Funkadelic--Sly And The Family Stone-- Dance To The Music!

Dance in your cubicle!

You Look Like Me, I Think I Love You......

I have no scientific proof, no surveys, nothing ripped from the web, but just a casual observation as been in retail one can notice people walking through the store. I wonder why people get together. Something in common, but what?

Common interests can change or wane, causes can change, things that used to be loved by both stop being loved.
The it dawned on me. They look the same. Not the whole face, but the nose! The nose seemed to look the same. Not exact of course, but close enough to make this very interesting. Especially in pictures of senior citizen couples, it is a distinguishing feature.

I am guessing the closer you look like each other, the longer you will be together. Call me crazy,(you are crazy),
again it is just a thought. Look around and let me know what you think.

She moves in mysterious ways!

I couldn't go into the weekend on such a sad note. I am not a big fan of U2, but this song is a big exception.
You might notice back then that Bono is without out his trademark sunglasses.

Enjoy your weekend.

No Hope

why oh why
what have I done
to be in a place
where there
is no hope

no food
no drink
all alone
so young

no future
no past
can't understand
forsaken

gift to mankind
possibilities
unlimited
doctor
scientist

cruelty of mankind
starvation
dying of thirst

cruelty of nature
cruelty of man

food and water
everywhere
not here
never enough
hunger constant
thirst constant
suffering constant
future is dim

I am forsaken
what have I done
death is near
end the suffering

Poem By R. Jacob Post Poetic  Muses

This photograph showing a starving Sudanese child being stalked by a vulture won Kevin Carter the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for feature photography.

Photographer Haunted by Horror of His Work

Obituary: Kevin Carter 1960 - 1994
Johannesburg - Kevin Carter, the South African photographer whose image of a starving Sudanese toddler stalked by a vulture won him a Pulitzer Prize this year, was found dead on Wednesday night, apparently a suicide, police said yesterday.  He was 33.  The police said Mr Carter's body and several letters to friends and family were discovered in his pick-up truck, parked in a Johannesburg suburb.  An inquest showed that he had died of carbon monoxide poisoning.
Mr Carter started as a sports photographer in 1983 but soon moved to the front lines of South African political strife, recording images of repression, anti-apartheid protest and fratricidal violence.  A few davs after winning his Pulitzer Prize in April, Mr Carter was nearby when one of his closest friends and professional companions, Ken Oosterbroek, was shot dead photographing a gun battle in Tokoza township.
Friends said Mr Carter was a man of tumultuous emotions which brought passion to his work but also drove him to extremes of elation and depression.  Last year, saying he needed a break from South Africa's turmoil, he paid his own way to the southern Sudan to photograph a civil war and famine that he felt the world was overlooking.
His picture of an emaciated girl collapsing on the way to a feeding centre, as a plump vulture lurked in the background, was published first in The New York Times and The Mail & Guardian, a Johannesburg weekly.  The reaction to the picture was so strong that The New York Times published an unusual editor's note on the fate of the girl.  Mr Carter said she resumed her trek to the feeding centre.  He chased away the vulture.
Afterwards, he told an interviewer, he sat under a tree for a long time, "smoking cigarettes and crying".  His father, Mr Jimmy Carter laid last night: "Kevin always carried around the horror of the work he did." - The New York Times
Source: Sydney Morning Herald Saturday 30 July 1994

The Dream Team

Has it been that long ago? 1992  seems a long time ago that the USA olympic team put together a great ensemble of some of the best to play the game.  This came after the relaxing of the rules that previously had only college players playing against government sponsored olympic teams from other countries. Of course once done, there was no going back. 

The expectations were that USA would dominate every game and win the gold medal and they did not disappoint the fans. This video quickly shows the opening line-up and before the start of the game was the closest the score would be once the game started. 

Hair Sprouts!

One of the rites of passage for a young man is hair growth, a hint of a beard, a mustache, sideburns, and yes, other places. They all are a sign one is approaching manhood.

Life moves on, one grows older, everything is in place and then it happens. Hair sprouts! WTF!

Eyebrows go wild, the nose wants to grow its own mustache, and what is it with the ears? Sometimes even the forehead wants to get in the act with a strand all by itself.

Men don't pluck, women do. In most cases, an attack on the hair with a razor trying with all the skill of making an ice sculpture to eradicate the offending culprit.

Some men don't care, giving themselves a sheepdog look(sorry sheepdogs). Most try their best.  We don't want to walk into any room looking like Bert or Ernie!

Billy Paul-Me And Mrs. Jones, We Got A Thing Going On.......

Sometimes the video gets in the way of the song.

Email Of The Week!

A new  Publix  Supermarket  opened in North Tampa, FL.   It has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh.

Just before it goes on, you hear the distant sound of thunder and the smell of fresh rain.

When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and you experience the scent of fresh cut hay.

In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal grilled steaks and brauts.

In the liquor department, the fresh, clean, crisp smell of tapped  Bud Lite beer .

When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle

and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of  bacon and eggs  frying.

The bread department features the tantalizing smell of fresh baked
bread  & cookies.

I don't buy toilet paper there anymore.

So What Do You Do For A Living? Yawn, That's Nice...

What do you do for a living is one of the first things someone asks when you meet. A common question, inquiring minds want to know.  Sometimes the motive is where to place you in life, in their mind. Is it a job with stature, respect or is what I do for a living better then you.

With guys, for the most part being very competitive, am I better then you? Bigger, faster, stronger, more powerful. More money, a measuring stick.
Very common.  I have it made, you don't.  My financial muscles are bigger. And so on and so on.  Each job has a stature all of it's own. Perception is reality, comparisons, bragging rights.  But each job also has a tag with it, think of all the lawyer jokes and the thought of being a car salesman? Oh no, not me.

Woman look at what a guy does for a living a bit different, I will hazard a guess. If she likes him, will he be a good provider, is he an up and comer, a man on the move, is he worthy of my time or should I move on?
Of course, many women now a days earn more then men, but it wasn't always that way.

Job titles can sometimes be kind of fuzzy, hiding the true stature and rank of the person in question.  Some people want to look down at you, it makes them feel better and superior, if only for a moment.

I work in retail. I wear a vest with a name tag. Many days I look worn out and tired and dirty at work putting in the effort to make everything as perfect as possible for you the customer, trying to exceed your expectations so that your shopping experience will be a good one.

I am here to help, explain and solve your problems with the right product or solution. You are here to buy and I am here to sell. I am foremost a salesman. I make more money then you think because I am good at what I do. I have expertise in what I do.

No, I don't have the diploma on the wall stating that the person below is in good standing and has earned this degree, but none the less, I have earned the respect of my peers and my profession.  Those that know how to sell understand, those that don't are called customers.

So, what do you do for a living?

Celtic Women (Sail Away)

As Monty Python used to say, "And now for something completely different!"!

I watched a concert on PBS with the Celtic Women. They were wonderful. This song in particular stood out in my mind. I think it put the whole concert in perspective.