Classic images

Below are some of my favorite images of all time. The life lessons you can learn from these are priceless. Enjoy:

Message to my readers

If I could say just one thing to you across the plains or mountains or oceans or winter-bare forests between us, I would say to you plainly and honestly this:

The world needs you - the seeker, the dreamer, the lover, the believer. You, in all your radiant, one-of-a-kind glory, make life a little brighter. Thank you.

With love on a lonely night,
Cowboy

Sweeny Todd attacks

I have always hated shaving. I tend to cut myself often, and the sound of the razor sliding slowly down my face reminds me of when I would sand some lame wooden trinket I was forced to make in 7th grade shop class. I guess my facial hair is just incredibly coarse.

So last night, I’m shaving my stubbly cheeks and neck (leaving the goatee) and sure enough I cut myself. This time, I cut myself just above a little mole I have on the left side of my neck. This cut bled consistently for over an hour and a half! You’d think Sweeny Todd got a hold of me.

Thankfully, I survived the cut. But I may just grow out my beard. Maybe I’ll sport the ZZ Top look. It could save me a lot of pain and suffering.

Color me bad

Ok, I really need to get a handle on the layout options for this blog thing. My color scheme is putrid, and every time I try to tweak it, I seem to change the wrong area of my blog. I'm looking for something simple, yet earthy - maybe some light browns with white. I don't know. Every time I try to mess with it, I get too frustrated. I'm hoping some computer glitch zaps my layout into coolness or something.

Four-door Florida: Battling the Cleveland sludge

The word “sludgy” best describes the weather on the days when the first white droppings of any winter in Cleveland arrive. It’s usually not snowy, because the temperature on these days tend to teeter-totter around 34 degrees and alternately freezes and thaws the falling rains. It’s just grossly icy and hail-y…leaving gray-white slop all over the landscape.

Roads are atrocious when it is sludgy. A thin layer of ice masquerading as rainwater blankets the roads sending unsuspecting and overconfident drivers into slip sliding spin outs. Stopping smoothly is nearly impossible, and even driving in a straight line is difficult.

This morning was definitely sludgy. On my drive to work, I saw a man in a mid-90’s Cadillac begin to fish-tail wildly. He was driving along down the highway when his back end suddenly jetted out to one side. A semi-truck in the next lane clipped his back end and sent him spinning off like a cyclone into the highway divider after his car did four complete revolutions. Luckily, the driver exited the car unscathed, and the damage to the car was surprisingly minimal.

I am anxious to see how my new car handles the Cleveland winter. One HUGE upgrade over my previous car is the automatic starter that I have on my key chain. I now can start my car from the comforts of my room by simple pressing a button. I can then get dressed, brush my teeth, and when I get into the car, I will be sitting in 75 degrees of blasting heat – like a four-door Florida.

Take that, sludge.

November chill

I know winter is just around the corner now. When I am outside, every footstep I take is accompanied by the rustle and crunch of fallen leaves.

My Internet is finally up and running. I will be back to the grind with this writing thing very soon. I joined a team called "The Anecdote," and I am excited to make a contribution.

Time to get back to sleep. I am outrageously tired.