A New College Graduate

This was a big weekend. My mom graduated from U. Maine Augusta with a B.S. in Library Science. The graduation was held at the Augusta Civic Center on Saturday and while the ceremony it self was pretty lame, it was awesome to see my mom walk in during the procession with her cap and gown and gold honors cord and then get to walk across the stage to get her diploma.

Now she just has to get a job to pay back her student loans. :)

Congratulations Mah, We're very proud of you.

Meme buck stops here.

The good dude over at LostGeologist has tagged me for a meme. Yep. The Six Word MeMe.

1. Write your own six word memoir. Okay. Six words only.

2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.Done. Visuals? Nope.

3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere. Silver Fox. Don't know the starting point.

Participating in memes can be cool and fun to interact with the community. It's the tagging X amount of people that I don't care for. I guess it's the feeling of asking someone to do somthing they may not want to do...the obligation of it all. Anyway, Here is my six word memoir:

Ride, Live, Think, Act, Work, Be

I tag no one. :p

GeologyJoe: Bird Savior

The weather was beautiful yesterday morning. We even had a door open to enjoy it. Then a small bird decided to fly into the office.

"Joe! Joe! A bird, a bird flew in the office." I hear from my desk while I am preparing my daily ToDo list.
We find which office our little visitor made it in to and I quickly shut that door to keep him contained.
What to do? What to do?
Knowing they will fly towards the light I shut off the lights, drew the shades and opened a window. The plan was to get the bird to fly around and hopefully find the window in the darkened room. I approached the little bird but he was not about to budge from his perch on top of the window shade.
Quickly reformulating the plan I grabbed a towel from my desk. The little bird actually let me pick him up.
I started to carry him out and he wiggled free, fluttered about and landed on my co-workers shoulder and back.
She squealed.
"Don't move! Don't move!" I say laughing.
I quickly got the bird back into hand and brought him out side. I figured that once we were out and I let go, he would just fly away.
Nope. He just hung out in my hand. I eventually was able to get him to jump into a nearby tree. The little bird, while probably dazed from smacking into a couple of windows, eventually flew away.

Can anyone ID the bird for me? I wish the picture were better but I couldn't seem to get the camera to focus on the foreground. Oh well.

And the Universe Smiled...

Today at lunch time I took a walk as I usual. Within a couple of minutes of walking up the street, there it was, a nice little folded up 1 dollar bill. SCORE! I pocketed it glee and with a huge shit-eatin' on my face I carried on.

This must be karma paying me back for yesterdays' good deed. Then brief thoughts of that t.v. show My Name is Earl pops into my head.

Yesterday as I was returning from lunch I walked past a woman in an electric wheelchair fighting with a non-automatic door. I stopped and open the door for her. Simple. She said "Thank You" I said "Your Welcome" Total interaction 21 seconds.

'The universe is smiling today' I think as a walk toward my typical sitting spot 'and it just paid me a dollar to get the door for that woman yesterday'.
How will I spend my dollar? Shortly after that thought I pass by Violin Man, in His usual spot along the side of the Nickelodeon movie house. Everyone in town knows who this is, I walk past him ALL THE TIME. That's him in the photo above.

So, I flip him the buck I just found.

"Hey how a bout a nice polka?" He coherently mumbles.

And after years of walking past him, today he played my that polka.

"It's usually an according song, but I can do it with this.."

A few more final bits of small talk of the weather and I was back on my way.

The Universe is Smiling today and Karma has once again proven itslef.

A psot wtih beers in me.

Yeah it's a Sunday, a rainy one at that, and after walking the dogs with wife through the woods for an hour-20 in the rain and then transfering books for the baby transistion I had a few cold budweisers. And a few more after thqat. My feet are warm, my teeth ready for a filling and it seems the perfect time to write a good ol' blog post. Why the fuck not?

So, what the frig is it with having to 'sign in' with some sites to leave a friggin comment? Fuck that's annoying. Dude, I just wnat to add my two cents. Your not doing anyone any good. Just pushin' me away.

Did-ja' hear about that horse they had to put down right at the track? fuckin' tragic man. Horse racin' is for rich people. Should'nt/ Would'nt that moeny be better spent on...fuck, anything else. Liek food for humans. I heard that those thoroubread horses get like 125,000$ just to mate. EACH TIME! For a HORSE! WTF!

Obama kicked some HUGE ass today on Meet the Press today. Unfortunatley there are no clips avalialbe. yet.

I'm considering picking up a new piece of equipementt. Never know man.

Supprisinly, mini-golf has a professional assosication: here.

Why is it that I cant seem to find a decent PDA at Best Buy or Cricuut City or even Staples? You go to the web site and of course what you want is there. Go to the sotre and .... 'oop. sorry thise is all we have,'

FUCK YOU!

On Friday I got a new credit card statment. CC's all suck. Mine decided to bill me a 1.50 in finaince charges because i miised one payment or somthing. So I called to find out what the BFD was. After an extended period of waiting, totaly designed to make you hang up I finally talked to some CSR and I said, "yea i'd like to cancel my card because of this charge." Done. 1.50 gone and Im back on track with teh cock knockers.

Anyway, since I figure I only have your attention for 60 seconds and so that i dont get TLDR, Im out.

Peace friends. Come back agina.

Blog Genesis - My Daily Journal (1)

I started this blog some time in 2004. The original idea of doing this came to me after my mom gave me a journal that my grandfather wrote in 1971. He wrote his as part of an assignment upon returning to school at age 40. It is the only real insight I have of him and is a good look into that time. With all that in mind back in 2004, I decided to make my own modern version.

Recently, I have been reading through it again, and it strikes me that his writings would make good posts.

Tuesday: September 14, 1971

Imagine after twenty-five years, to be back in school.

All those wasted years working as a common laborer. First, as a warehouse worker, then as a baker, and finaly as a clicker die worker. If it wasn't for the repeated operations, on my left elbow, I would still be there, in the world of drudgery, and what have I got to show for my toils? A limited vocabulary but with a mind that can be healed through hard work and study.

I am grateful to be able to have an oppourtunity for a new and exciting career. Optomistic but never pessimistic. As the saying goes, "The finer things in life are never easy to achieve".

Ridin' the MeMe Train

Yeah, memes can be fun. I found this one a good exercise in thinking through some of my favorites. I was tagged by Parenthesis who writes Random Blurbings.

The list...name my Ultimate Five:

Book: Fahrenheit 451. Helped teach me to read, read, read and build a large book collection.

Painting: The Giant - N.C. Wyeth. I saw this at an Art Gallery...the size floored me.

Place: Italian Alps.

Relaxiation CD: I was going to say Highway to Hell from AC/DC but how relaxing could that really be? So, Ill go with Johannes Brahms.

Dinner Guests: Socrates. George W. Bush, Osama Bin Laden, Lance Armstrong, Homer.

So there you have it. The train has pulled into the station.

I am electing to not contiune the meme from here. But if a reader feels so compeled, Bring it!