What light through yonder window breaks? Is it from the east? It is not the sun, It is a fireball and a mushroom cloud. Where will you be when it all ends? With the embrace of family? In the secured basement hideaway Huddled and snuggled with your partner? Accept the final few moments of Earth…
Ms. Peacock in the Library
Life Vignette Intro A while back, I was in desperate need of getting my life back on track, simplifying and cleaning out the unnecessary remaining cobwebs of the mind that still existed from a shitty lengthy divorce. I did not have a clue about the future direction: take the path less traveled or the conformist…
Driving Fast
The essential driver for this journey (ride) would be under the direction of the CEO, Phil Lawsen. Phil came to the company with great aspirations of building the next great enterprise computing behemoth, which would rival the likes of Oracle, Microsoft, and his alma mater Sun Microsystems. In his late 40s, with debonair looks and…
Down the Shore (Freaky Friday)
Down the Shore (Freaky Friday) It was a dark and stormy night, the sky black and barren of stars, or even a whisper slice of moonlight. Nothing to be a beacon of illumination in the darkness. The ocean waves crashing against the jetty from the angry and turbulent sea. All the telltale signs it would…
The I I Am
A spiritual and philosophical journey The I, I am varying from the you, you are. Opinions and assholes, everyone has one! The I I am is really about me, myself, and I being. A lifetime collective of honed skills and experiences. These captured memories become the evolution of the longer stories. The analysis and reflection…
Everybody Loves Candi
Everybody loves candy; yeah, what a fucking cliché, but seriously everybody loves Candi. What or who is Candi? Every job, school, or office has a Candi; a gal that on the outside appears sugary sweet, very tasty to the eye, hence the cliché “eye candy”. Seriously every office has a corporate whore who will do…
Writers Poison
I enjoyed a good writing session from a very young age. I lug around my notebook and pencil, Ticonderoga #2, of course, to write down thoughts and objects of fascination on my journeys. Sometimes, those expeditions went as expected, and other times, they had completely different takeaways than expected. On the road of life, you…
Are You There God?
Are You There, God? It’s Me, Victor, Contacting You Regarding Margaret So, God, I am not sure if you are still a subscriber to reading my blogs. I am sure you are on board with all the fascinating Web 2.0 social networking media, but whether you have time to read every posting in-depth is a…
No f*cks to give
No f*cks to give No fucks to give … no fucks given! With age and wisdom comes life experiences; love them or hate them is irrelevant, they make you the person you are today. Kind of a shit play on what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. When you are twenty to twenty-five, what…
The Art of Writing
I enjoyed a good writing session from a very young age. Lugging around my notebook and pencil, Ticonderoga #2, of course, to write down thoughts and objects of fascination on my journeys. Sometimes, those expeditions went as expected, and other times, they had different takeaways than expected. On the road of life, you never know…