Category: Ethics
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Nothing There
This will be my last post for awhile. I’m taking a little break; and I don’t know how long it will be… Nothing There Looking around on any given daySurveying what human civilizationHas wrought, the consequence ofOur deepest philosophical thought A tear forms in my eyeSpills and slides down my cheekRaise my hand to wipe…
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I Married Her Just Because She Looks Like You
I Married Her Just Because She Looks Like Youby Lyle Lovett Its not the wordsYou know I’ll always love youIt’s not the wordsI wish that I could stayIt’s more the way your lips lookedAs you spoke themAnd how the moonlight fell upon your faceI married her just because she looks like you And for every…
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Burnt Umber Rorschack
Another oldie, but goodie. I hope you agree…; -) Rorschach-Like Test In Burnt Umber Watercolor Paint powdered iron oxidemediums and bindersproduces quality shadesthe earthy brownsof Burnt Umber water makes it flowinteresting shapesand textures when dryon hot or cold pressrag paper and yupo meditating on thetextured shapesrevealed from dryingtime variances findunconscious designs –LE – 4/24/23
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Memoir – Wage Slave Career – Part 4
Wage-slave Career Continued My first ‘real job’ after graduation from Hiram was as a resume writer for a small company that specialized in resumes and other business writing. I ran a small one person office in a little stripmall. The company supplied quality resume paper and the templates for resumes and curriculum vitaes. My compensation…
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career – Part 3
My Career as a Wage-slave – Continued… At Airflex, I’d been making around $12.50/hr as a layout inspector/machinist/machine programmer. All my attempts at finding another similar factory job were in vain. None offered me more than a $10-11/hr income. With my growing family and the inflation of the time, that was disheartening. So, I rethought…
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Memorial
I met Ray McNiece at a poetry reading, commemorating the Kent State Massacre of May 4, 1970, at Brady’s Cafe in Kent OH, right next to the Kent State campus. He read the first two stanzas of this poem that night. He composed the second two stanzas a year later. We went to see him…
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Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Hereby Pink Floyd So, so you think you can tellHeaven from Hell, blue skies from pain?Can you tell a green field from a cold steel railA smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghostsHot ashes for trees, hot air for…
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career – Part 2
My Career as a Wage-slave Continued… As I’ve already written about my years-long journey to ‘find myself’, I’ll stick to my maturing as a wage-slave, for what it’s worth. And yes, during all these times, I was also trying to jumpstart my hoped-for career as a musician, which sputtered for many years, finally igniting in…
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career Part 1
My Career as a Wage-Slave (start) I started wage-slaving at the age of 10. My dad took me with him as his ‘go-for’ in his plumbing and heating business. He later branched out into remodeling and roofing too, which I also learned and worked at off and on in hard times throughout my working career.…
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Eastern Way
Eastern Way when I was a child30 seemed old to meso I didn’t expect tolive much beyond it never consideredold age and itsinfirmitiesfelt pretty invincibleless very bad luckor inane stupidity early on, eastern artsinspired meKungfu, Judo, Aikidoand Tai Chitheir philosophies madeperfect sense to me –LE – 7/20/24
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