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Proposition–317 St. Patrick’s Day 2009 | Live List

Link for proposition 317. Add your support and signature so that St. Patrick’s Day can be made an official holiday. Cheers!

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317 – 2009 | St. Patrick’s Day Needs Your Help: Proposition 317


 Because there’s no better day to be at the bar.

So here’s the new 2009 link for the new Proposition 317 petition. 


We tried last year, let’s make it happen. We’re due for such a sensible holiday. Have a Guinness filled St. Patrick’s Day!


*Also, I’m moving my blog, slightly, to HERE*


Black Market Truth Receives Early Honors, Rave Reviews

New Suspense Thriller, first in a trilogy, USA Best Books 2008 Best New Fiction Category award winner, San Francisco Chronicle rave review from November 2008, new events, book signings

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Black Market Truth: The Aristotle Quest, Book 1


So that it’s clear what things piss me off, I compiled a list.  If I happen to be paying attention to the universe around me, these are some of the things that remind me why my disjointed world is far better.  Day dreamers and simplistic perfections are welcome at any time.
  • Negativity. You are luckier than you think.
  • Selfishness.
  • People who do nothing but talk about themselves.
  • Those who think it’s cool to fight. Guess what, you’re an idiotic loser.
  • People who fish for compliments.  Grow up and ask questions directly.
  • Insecure people over the age of 21. Honestly, stop thinking you deserve to be perfect. No one else is. You’ve been given what you were meant to have, deal with it.
  • Anyone who takes life—or anything in their life—for granted.  Fools.
  • People who don’t read, and never want to.
  • When people speak in a voice not their own because they are insecure about what they’re saying.  You’re still saying it, moron.  If you’re uncomfortable about what you’re saying, perhaps there is a reason… make a change and organize your thoughts for once.
  • Immaturity.  
  • Poor grammar.
  • Baby talk. Seriously, shut up. You sound ridiculous.
  • Girls who use the word bitch to describe their closest friends. First of all, you couldn’t sound any trashier. Second, I would like to know why you think this is appropriate or in any way not repulsive. I’d like to remind you that someone along the lines of Paris Hilton started this asinine practice; if she is the person you’d like to be more like, well then, have at it.
  • Obnoxious Frat boys. They just don’t ever get any better.
  • Men who keep their tie on after work for no good reason. Don’t trust these people.
  • Anyone who claims to be of a certain religion but follows none of the rules. You are a hypocrite and nothing infuriates me more than this blatant selfrighteousness.
  • The Mormon Cult. I do have to add though, that if at any time you would like to share with me this whimsical hat that deciphers dead languages I may change my ways.  You have no idea how much that magical absurdity would have helped me in college.
  • Anyone who tries to ‘save’ me at a bar. You’re kidding, right?
  • People who don’t put their shopping cart in the shopping cart space. What’s the problem? Are you confused by the abundance of other shopping carts in this area? I know; Common sense can be confusing.
  • People who don’t like cats.
  • Guys who drink Bud Light.
  • The lack of manners in todays society.
  • People who make fun of other people based on their appearance. You’re going to hell.
  • Anyone who claims Harry Potter is stupid, but have never even flipped a singe page. This shouldn’t bother me, I realize there are more important things in life, but it does and you suck.
  • Anyone that voted for Bush. You should be held accountable for his stupidity, your stupidity, the lives lost because of him, a meaningless war and the price of gas.
  • Guys who take longer to get ready that I do. You still amaze me.  

When Orange and Blue go Green


I think this is incredible.


A Quote For All The Mondays Of Life

“Remember how long you’ve been putting this off, how many extensions the gods gave you, and you didn’t use them.  At some point you have to recognize what world it is that you belong to; what power rules it and from what source you spring; that there is a limit to the time assigned you, and if you don’t use it to free yourself it will be gone and will never return.”

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

You Can’t Go Home Again & You Never Should Have Left

I am presently surprisingly bored, unfortunately broke, and deliriously tired.  Believe it or not, but Vegas becomes stale quite quickly.

On a better note…

I re-read You Can’t Go Home Again  by Thomas Wolfe this weekend.

“Some things will never change.  Some things will always be the same.  Lean down your ear upon the earth, and listen.” 

I have for many years been in awe of Wolfe and his epic-time-description.  And to put my sentiments quaintly… nothing changes.  His words impress more deeply upon me each time I lift his pages.  With each passing moment of my life, his literal life seems to become a greater mirror of mine.  Even if you have never missed and longed for someplace so violently that even in your unconscious dreams it brings a blunt and wakeful pain to your heart… his words are worth your while. 

“You found the earth too great for your one life… But it has been this way with all men… You have faltered, you have missed the way… And now, because you have known madness and despair… We who have stormed the ramparts of the furious earth and been hurled back, we who have been maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love, we who have hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy, and now sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall touch us—we call upon you to take heart, for we can swear to you that these things pass.”

The man knew how to pull a pen across a page- and make it last, make it momentous.  It is all very real, very true.  He does not mimic… for there are mortal recollections and emotions more memorable than pure sadness that only those who have left their true and beloved home—left it against their better judgement—have felt.  It is a unique pain, a different yearning.  A desperation unknown before that first foolish, weary step.

“…it was silly, anyhow, to feel as he did about the place. 

But why had he always felt so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he thought so much about it and remembered it with such blazing accuracy, if it did not matter, and if this little town, and the immortal hills around it, was not the only home he had on earth?”

It’s not depressing; though I know it may seem tiresome.  It is rather, a companion to lonesome wanderers.  A textual beacon from the past that has ceased to fade.  Will never fade so long as there are restless fools such as myself who act with stubborn insistence upon a sporadic and momentary urge to move.  A mistaken epiphany leads dreamers and wanderers much further into solitude with such unceremonious brevity that it is years before one can even begin to notice they are no longer home; that they have left, and kept moving.  It is quite a time before one realizes that the faces surrounding are not the same, the streets have changed their course, the music sings of foreign loves; Time has passed, the past is now your future. 

“…and he had an instant sense of something re-found that he had always known—something far, near, strange, and so familiar—and it seemed to him that he had never left the hills, and all that had passed in the years between was like a dream.”

Ironically, the restless wanderer has kept stagnant while the immovable past has fled.  As long as there are those who once believed that love was something that one could do without, as long as we— the simply ridiculous and clearly delusional—continue to flee, his Homeric lamp will burn.

“…Must the beggar on horseback forever reel?”

“All he knew was that the years flow by like water, and that one day men come home again.”