Sorry about the deletion Clay.
I did not think I said anything helpful or usefull but you say you were going to reply so I will put it back.
Cecil I will send you a picture the next time the place looks normal, that is after I have torn it appart looking for some book, a cable to a thing a ma jig, cd, or a hard drive
Hard drives are me
This is a close up of the book shelf in the backgorund with the globe on top.
I think there are ten hardrives of slippery silicon documents. I used to think there was a book in there but so much of it is just repetitious.
I wish I had clay's discipline.
Clay here is the deleted post, I took it off because it sounded a lot like sour grapes.
Talk about winning, Sanato is going nuts. Woman standing out in the south texas sun with a month old baby in her arms. The tv gal was going crazy trying to shield it tell the mother in the nicest possible way to take her baby in doors.
"You askded for it"
Remember that old tv show?
Ok here is the deleted post me quoting myselfSure whomever
whatever
For me it is all about losing
what I have lost
what I have yet to lose
Yes I am the great loser
all those things that you said mark a man's passage through life, I have accomplished none. That is the difference between us, you the winner I am the loser.
I am having a hell of a time with self pity.
in that picture are five computers, 10 hard drives stacked on the shelf with the globe on top. My life in silicon. I keep the globe turned to the atlantic, someday I hope to be the first one to swim to Ireland. My eyes sometime wander up to that globe in earnest entreaty.
I accumulate junk, books, any thing I can find to weigh me down before the next gust of wind blows me away. I am always starting over somewhere, but I seem to hang on a bit longer as I get older. I been in texas three years this time.
I have had hundreds of homes, hundreds of jobs, been homeless a few times, always drifting, a shiftless sailor. Looking for that happy hunting ground to lay my body down.
I used to want to write a book too, thank god (or whomever) for litkicks, they cured me of that.
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so there it was
I think it was the whomever comment that sent me to ranting.
I try to be careful to use the little
g god word these days, such a humble god, this god of Spinoza and Einstein, it don't like to here too many compliments, too much praise.
Do you think it is a whom?
I don't know what exactly I was thinking of, i suppose it is that mystery that keeps me going, I hardly think about god as a "whom"
is that like a person thing? I mean when you say whom do you mean there is a person somewhere that I should be grateful to for this unasked for gift of consciousness?
Don't mean nothing clay, just me getting to know myself all too well.
may you never have the problems of a midlist author.
them books look a lot prettier then my stack of hard drives or my tub of mangled sheets of paper and truck stop napkins, old compostion books frayed and coffee stained.
I always get embarrased when my rambles are longer than the poster's orignal post.
in friendship
jt
if I am grateful for any whom or whoms it must be my parents, my ancestors that handed down to me this most precious gift I have, life.