Original post Oct 2010..Today update Jan 15 2013. Only three years it took for goggle ads to find me. Praise the lord, ads have taken over the internet.
Now I get Ads on my previous Free Site. But what the hey. Do your best to make some cash. I don’t get many hits anyways, and I could not make any money on this site either. I would love to see some ads that relate to my blog. That is coming soon. I guess.
In the meantime, I will just keep on trying to write a good line or two.
My writing is not original, by the way, you can take anything you read here and pass it on. I borrowed most of my word phrases from other people. When they talk, I listen, and then I get these ideas to form on my blog.
I think that I am a pretty good talker, but writing is a different thing. With talk I can ask you questions to see if you are getting my drift, and can then offer an alternative explanation, but, not in writing.
WHO AM I: I am a Student At the University of hard knocks. I believe that a wise man can learn from the mistakes of others. I also believe that I should share what I have learned in life to others, Free of Financial charge. (That makes me wonder how this popular Ad. that is selling some Snake Oil to get rid of belly FAT, even belongs to my site? Well I guess I am poor. But, wait, FAT.
I have three sizes of jeans. High-School, Normal, and I have Fat Jeans.
I love to think about my thinking, and then I love to think about what I just thought about I am a bit of a screw up, therefore I am into self help.
I got into 12 Step meetings in 1994, and that introduced me to the self help community.
. I am also a Jack of all trades, Master at none. I can weld, write songs, cook, sell stuff, fix stuff, break stuff, and you name it I can do it.
When I say capitalize, I do not mean just cash on the barrel, I mean life experiences. If for example I watch some one jump into a situation without ever having given it any thought, and the deal goes bad< then I can learn from that guys mistake.
Health and wealth are the same thing. In both cases a healthy/wealthy person does not lack much. He has more than what he needs and therefor should be obligated morally to give any excess away to the poor, or the sick. I still lack in some areas, Relationships don’t go well sometimes, I still lack motivation to even get into a Relationship. I guess I am a Healthy/Wealthy Poor/Sick person. Lots of room for improvement.
I am motivated by my pleasures, and inhibited by my fears. Reward/punishment. My desires changed over the years. Sometimes my pain will motivate me, as happened when I quit smoking. Getting the two to meet in the middle is a challenge for everyone. I have yet to meet a balanced person. Most people I know are a bit to the left or to the right of the balance beam
Born July 20 1958 on Vancouver Island BC Canada. I am not atheist, not theist, not dogmatic, not smart, not anything. So who am I?
I rarely have to see a medical doctor, usually when I need a few stitches, after an accident. I keep healthy with diet and exercise. . I do not like the idea of getting all cut up for Cosmetic Reasons. Once nerve endings have been severed, they are destroyed, forever. You can never change a Pickle back into a Cucumber.
I had my first drink of “Moscht”, A alcohol beverage made from apples.
My Grandpa introduced me to this procedure back in the early 1960′s.
Today I continue with the tradition of sucking back the happy juice.
My Life Highlights
I love Home Made booze, and Good Food.
I got tired of the prison that working for money put me in, when I was very young (21?)
I loved to move around and work; The best time of my life was when I got an Impaired charge, and lost my drivers licence for 3 moths. Man, did I ever get in shape. I rode the 20 km to work each and every day on my bicycle. Today I spend 20% of my income to pay for my Wheel-Chair(my car, ‘a chair mounted on 4 wheels ). I found it hard to live on just air and love, so I had to go back to work.
I guess I learned that I always loved to work physically, and, that is was just a matter of finding the right job. I believe that the right job for the right person is the key to being happy. If you have the right job, you will never have to work another day in your life.
I toured around Europe and North American on my Bicycle. I have ridden at least 40,000 km on tours. A full time job really puts a wrench in this type of activity.
If I ever had the money to ride bike the whole day long, I think I might do it.
I work on a farm today I guess I am a Farm-boy.
I do this not so much for money, but because it is fun.
I don’t really know how much I make/per hour. All I know is that at the end of the year there is enough left over. I guess everyone needs to feel like they are doing something useful, but, I feel that farmers are the backbone of society. You stop making cars for a year or two, who cares, you put all the cops on holiday for a year, not much will happen, Give the politicians a long holiday, same old same old, but: you stop farming?? In a few days you will notice the difference. The shelves at the grocery store would empty pretty quick. Hunger will drive people mad and crazy. Total Armageddon. but you know that farming is a lot of hard work, and who wants to work hard. I guess I do. Who the heck would peddle 40,000 km on a bicycle if they could just take a bus or fly in a jet? I guess I would.
I Hate CARS:
A car is just a Wheeled Chair. A chair on wheels. No effort at all is required to operate this thing. It leads to becoming unfit. Lazy and just plain old disgusted with myself. I, however am forced to sit in my “Wheel Chair” for 40 minutes each day, just to get to work. There is no way around it. I am forced to commute. I want to go back to the garden of Eden. The good old days.
I am still a slave to money. Sad, I do what I love, but am forced to to what I hate to be able to do what I love.
Anyone who has a better idea should voice it. Don’t matter how stupid it sound
I also have a problem with growth. I have fat jeans. Who knows what that is? It has been a while since I have used my skinny jeans. Also economic growth and the growth of the population and the growth of the material things all have a end. When we all have everything that there is, then, where is there left to grow? I guess intellectually, philosophically, morally? I really don’t want a Fast Car or a Big house. I think I would be happy in a cabin in the bush, for a while anyways.
There is only so much land, and So many people, and only so much they can eat. Even If we grew more??
I like Stringed instruments. I found that the banjo is a Drum with Strings.
I find it easy to play, but hard to play anything that resembles a song. It more an instrument to voice my animal instincts. I wish I had a bunker, or some soundproof room where I could just rock my ears off and no one would hear. Listening to a beginner play the loudest acoustic instrument ever invented, can be trying on the neighbors ears.
I was forced into music by my mother, who liked the accordion. I never did, back then, But , I wish I had that instrument right today.. But the Rock and Roll sounded good on the radio at the time. Smoke on the water was an easy song to play with one string.
I got into lyrics and writing text and words. I became interested in words, more than just rhythm and clever hooks. I found that words were my new addiction. I read every day, most of it on the internet, and I am learning to write.
The pages on this blog, are basically the “Best That I can Do at the time”
Today is Feb 25 2011