Picasa for Pictures

I just read a pop-up of some sort regarding a picture album on Picasa for our Blog pics. The link to it follows:

http://picasaweb.google.com/home

I will need to look further into this.

Why I Write

I often feel the need to write. I have found it is usually when I am depressed or upset. The more life gets me down, the more I have this urge to write.

I can never write when I feel this way, however. When I want to write is when I have the hardest time writing. I have found I write best when I am alone, in a place surrounded by people I don't know. For example, when I travel, especially by air or bus, I can just sit down and the words come pouring out.

One such occasion was when I was alone flying back to Seattle from Phoenix. We were diverted to Portland and had to spend the night there. The next morning the airline elected to bus us up to Seattle rather than fly us. I suppose it was quicker and cheaper - I had no problem with it. Never-the-less, I found myself sitting on the bus for a couple of hours with time to spare. I had nothing but a notebook and a pen.

I always try to carry a small notebook and a pen with me, especially when I travel. On this particular bus ride, I knocked out several poems. I was reflecting on my family and life and the words just came. I thought the poems were of good quality - at least in the sense they reflected my feelings - if to no one but myself. I have yet to really try them out on others to see if they like my writings or can relate to them in some way.

The only other time words come so easy are when I am really pissed off and frustrated - this usually occurs late at night. On such occasions I go down to my office and pound out the frustrations into some pretty good recaps of the issues that have got me frustrated.

This particular night is one of those times.

Everything I Feel

If I wrote everything I felt
I would probably fill a page.
No, in fact, I think I'd fill a book.
Or maybe yet, I'd fill a library
with everything I felt.
I'd like to share these things I've felt
but would you understand?
Could you understand?
Well, if you can't or won't
I'll just have to take that chance
-'cause this is how I felt.
So, just remember,
as you read,
as you come to realize,
you too, have felt the way I do.

~ Me on bus from Portland to Seattle ~

Quotes from a Craft Store

"Unattended children will be given an expresso & a new puppy."

"Good Morning - Let the stress begin"

"Who are these children and why do they call me mom?"

"We don't skinny dip, we chunky dunk!"

"My wife came with instructions....LOTS of instructions!"

"You have the right to remain silent....USE IT !!!"

"I've been on a diet for two weeks & all I've lost is 14 days!"

"My aim is to keep this bathroom clean....your aim will help!"

"If it weren't for caffeine I'd have no personality at all."

"You don't have to be crazy to work here .... we train you."

Rupert Holmes

I sat one evening in my office trying to figure out my newly acquired ipod and itunes. While I struggled with the task of adding songs and removing them from my ipod - surely to be a subject for further conversation - I came across a song that I remembered as some what of a one-hit wonder. The artist was one Rupert Holmes. I remembered the song because it was one of two songs that my first wife and I considered "our song". The other I also sheepishly name along with this one. The song by Mr. Holmes was none other than "Escape" (subtitled "The Pinot Colada Song"). This was the only number one pop hit done by Mr. Holmes. Close enough to a one-hit wonder. I had all but forgotten about the song and the artist. I certainly had not purchased his music or followed his career. I did not necessarily leave him in the past because he was a favorite of my first wife's and mine, but simly because I have not had much of a chance with my busy live to spend much time indulging in the pasttime of listening to music and pursuing the history of the artists. This compounded by the fact that my current wife Kathleen cannot stand the song which she makes known every time she hears it - which is probably only once a year, and not because I am playing it, but because some disc jockey on her oldies station feels it should be played once or twice a year. So I keep my fond memories of the song, my first wife and Mr. Rupert Holmes to myself.

Until tonight that is. What I found tonight astounded me. I made me rather proud. Here was an artist that I enjoyed - no I think I more than just enjoyed his song - it gave me a good feeling a lot of good memories. As I read about him and his accomplishments, not only in music, but as an author writing books, and as a playright doing plays and other works, I am truly impressed. I had found this man when he was still rather young and had appreciated his work at my early age back in the mid to late 1970's. Now he has fully developed those skills and he has not sat on them. He has developed them and spread his works across several mediums.

I was so impressed that I went into the library the next night and picked up one of his books. It was the only book of his our library had at the time. I can not say this is because his works were not carried by our library, nor can I say it was because the many works they carried of his were all checked out. But I can say our library is one of the smallest libraries I have ever been in and leave the decision to you. I did manage to get a copy of Where The Truth Lies, by Rupert Holmes.

This is not for everyone

Quote of the Day

"If we did all of the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.

Thomas Edison"