Oops I was posting lyrics, but that thought needed to be entered. Barren with the fields be. I know you know what I mean. What you want the most you shall never have.

Anyway heres what the fictious Rose Sang:


"The Rose"

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

Okay I dont know what is happening to this blog. but I feel the need to post the lyrics to the Rose. Yikes first the bible, then Dylan Thomas, I must be getting soft in my old age, either that or introspective. The cool thing is about this growth is I didnt have to pay for it. I didnt have to sit in some holiday inn at 1200 dollars a head for three days spouting off hacked up psychological theory, I dont need to overcompensate for jealousy of my sibling, I dont need to buy expensive things to complete my life. High School is over for me. I had friends in High School, that I DIDNT HAVE TO PAY to be my friend. My thoughts of the institution of marriage Will NOT be replicated because My parents on the surface have some idealic existence, I am creative enough to cut my own path. I am responsible enough to make my own money, My own dreams, and be Realistic to know Life isnt fair, Having had to survive on my own and NOT live off my parents Teet, I could see how someone who didnt would I am Negative, Realism is never nor positive it just is.
For being as omnipotent as your, you should know the affects you have on others come at a cost. Weight can be lost, minds can be healed, but no amount of plastic surgery can fix your problems.
The victory in war is only worth winning if The Spoils of War are not SPOILED.
Trailer trash doesnt need to live in a trailer or have a low income, occasionally you find it down in the suburbs of Chicago.

I know this email has made its way around a couple of times but I think I like it because it reminds me of my Grandma, or maybe my aunt. I share it hear because I think the meaning is very powerful:

Lovely Rose at 87

The first day of school our professor
introduced himself and challenged
us to get to know someone we didn't already
know. I stood up to look
around when a gentle hand touched my
shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little
old lady beaming up at me with
a smile that lit up her entire being. She
said, "Hi handsome. My name is
Rose.

I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a
hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded,
"Of course you may!" and she
gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young,
innocent age?" I asked.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a
rich husband, get married, and
have a couple of kids..."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what
may have motivated her to be
taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college
education and now I'm getting one!"
she told me.

After class we walked to the student union
building and shared a
chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months we would
leave class together and talk nonstop. I was
always mesmerized listening
to this "time machine" as she shared her
wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a
campus icon and she easily
made friends wherever she went.

She loved to dress up and she reveled in the
attention bestowed upon her
from the other students. She was living it
up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose
to speak at our football banquet.

I'll never forget what she taught us. She
was introduced and stepped up
to the podium. As she began to deliver her
prepared speech, she dropped
her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she
leaned into the microphone and
simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I
gave up beer for Lent and this
whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my
speech back in order so let me
just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and
began, "We do not stop playing
because we are old; we grow old because we
stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying
young, being happy, and achieving
success. You have to laugh and find humor
every day You've got to have a
dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who
are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed
for one full year and don't do
one productive thing, you will turn twenty
years old. If I am eighty-seven
years old and stay in bed for a year and
never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take
any talent or ability. The idea
is to grow up by always finding opportunity
in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for
what we did, but rather for
things we did not do. The only people who
fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously
singing "The Rose."

She challenged each of us to study the
lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year's end Rose finished the college
degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended
her funeral in tribute to the
wonderful woman who taught by example that
it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send
this peaceful word of advice to
your friends and family, they'll really
enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving
memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.
GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by
what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm
passage. If God brings you to
it, He will bring you through it.


....."Good friends are like stars........You
don't always see them, but you
know they are always there."

I welcome the challenge that this day brings me. Gone are the concerns of the past. No longer will my past haunt me. No longer will the string which have held me control my actions. To all my enemies I wish nothing but the best for you, Any further ill will you wish me I feel sorry for you. I born in Chaos, I live in Chaos, I thrive in Chaos. Thanks for reminding me. Thanks for helping not make the biggest mistake in my life. Your the best thing that never happened to me. Because of you I almost missed out making a really good friend. Appearances are not always how they seem, your a good example of this. With the full I renew my hope in that my happiness it two-fold: Internal, and eternal, both of which can be no- one but myself can control.

Interesting dream. No really. Dream I am talking to somebody on the phone and wake up to the phone ringing to the person I was talking to in my dream, How often does that happen. And the information in the dream and phone call were indentical. Its a wonder how things happen like that. I wonder what act in the master plan we are in? I would really hate if my life was a scripted as others. Hmmmm......

Full moon tonight. Its amazing how much wierd things happen. I was sitting in the bar, and I looked up at moon. and I thought, Wow you really need to better than that. Apathy is the glove that the Devil slips his hand into, Thanks Dean Verner for those words of advise.

Sitting in Fuddruckers today, I realized that I am tired of interviewing for the wrong job. Today was the worstest I have experienced yet. No purchasing agent for me. Can we say boring............. Yikes... I am so worried I wont find something that I will broke and alone... What I am going to do...

I see a patern developing here. Dissappear from your oppressor, Find a new champion, suck the life from him, and Discard. It reads almost like shampoo instructions doesnt it? Rinse, Lather Repeat. I can find comfort in knowing that everyone one day becomes their parents in some peoples cases, hmmmm.. like mine I welcome it, but in some other peoples misfortune I feel like kharma will bite them in the ASS. My, My the old addage will once again ring true. Time has a funny way of working itself out.

Hmmm... Another holiday weeekend in the bag. Hmmmm... key discoveries I have learned this weekend:

1. Always trust good friends.
2. Let go sometimes. Its good for the soul.
3. Being a single parent makes you the 2nd most busiest person in the world.
4. Pizza Hut pepperoni causes bad gas.
5. Liars never prosper.
6. Kharma works too slow occasionally the kharma hit is worth the amusement you recieve.
7. Forgivness is overated.
8. Pennsylvania makes me happy. Illinois makes me Wonder why.
9. People over sixty should not have to watch Lord of the Rings...in ANY incarnation.
10. In yet another instance of my life, My easy going nature has been confused for weakness.

I refuse to let my muse disappear. Empty Rhetoric for a dying age. I wonder how soon the replacement will suffer the same fate as I? I love a good script. Ironically, someone that was so concerned with being successful settled for at best mediocrity, I live to fight another day. My path is set towards the future, and with the willing spirit, I look back at the past and laugh.

Mission Accomplished. I hope you get what you deserve. Remember though, Karma is often paid back ten-fold. You havent even begun to see what Chaos is all about.

So much of the past likes to turn around and bit you in the ass when you think about it. For instance, I have this really kick ass stereo that I paid almost nothing for and I believe to this day that my ex-roomate. Not the Builder, the Effeminate Psycho-therapist stole from me because, I made him move, or at least thats what he thought. Because I refused to move into a smaller apartment and pay more rent, so he could get a fish tank. To add insult to injury the Bitch thought he would power play me and he and his now defuncted girlfriend, from here on out Big Tittie girl liked playing house and I unfortunately was the babysitter. YIKES... anyway.. I am hopefully about ready to win a replacement remote control so my lazyness can be complete.

Update I just won my remote. my day is looking up. I think. Do I go out or just stay here I think I know the answer to that.

Okay I just got back from some of the bestest Food on the Planet: Gene and Judes hotdogs. complemented with the greatest Fruit Punch on the planet Tahiatian Treat. For those of you who dont know either They are truly a chicago orignal.

Some key ideas that came from tonight's sojurn:

Its not overly bad to look into your past and forgive and forget.

One of my biggest faults is that I Dont say the things I should and DO say the things I shouldnt.

Boxer Briefs are not for nancy-boys anymore. (Dont fret: I will never give up the Big Dogs.) Although the Big Dogs are not quite as big anymore :P.

Middle-aged women lust after effinminate carpenters because there husbands are too busy playing golf, and smoking falic-like cigars.

Too much sugar+ Unruly outlet mall crowds and only 2.5 hours of sleep make me Cranky, okay extremely more crankier than usual.

In almost six months of dating, I only blasted my friends significant other once. hehehehe.. to their face... j/k.

There should be a new game out find the hidden homosexual agenda in Shrek 2. Jerry Fawell get your hands off Tinky winky and report for duty...

and if all else fails.

Rename yourself Todd or Loraine, and join the buffet.

I didnt even make it to bed but I had this awesome vision, I was standing at the end of the hallway and it occured to me that If I could somehow run past my body, and into free space I could become free I float within the night and it would make me feel ALIVE, more alive than I have been In an AGE. I dreamed of her again. Her eyes are enblazed in my seoul. I cannot take a breath without first wondering if she is here with me. YUK, meladrama must be the order of the day. But when all is said and done, Guess who is the truly gifted one in this clan. I say Fuck the future, it will take care of itself. Its the past I am worried about, because somehow, someway the past has a way of bitting you in the ASS!

I need to know.... should I change my profile pix? I doesnt do me justice... beside Scot+suit= never a good thing

Ironic isnt it. Interview resheduled due to holiday weekend. Its amazing how much laziness creeps in when it comes to holiday weekends. But the sheduler made it a point to mention how much this dickhead wants to speak to me. Yikes, crow may still be on the menu. I think back to year ago, and how much I have changed. We all have really. The stress of graduating is over, The stress of living in the now is here. I often wonder how much of this could have been avoided if I would have been honest with myself in the begining of 2003. I should have known better to make a deal that I know I would break with myself. I found myself tonight crying for no particular reason, and before I hear anyshit about being a male and crying, I think that Its better to be in touch with your feeling rather than try and hide them, that never ends well. I wished for one thing in July of 1996. I wanted a decade free of grief. I didnt even get five years. I guess I am going to whine tonight. I thought I would feel better If I drank a blue moon. no such luck, it reminded me of a very free but scary time.
No witty proverbs here, No slickass glances across the way. I am here, and I am real. It very easy to look at life when you dont live it and criticize. Everyone has a story of pain. Everyone hurts, Everyone bleeds. Sometimes the hurt you cause is intentional, sometimes its accidental, sometimes its a result of miscommunication.

I often wonder what would have happened if you really knew the truth? The walls that I built for you both have never been higher. I would gladly let you in if you wanted but your too busy deciding how much wrong I am than how much I right I would be. Funny thing is

I dont even think you know I am talking about us. Us is such a interestingly painful concept. Us is like, being willing to sneak into the hospital when your 73 and having your heart attack. after visting hours are up and bringing you your favorite ice cream. Us is playing that song that you hate but I love just because it makes my heart skip a beat when I see you. US..... What is us Really?

I was driven around tonight with a bunch of cds that I made. Talk about an archive of Sad music. I would quote something, but its all sad. Pour on the cure, I need some Love Song... Actually my favorite Cure Song is Pictures of you... 7 mins 2 seconds long... thats probably why you hear it on the radio much anymore.

Whats your Favorite Sad Song? Bang, Bang, Bang, Is this thing on? Do you even know I exist? What happened to that spark? I was broken, I am hole, and I dare you to come fuck with me. Tremont is my home. Nobody drives me from my home. I am hiatus currently but I will be back. I wont be alone. Then you will see what it feels not to be free. Cry baby. How does it feel to be poor white Trash??!

Well where do I start. Well, I guess I should start with Evolution, not the car, not the theory. The movie. Something about Julianne Moore makes the movie fun. Its now almost 3am and I thought I was going to sleep. If I could master removing the pain in my back that acts up everytime I get stressed out I would a much happier person. In just a little of nine hours I will have to be in Lake Forest to interview for a posistion I dont want, Dont need and have to eat crow while doing it. I have a pretty interesting quandry that I face here. I should back up a bit and talk about the situation. For those of you dont know I was laid off because my Company eliminated an entire nationwide team of Six Sigma GreenBelts because they re-defined the job description to include a degree in Industrial engineering. Resulting in a layoff for the entire team save two people. Me NOT included. So I find myself with an opportunity to move to the place I have always wanted to live, and I am happy. The events of the previous years have weighed on my to the point of shear and udder depression. The further away I get from the event the more I realize how much it affected me, and affected how I was dealing with the rest of the world. In talking to a friend of mine the other night, she told me that I had almost overnight because the most self-centered egomanical Prick. Thats posed a great problem for everyone around me that I provide their "rock" of stablility because the very bed rock that they relyed on was crumbling to dust beneath their heels. I seem to find tagents alot. But I think the quote from Edward Bloom, Hero of Big Fish fits here pretty well, ".... I havent forgot, I was workin on a tangent, you see the thing about most people they will tell a story from begining to end without and tangent and it will lack flavor. or something like that.. I guess you have to see the movie, but its when William's Wife is asking to take his picture. Anyway so that brings me to eight hours and a half from now. I have a triple interview for a posistion that is down step for me. To make matters worse, the posistion would require me to work for another person at Grainger whom I have had very strong disagreements with in the past. This person in question was the type of guy that was picked on so much in High School that now that he has some power he wields as if he is slaying the "evil Dragon". People that think they are smart and decide to belittle the underlings I have NO respect for. Well this joker no only insulted me personally, he insulted my manager, my lead and my other co-workers, The second strike this pencil neck has is that even when proven wrong he still maintains he is without fault. So I know find myself having to interview for a posistion in which he would be my direct supervisor. How does one handle a situation like this? Do you eat crow? Do you cancel the interview? Hmmmmm.. I have yet to decide what works as the best in this situation... I really dont know what to do. I will prevail either way... what every my decision, It will be the right one. Quotes like, to thyne on self be true... come to mind...

Am I that desparate for job... Should I work on my first ulcer before thirty. I dont think so, I think I would rather go back to a warehouse, and have less responsibilty and get my mountain back.
My mother's health is the major factor in me staying her. I knew this wasnt the last year(s) of her life I would have never come home.

Someone called me tonight scared and worried I hope they are okay.

I also got this really interesting email... Thanks for the message from Matt... I am going to share it with yawl now:

Have you ever heard a child say, “Hey, that’s not fair”? Sure you have. Well from now on you can quote this famous philosopher. You just tell them this,


“The worst form of inequality is to try to make unequal things equal.”

(Aristotle)

I am sure they will understand.

Pour out my soul late in to the night. I can only try to figure what direction my life should go. Should I continue to Rage?

Since I have returned to Illinois for this visit, I conclude that somes its better to just let go. My soul hurts. This pain hasnt been like this in almost a decade. Time has reset itself and I am again put on this path. I knew this eight months ago, and my reluctance to accept my fate only caused me so much more pain that it should have. Had I let go, and stopped raging I would not be where I sit today. Broke, Alone, and wishing for a chance to start anew.

Dylan Thomas’ “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night”



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I do wonder about something. Why all the silence? The biggest lesson the longer you try to silence the past the louder the screaming your dreams when you sleep. I think you know what I mean.