/content/36/2009/10/22/536529.html">Sheriff: Landfill body appears to be Fla. girl - Bay News 9</a><br /><br />Until Florida can figure out how to protect their children. Vacation somewhere else. Maybe hitting Florida were it hurts TOURISM. This has got to stop.<br />.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-8045009530408337202009-10-02T09:01:00.002-04:002009-10-02T09:05:43.011-04:00BOOKS I LOVED GROWING UP ...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://drnorth.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/jaws.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 286px;" src="http://drnorth.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/jaws.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I was introduced, or you may say seduced into reading in an unusual way. It was 1974, I was in 7th grade and my middle brother was a junior in high school. He was completely into skin diving, and deep sea fishing. The year before he caught a 300lb hammer head shark off the coast of Miami. That fish still hangs in his living room today.<br /><br />Anyway, it’s was June and we were almost out of school which meant we would be taking our semi-annual trek to Florida. One day after school, I walked past my brother’s room and saw the book Jaws on his night stand. “You see the original hard cover copy depicted a nude girl swimming with a large great white rising below. The difference in the first edition was the girl’s body was perfectly detailed. Yes, the illustration showed everything including detail on her private parts. The publishers later altered the image blurring the girls body. <br /><br />Well, being a healthy 12 year old boy I was—let us say intrigued by the cover. I picked the book up and started thumbing through hoping to find more pictures. Of course, there were none. Remember this was 1974—no internet porn and it was rare when a boy of 12 could get his hands on a Playboy or Penthouse.<br /><br />That night I started reading. I wanted to know why this girl was swimming naked; I wanted to know about the shark. It was a difficult read for me; it took me almost one month to finish the entire book. It was the first novel I read cover to cover. I actually finished the book in the back of our vista cruiser crossing the Florida border.<br /><br />I liked the story and I couldn’t wait for the movie. When the movie premiered in 1975 I was disappointed. I realized the movie didn’t take me were Benchley’s words took me. It was then I realized the magic—the escape—the power of the written word. I continue to read anything I can get my hands on.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482454784382155792.post-70221851718660615152009-09-21T11:01:00.000-04:002009-09-21T11:02:34.074-04:00H1N1My 5 year old son has been sick since Friday. He has 5 out of the 7 symptoms for H1N1. He doctor told us to take him to the ER immediately to be checked. <br /><br />This SucksJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793972339968446986noreply@blogger.com0