I have to say that it is diicult or me these days to ind work. I guess I'm getting old or something. I eel totally oriented outside the loop. Every time I eel as though I am making strides to get along with the way things are "supposed" to be, I ind mysel stepping back and checking mysel. I tried all that when I was younger. I ell into the drinking culture and then the God culture. I was always involved with the people i worked alongside in one way or the other... especially when I was young and ull o energy. But now that I am almost 50, I just don't have the drive to participate in what I see as a complete abrication with consequences that can do a great deal o damage to the creative spirit. In many ways, I believe a lot o really great artists died the moment they took that saety job ater they couldn't sell their work the irst time. Not that suering gets anybody extra points in this lie or the next one, but it sure seems to go with the territory these days.

THE CARS ― MOVING IN STEREO & ALL MIXED UP

No letter between the e and the g.

Silence is golden in an era o onesidedness operating inside an oblivion.

I was doing something when I looked at the screen to a special report. It was 10 something. Somebody is shooting at the crowd with an automatic weapon. I am just sitting there, listening to these rounds go off from on high; turns out the 32nd floor. Cell phone videos record the sound of deflecting bullets all around and the people are silent. Suddenly, the crowd realizes what is happening and the horror begins. I still could not believe what I was seeing. It took me a few minutes to understand what it sounds like when somebody opens up with an automatic weapon and just lets it all fly. There was immediate talk among the media folk about how to prevent something like this from happening again. But there was no place to go with that conversation. This was not a terrorist. This was a 64 year old white guy from the edge of Nevada who was just responsible for the largest mass killing in American history. I can only imagine if the man was a North Korean immigrant who has infiltrated the country. Were that the case North Korea would be on fire as we sit and think together. I am frightened by what a man is capable of doing to his fellow man.

The Steve Miller Band "Serenade"

I sometimes feel I am stretched too thin in my mind. It seems the more I tie myself with analytics, the less I physically do. Of course, there are exceptions. I do like a brisk walk from time to time. But when it's hot outside, I find it's much better to stay in. I think I am on my third month of no television with the exception of golf. Oh sure I breeze around looking for breaking news, but the days of me sitting down and watching the news are over! It's amazing how much free time I have now when compared to the countless hours I sat and watched television. It could be that I was watching too much television and therefore had to slow down or stop. I don't know. I do know that my life has changed and I am beginning to see the world differently. I am in the process of breaking a spell that has been cast upon us all and it is not easy.

The fact is, nobody wants to know the truth unless "that" truth is of some benefit to them personally. This is the only time the truth can be viewed as useful. Otherwise, the facts are simply ideals to be drawn from as necessary. For example, take the JFK assassination. The facts of that case were and are of no use to the government. Anybody who speaks contrary to the Wc findings is a nutbag conspiracy theorist. Nothing could be further from the "truth." In short, Kennedy was shot in the back approx. 5 inches down from his collar and just to the right of his spinal column. The hole was seen and documented by Kennedy's personal physician who was riding in the "last" car of the motorcade. The bullet was then felt by the tips of the fingers of more than one doctor. Now, how can that bullet exit from the front of his neck and do what it did to Connally? It can't! The bullet that hit Kennedy in the throat came from in front. It was two separate bullets, period. And that my friends is all one needs to know that  LBJ covered up the "TRUTH." In short then, we have one bullet n the back that lodged there. We have one that entered his neck from the front. We have another that hit him near the top of his head. We have one that created a baseball size opening in the lower back portion of his skull. How many is that so far? We have the bullet that hit the pavement that struck Tague's face near the triple overpass. We have the bullet that was found in the ground near the street across from the Knoll which was pocketed by an unknown agent (who was pictured doing so, but later disappeared without a trace). We have the strike that hit the inside chrome of the upper portion of the windshield... and we haven't even gone into Connally's two wounds. So, you do the count. In this world, the truth is only as good as its usefulness.