Visions
Saturday, February 4, 2012
The visual environment influences
Each child from infancy.
When I arrive on this planet
These are the first things I see:
Marching in Alabama.
A man called Martin Luther.
Four dead at Kent State,
Our soldiers, the shooters.
You can ride the bus.
And yet, we're line walking.
You can surely lose your life
For simple truth talking.
They're shooting down marchers
And civil rights fighters.
Show up to protest and they
Squeeze the blue line tighter.
The poor and hungry call for help
Too weak to dance or sing.
They're nuking in Nevada,
Life don't mean a thing.
There's riots down in Watts.
There's more junk in space.
Yet some still only see the color,
And not the HUMAN RACE.
A Buddhist sets himself aflame
Way over in Vietnam.
But even that's not gonna stop
The planes, the war, the bomb.
They're throwing stones at Martin.
But he won't stop, it seems.
You can kill the man,
But you can't kill the dream.
Arrests go down in Oakland,
And that will happen again,
In the year 2012, when
This world's predicted to end.
History will keep repeating itself,
Of that you can be sure.
Until each and every one of us
Decide to end all war.
I look in the mirror and
I don't know what to do.
First I have to clear my mind
Of everything I ever knew.
Programmed from the day I was born
To hate and have no heart.
Somehow, I still have love,
And yet, we're still apart.
But how can my mind survive
Living in today's world?
Love for hate, joy for sorrow.
Art lets the truth unfurl.
It was never my dream to be
A New World Order slave.
This is no longer the land of the free,
But it's still the home of the brave.
To be a 21st century freedom fighter
Was never a goal of mine.
But I'll forever cast my lot with those
Who cross the propriety line.
Will we ever come together
As one complete humanity
To live as one, to live our lives
As they were intended to be?
The truth will out all the lies
That we've all been told.
Occupy your heart, let freedom ring.
Live strong, live free, live bold.
DIY MFA Week 3: Check In & Assignment
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
- Real life.
- Situations
- Pictures
- Quotes
Go out and look for interesting characters so you can start boosting your character stash. Where did you come up with the idea for the main character in your current work-in-progress?
My character Lily came from the idea that what if a person had the ability to raise the dead? How would she do it? What would happen if she did? Would what came out of the grave be the same as what went in, or would that person be different. If so, how?
I tend to get the situation, and then have a character come to me that will not react well to the situation. I think that helps to build the tension in the story, and also gives me an excellent opportunity to develop the character throughout the story.
Back to work now. :)
DIY MFA Week 2: Build Your Reading List
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Here's my list:
Books on the craft of writing:
"Writing the Breakout Novel" by Donald Maas
"The War of Art: Winning the Inner Creative Battle" by Steven Pressfield
"Fiction First Aid" by Raymond Obstfeld
"Stein on Writing" by Sol Stein
"The Writing of the Short Story" by Lewis Worthington Smith
Anthology of Short Form in my genre: *some of these are collections, not anthologies
"Flowers" by Scott Nicholson
"Underneath" by Dan DeWitt
"The First" by Scott Nicholson
Competitive Books: *too many in my genre to list, but here are a few
"Anathema" (Cloud Prophet Trilogy) by Meg Jensen
"Beautiful Sins: Leigha Lowery" by Jennifer Hampton
"The Color of Night" by Jack Thomas"
The next two classifications for the list are Informative Books and Contemporary Books. I decided to just list a few more books that interested me. To me the informative would be the books on craft.
"Death Whispers" by Tamara Rose Blodgett
"From Within" by John M. Dow
"The Gateway" by Glenn G. Thater
"The Manicurist" by Phyllis Schieber
"Marysvale" by Jared Southwick
"Play Dead" by Anne Frasier
"The Abandoned" by Amanda Stevens
"These Things Happened" by Scott Nicholson
And we can't forget the classics:
"Dracula's Guest" by Bram Stoker
"Frankenstein" by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
"Rebecca" by Daphne du Maurier
I'm loving this program so far. It's really helped me get in gear and get excited about writing and reading again. And hopefully it will help me decrease the inordinate amount of time I spend online. Too much reading and writing to be done to be surfing. ;)
DIY MFA: Weekly Writing Prompt for 9/16/11
Saturday, September 17, 2011
No, I won't get a degree. Yes, I will get to improve my writing and knowledge of the craft. So, it's a winner with me.
Our first weekend writing prompt is: The Starting Point
Reading:
1) Do you read regularly? If so, how many books per year, on average?
I usually read at least two books per week, so that would be over 50 books per year.
2) What are your Top 3 preferred subjects or genres?
I mainly read fiction, and my favorite genres are fantasy, horror and paranormal romance. When I do read non-fiction, it's usually something about the craft of writing, meditation, or Buddhism.
3) List the last 5 books/magazines you’ve read.
"The Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac, "Switched" and "My Blood Approves" by Amanda Hocking, "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins, and "The Bringer" by Samantha Towle. I am usually reading more than one book at a time. Sometimes that's a good thing, sometimes it's not.
Writing:
1) How long have you been writing regularly? I've been writing for as long as I can remember, but I've been writing almost daily since 2008.
2) Do you have a project you’re focusing on? Or are you experimenting with various things?
Yes, I'm working on revisions for my first novel. I also have some short stories in progress, but the novel is the main project right now.
3) How often do you write? Is your writing schedule regular or sporadic?
I journal almost everyday, daily for the past week, but I don't work on my fiction everyday. I'm about to the point that I want to reverse that and make working on my novel the priority, and let journaling take a back seat.
Workshop:
1) Do you belong to a writing group or have writer colleagues who read your work?
I don't belong to a writing group, but I wish I did. I have four people who read and/or offer feedback and critique my work.
2) Do you participate in workshops at conferences or other live or online events?
I have participated in The Muse Online Writers Conference since 2008, and I participated in NaNoWriMo in 2008 and 2009, and I will participate in both events again this year.
3) Do you take time to evaluate the feedback and implement what resonates with you into your work? Yes. I always seek feedback to make my work better.
Community:
1) Do you have writer friends?
I have two daughters that blog, but as for fiction writer friends, not really. I wish I did, so I could whine to them about having to scrap the whole first chapter in my novel. They would tell me to shut up, put my big girl writer panties on, and get back to work on my novel by rewriting that first chapter. And we could sit at the same table in the Joe Muggs section of the local Books-A-Million, and write our novels while getting wired on caffeine, and cheer each other on during NaNoWriMo. That would be awesome. Sorry, I desperately crave Fiction Friends. Fantasy over. Moving along...
2) Do you engage with other writers either face-to-face or online?
Mostly online. I did get to meet another local writer, Kelly Kazek, last weekend at Art on the Square in Athens, so that was good.
3) Are you a member of any writing associations? No.
The above questions show where I spend my time in my writing life, and which areas need attention. Currently my time is spent like this:
After seeing this, I'll definitely be making some adjustments. I have a writer friend on Twitter that is willing to critique for me, so we are swapping manuscripts. That means I will be spending more time on writing and critique, and less on community and reading.
I'll still be interacting with other writers, but since I mainly do that on social networks, I will have to cut that down as it is a time suck for me. I created my Facebook Author page this month, so I have spent a good bit of time on Facebook promoting it. The time I spend doing that will be reduced. And since I would like to publish this novel as soon as possible, my time will be spent like this:
This will help me reduce the amount of time on social networks, get my work done on my novel, and get my critiques done. Win all the way around. This chart looks so much more balanced than the first one. I definitely need some balance in my life right now when it comes to my writing.
And this DIY MFA thing is a win, too. Not only did it give me something to post about, but today I learned how to make a pie chart with Excel. Which will come in handy tracking my book sales in the near future. :)
And now, I'm headed back to work.
Secrets from 9/11
Sunday, September 11, 2011
I've tried to avoid most social networks today, just like I've tried to avoid writing the usual and expected 9/11 tribute post. It's not that I'm not patriotic. I'm just patriotic in a different way than most people.
And I didn't want to see all the references to 9/11. Not only do I have grief on a national level due to what happened ten years ago today, I have grief on a personal level from losing my third husband four years ago today.
I remember it as clear as if it were yesterday, standing by the television in that hospital room, watching all the tributes. We had all been in the whirlwind that happens when you have a family member that is terminally ill. Things sneak up on you. You forget things. Someone said, "Oh, it is September 11th, isn't it?" I looked over at my husband, lying in a hospital bed. Dying. And there was nothing I could do. I've never felt so helpless in my whole life as I did right then and there.
And just at that moment, he looked me in the eyes. And out of the blue, just like a plane hitting a building, I knew. This is the day. He's gonna go today. A sense of dread came over me. My stomach drew up in knots, and my chest felt like an elephant sat on it. And it was exactly the way I felt on this day ten years ago. Deja vu times a gazillion.
Maybe some of that grief on both levels isn't processed completely. But it seemed the more I tried to avoid it today, the more it was in my face. I just wanted to write, and not think about it for the most part. Yeah, write. Stay at home, listen to music, and work on my book. That's all I wanted to do.
So I got my email notification that the #storycraft chat on Twitter was about to begin. Yay! I thought. I can talk about writing, and not think about 9/11 today. Right?
Wrong! Guess what the topic was? How we use deeply emotional experiences for our writing endeavors. Well, that kicked my little avoidance scheme right in the ass.
It was a good chat. And it was exactly what I needed. It made me look at how I use my emotions and my experiences in crafting my novels, short stories and poems. I've used them as fodder for most of my writing for almost all of my life. Especially grief. That's probably because I was a melancholic person for a long time, battling major depressive disorder. I'm not an angry type of person, so I haven't really used anger much, but I have some stories in the works that will.
So the chat's going along fine, and I'm holding up pretty well, until the chat moderator asked me a question that struck home. "What about happiness?" she asked. "Does happiness ever inspire you?"
That stopped me cold and I had to really think hard about that before I could reply. I don't really use happiness as an inspiration except for my endings. Most of my stories and novels have a "life isn't going to kick my ass" kind of ending. It's really not the usual "and they lived happily ever after" kind of ending, but they do end kind of on an upbeat. Most of them do, anyway. I've mainly remembered the sad parts of my life, and not the happy parts. Maybe because there's a lot of sadness when you lose three husbands in a nine year period. Yes, three in nine. It's a miracle I'm still alive and have my senses about me. It really is.
Anyway, the reason I've avoided most of the social networks today is because of remembering. Yes, we are remembering the fallen heroes of 9/11 today. But for the most part, the majority of the remembering I've seen has been focused on the tragedy itself. People are remembering the grief, the shock, and then the anger that followed. I didn't want to focus on that. It reminded me way too much of the grief, the shock, and the anger that I felt toward my husband the month before he died.
A lot of people don't know this, but I've got secrets from 9/11. But today, on this day, 9/11/11, I'm going to be completely honest. Because if I'm completely honest, I can move on. Just like this country needs to recover from the grief, the shock, and the anger of 9/11/01, and move on. I've kept this secret for a long, long time. But it needs to come out, just like America's secrets need to come out so that we as a country can deal with it and move on.
Plus, I've got that blog award thingy, so I have to. Not really, but, yeah. I owe my readers that. And the people I know in real life. I like getting the truth, and so do you. So, here it is.
If I told you my husband died from cancer, I lied to you. And I'm sorry. I just didn't want to be judged, or talked about behind my back, or made to feel ashamed, made to feel like I was dirty, made to feel like I was trash, or ridiculed. No one wants that, right? Nope, they don't. I don't either.
My husband died of complications from being HIV positive.
He never told me he was positive. I found out when the HIV clinic called to confirm the appointment his nephrologist had made for him. He lived less than four weeks after I got that phone call. We were married less than 7 months when he died.
Four years later, I'm still HIV negative. Thank You God. I got my first negative test result on my 42nd birthday. It was the best birthday present I've ever received. Ever. They don't know why I never contracted HIV. Something to do with your immune system, they said. I laugh when I think of this now, as it is a totally ludicrous explanation since I have Celiac disease and rheumatoid arthritis, both immune system disorders. I know God when I see Him, and I give Him credit where credit is due.
But I want to focus this post not on trauma, grief or tragedy, but on recovery and rebuilding, both in my own life, and in the life of my country. But in the meantime I still have questions.
What lessons did 9/11 teach us?
Are we more tolerant of people that are different than us? Or do we make fun of them? Do we persecute and judge them because they don't believe the same things we believe, or because they have contracted a social disease, or because they have a different sexual orientation? The war on terror is a war against an idea, a concept, and can a war like that ever be won? Will it ever end? And will it be the happy-ever-after yes-they're-finally-home kind of ending we want? Or will it drag on and on as long as there remain countries we haven't conquered and oil fields we haven't obtained control over? And for God's sake, why didn't my husband tell me he was HIV positive before he told me he loved me and laid down with me and tried to kill me?
I've learned a lot of lessons from 2001, and 2007. Just because someone is different from me doesn't make me better than that person. Everyone has their own struggles and difficulties, their own private demons they have to deal with. Everyone has psychological, emotional, and physical pain, no matter where they come from. It's part of being human. And even though today writing helps me deal with pain on all levels, that wasn't always the case. I always wanted to run from pain. But I found the more I ran, the more pain I experienced. It was a vicious cycle.
When the towers started falling, people started running. But where have we, as a country, run to since 2001? We've lost a lot of our freedoms in the effort to protect ourselves, and we've run from one war to another. And I ran from one thing to another, from man to man, from drug to drug, trying desperately to stop the pain. America needs to stop running.
Only when I stopped running and looked at my pain, and what caused it, and the pain I caused others, did I start to recover. I stopped self-medicating and started practicing a celibate lifestyle. I went to therapy. My therapist was a writer. If it weren't for him, I know you would not be reading these words right now, because I had decided to never write again. I thank God for Giles every day. I'll never forget him.
And I've started to rebuild. I've decided to concentrate on my fiction and not do any freelance writing for now. I've decided to self-publish my novels and short stories instead of doing the traditional publishing dance. I'm just too much of a control freak, I guess. And I don't want my success as a writer in the hands of some people I don't even know in some New York publishing house that doesn't give a shit about me and is only looking at the bottom line. For so many years I thought my destiny was in the hands of fate. It took a lot of years and a lot of pain for me to realize that to a great extent I hold my destiny in my own two hands.
I made a mistake. I put myself in a position that I shouldn't have. I trusted someone when I had no reason to, and they betrayed my trust. And I'll never put myself in that position again. I'm not saying I'll never fall in love again. I'm saying that a test is in order before trust is given. And I want to be there when the test is taken, and when the results are given. It's one lesson I have finally learned. I have to love me more than anyone else loves me, or else I do myself a disservice.
The United States made the same mistake. The countries she laid down with ended up turning on her. And in doing so, she did herself and her citizens a disservice. And it's cost and is still costing us so many lives, both civilian and military, for far too long.
The United States of America has to learn to love its own more than it loves money, oil, the bottom line, world domination, and being the policeman of the planet. The bottom line is in the red more than the revisions for my first novel. This country is terminally ill with greed and corruption just like my first draft is sick with adverbs and passive voice. Money and oil don't make up this country. The people do.
America's destiny is also in her own hands, the hands of the people. The two hands of every citizen of this country make up the hands of the United States of America. And it's up to us where she goes and how she gets there.
We don't have to run anymore. We don't have to have secrets anymore. Transparency is a good thing. It is the thing that helps us separate the truth from the lies.
Don't think that I don't appreciate or don't have any gratitude for our military. I appreciate and am very grateful for our military. I just hope their sacrifices for our freedom haven't been in vain. That is my prayer for today, and every day.
We will never be in that pie-in-the-sky mindset of September 10th ever again. But we can be like we were on September 12th. We can stand, and look at ourselves, and we can make changes and make this country as great as it was once not so long ago. We can be a country where stranger helps stranger, neighbor helps neighbor, and we don't turn our head to look the other way. A country where we aren't afraid of being attacked all the time. A country that will lend a helping hand where it is really needed.
Right here at home.
I post this video in honor of my country, and in honor of the citizens of the Unites States of America. I hope she as a nation, and we as a people, can recover, heal, rebuild, and move on.
Haiku: Lightning
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Poem: Miriam Brown
Monday, July 25, 2011
Miriam Brown
Miriam Brown is having a breakdown
Her mind is lost and it can’t be found
And in her head she goes round and round
About what to do with her life.
She did some bad things a long time ago
And the end result is that she doesn’t know
Which way to turn or which way to go
To do anything good with her life.
She wants to do this and she wants to do that
And she looks for a sign but can’t find where it’s at
Too many ideas to fit under one hat
And she thinks she’s wasted her life.
So she kneels down and she tries to pray
But the words won’t come; she doesn’t know what to say
She feels that God is an eternity away
And He has no interest in her life.
Because nobody loves and the nations are whores
There’s too much blood washing up on the shores
He’s too preoccupied with all of the wars
To care about what she does with her life.
But she’ll hang on, she’ll make it okay
Like Miss O’Hara says tomorrow’s another day
She’ll find her mind and she’ll find a way
To make a poem out of her life.
*Disclaimer: Miriam Brown is a fictional character. Any resemblance to real persons named Miriam Brown, either living or dead, is purely coincidental.
It's Okay if You Get Sidetracked. Just Re:Focus.
Monday, July 18, 2011
I know it’s been forever since I posted. But I’ve still been journaling on an almost daily basis. Here’s an entry for your enjoyment, and possibly amusement. Don’t judge me, lol.
There’s stuff that's a lot more crazier than this in those pages. :)
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Back to leaving the comment. I haven't done that in more than a year. And I was so ashamed that I haven't posted anything to this blog in so long, I wouldn't even put a link to it in my comment. Sigh. I only made that checklist last week. I love my blog. Really, I do. But seriously, I've got to get on the ball. I can't neglect my writing anymore. Now that Angst and his other half are gone, my life has returned to some sense of normalcy. Thank God. Don't get me wrong. I DO miss them. Some days I miss them terribly. But it's better for all of us this way. Anyway...
The good news is that VACATION from the day job is August 8-12! I'll have a whole week to work at home! WOOT! I've been really busy. I've found some more content sites, and joined two new freelancing groups on LinkedIn. I really like that site, and I've got to network more on there. I've got Google+ now, but I haven't really done anything with that.
Really, the last thing I need is another social network time suck. Seeing as I strongly dislike Facebook, I'm hoping I can use Google+ for my writing. I spend way too much time on the internet (mainly reading Tweets) and not putting words down as it is. And while online I found some videos on YouTube about writing for Demand, and I'm watching them. So I'm still online and not putting very many words down. But, I'm learning about SEO and keywords, and branding and how to use social networking to further my business. So it's not totally unproductive. A writer has to find these things out to be successful. I've been looking at how much domain registration and hosting will cost, and trying to think of a name for my website besides helenhdavid.com. That just sounds so boring to me.
And I'm working it out in my brain how I can travel and do travel articles and have the writing pay for my traveling. And in the meantime I've been
Sometimes I hate the internet because it's such a time suck. It draws me in, and before you know it, I've clicked a hundred links. It's just that there is so much interesting stuff on there! But it's really not the internet's fault. It's my time management. And I'm working on that. No more internet until I get some words down as a warm up when I get home from work. Most days 700-1000 or so words is my usual warm up.
I've had to quit worrying about if Jesus is coming back, if the NWO is going to take us all to the FEMA camps tomorrow, and if Elenin is a meteor or a brown dwarf. And speaking of Elenin, just what the hell is it? And is it going to come between the earth and the sun and give us three days of darkness like it says in the book of Revelation? I don't know. And if it does, there's not a damn thing I can do about it. So why worry about it? Why worry that the banks are going to fail when your balance is $10? Why worry if Michael Jackson is really dead or if he faked is death to get back at the media for crucifying him? Either way, life will still roll on. It's just a waste of mental energy and it ends up affecting me physically. And I can't keep worrying about if there's enough time to make all my dreams come true before Jesus comes back anymore. (I still love Jesus, though. But Buddha saved my sanity. I don’t have to worry about if he’s coming back or not.)
Worrying about things I have no control over is paralyzing me. Even though it’s in my nature to worry, I’ve got to stop. Seriously, I have enough grey hair as it is. I've just got to keep taking those steps. Baby steps they may be, but I've got to keep moving forward.
Like writing more sample articles for the applications to those freelancing sites I found, which I'm going to do this week. I've joined Klout, and it's helping me see what I've been doing wrong in the social network realm, and what I've been doing right. I've been working on my platform for three years. Sometimes I think that's way too long, but I remind myself that I only started thinking about my writing as a business three years ago, and that I've been doing this in my spare time while honing my writing skills. I think I've made progress, but I've also wasted some precious time. Time that I can never get back. I'm going to use my time more wisely. Having my planner will help tremendously with that. Don’t worry that I won’t use it. I made it myself, and it’s amazing! It went through some changes, but it works for me, and that’s what matters. And I’ll use it to block my time to keep my internet addiction under control.
I've heard that a person will work harder for themselves than they will for anyone else. I'm willing to do that to make this dream come true. I don't want to get rich. If that happens, then great! But I just want my writing to pay my bills and have some left over for a change. I don't want my picture beside the definition of "starving artist" in the dictionary. And I don't think that's too much to ask.
And my biggest dream is that I want my writing to change the world. It's already changed me. And if it is a blessing to just one person, I've done a bang up job. If it blesses hundreds, well that's wonderful. If more, then YAY! But I've got to do it. I have no other choice. Seriously, there are other writers in my family. I think it's in the DNA or something. It has to be. Because...
You had me at "Write."
Waiting
Friday, January 7, 2011
Waiting
Sunset's here,
Light is fading.
Another day for
You I'm waiting.
And I'll wait
Until time's end
For you to come
Back home again.
Remembrance
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Taken
I used to scratch your beard
Now all I scratch is glass.
Today it’s been a year
Still seems no time has passed.
Every day I tell you but
You can’t hear, I know.
I miss you so.
When I washed the dishes
You’d come up from behind.
Put your arms around me
“There’s work” I would remind.
You said you didn’t care and
You wouldn’t let me go.
I miss you so.
I made myself a promise
Almost a year ago today.
I would come to see you
And I would not delay.
I’d give you back the red rose
Taken not long ago.
I miss you so.
I’ve yet to come and see you
The day’s only begun.
I want to see you in the light
In the full morning sun.
Then maybe you’ll see me
Then maybe you’ll know.
I’ve made it a year without you
But I still miss you so.
© Helen H. David 2008
Two Years of Ink In My Sweet Tea: Happy Birthday!
Monday, August 30, 2010
I know, it says birthday, not anniversary. That's because on this day two years ago, a woman was reborn in a way. The writer in this woman finally emerged on that day. So it was really like a birthday for me. And it's not far away from my belly-button birthday. I really enjoy writing this blog. I hope you enjoy reading it.
Daily Journal Entry
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Contest over at Constant Revisions Blog
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Just want to say that the best blog I've found lately is Simon C. Larter's Constant Revisions. Simon is a hoot, and tells it like it is. I like that. Plus I love his sense of humor. The contest post is here. Check out his blog, and follow him on Twitter @WritingAgain.
Test Post: Blogging on MyTouch
I blogged on my Blackberry. I got this MyTouch in February, and I'm just now trying mobile blogging from this phone. Yes, I'm easily distracted.
Anyhoo, I'm using Blogger-droid from Android Market. The photo is from one of my Picasa photo albums. (Photo was edited. See below.) Picasa is required for this app. Don't like that, but only because I don't use Picasa very much.
First thing I checked was if it could save drafts. It does. Second thing I noticed is that the predictive text function isn't working. I don't like that, either. Guess I'd better brush up on my texting accuracy skills, or find another app that will allow predictive text to work.
My point in all this is that I don't have the luxury of having a job that allows me to bring my netbook to work anymore. That is what saved my ass during NaNoWriMo last year. So the time I am at the keyboard has been greatly reduced.
I have to find a way to blog on the go as well as work on my novels on the go. My productivity must increase in proportion to the reduced amount of time I now spend at my computer. Hopefully this phone will save my ass this November. Saving as draft now to check if that works. It does.
I have Dropbox, Documents to Go, and the amazing Evernote all on my phone for working on my novels. But I need to blog more often. I got a kick in the creative pants in June on Twitter from my friend Warren Wooden of PLR Internet Marketing. Thank you for that kick, Warren. I needed it. Moreover, I deserved it. Six months with no post! *hangs head in shame* I told you I get distracted easily, didn't I? *checks post* Yes, I did.
I'm also going to check out blogaway 4.2 from Android Market, and also Mail2Blogger with my Gmail. So there will possible be more posts similar to this one. I know they aren't interesting. Sorry 'bout that.
Update2: blogaway 4.2 from Android Market won't work right on my phone. That is really sad because that app rocks! It lists all your blog posts and saves drafts. Predictive text works in it. You can even read blogs with it, but it doesn't automatically load my Google Reader, so you have to add the blogs URLs you want to read manually. I don't like manually adding anything nowadays. If the bugs were fixed, this would be the best blogging app for Android in my opinion. I'm following them on Twitter @blogaway to hopefully find some solutions.
Oh, well. I guess I'll stick with Blogger-droid for now. Less temptation to read instead of write that way. And God knows I am distracted easily enough these days. ;) It's a pretty cool app. It lists all my published posts, and when I click on them they come up in my browser so I can see my whole blog. I like that. It seems a little unstable, though. Sometimes the page won't load when I click on "Published Posts." Other than that, it's very good. If the instability continues, I'll have to uninstall and stick with Evernote and Mail2Blogger. I just can't label in Mail2Blogger, and that's pretty important for my blog posts. What's the point of mobile blogging if I have to get on the computer and edit my post for something as trivial as a label? ;)
92,208,506 Gallons of Oil in the Gulf
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Just out of curiosity, I looked this up. Thanks to Robert Fogt at
http://www.onlineconversion.com/forum/forum_1060787814.htm
"I found data for:
Oil, petroleum
Specific Gravity 0.88
That means that it weighs 0.88 kilograms/liter
1 liter = 0.2641721 gallon [US, liquid]
0.88 / 0.2641721 = 3.3312 kilograms/gallon
1 kilogram = 2.2046226 pound
3.3312 * 2.2046226 = 7.344 pounds/gallon
1 gallon weighs 7.344, 7000 gallons would weigh
7000 * 7.344 = 51,408 pounds
For the PSI, I am assuming you mean when the tank is overfilled far enough and the pressure on the panels becomes great enough, they blow to allow the overflow to exit. Something like that.
But, I am not sure how you would go about calculating that."
So that means that 676,164,974 pounds of oil went into the Gulf. Over half of a billion pounds of oil.
Steal This Post and Show the World: Please Copy, Please Share. Please Care Enough Paste Everywhere
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
This is the ONLY time I will ask you to PLEASE STEAL THIS POST. Please, please copy and paste this video everywhere. Permission from the creator of the video to copy and distribute this video is given in the video information.
Thank you DreamChild777 on Twitter for the link love, and JimUFO on YouTube for creating this video.
I fear for my planet. Even a dog won't soil his bed. We are the most intelligent species on the planet, and this is what we have done and continue to do on a daily basis. *smh*
No more words are needed for this post.
Is the Dream Really a Nightmare?
Friday, January 29, 2010
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been doing some research. I wanted to change the direction of my writing, its focus. Well, I've been led in a certain direction, and I can't turn back now. My conscience won't let me.
You may or may not know that I don't watch much television. Well, unless there is a storm coming or something of that nature. I quit watching "news media" television after September 11, 2001 because it struck me that WTC 7 collapsed, but no plane ever hit that building. And it collapsed in the afternoon. If you want to know more, just use google. It's all there. But you won't see it on the television. The channel I like to call FauxNewsChannel is, in my opinion, one of the biggest news network lie machines ever invented. Not to mention the tabloid press.
It's time we wake up. Before it's too late.
Look at the world around us. Look at what is going on. Is there any ring of truth? Those who have eyes to see, and ears to hear.....they will see the truth, and recognize the illusions. And they will hear the difference between the truth and the lies.
The ones who speak truth are systematically taken out of the picture. Their voices are silenced. THINK about it. Martin Luther King, John Lennon, JFK, Robert Kennedy. The list goes on and on. And it's not just activists, or politicians. Artists are taken out of the picture, too. Writers, musicians, artists of all kinds.
THINK about that one for just a minute. Think of all the musicians we have lost. What was their message? Did their message change over time? If it did, what was the result when they stopped sending the message the record companies wanted them to send? What happened to them when they started using their art for a bigger, global message? A message of LOVE? Michael Jackson changed his message, and look what happened to him. The media vilified him and convicted him in the Court of Public Opinion, then crucified him, damaging his career irreparably.
Just THINK for one minute what we lost because of what the media did to Michael Jackson. The art, the music, the films we could have enjoyed for the rest of our lifetimes, and the generations to come. The media robbed humanity of gifts Michael Jackson could have given us, gifts we could have used to help heal the human race and the planet it exists upon.
Who controls the media? Who decided what we see, what we know, what we won't see and will never know? What is your definition of TRUTH? What you see or hear? Or is your definition of truth decided AFTER you have read all the facts, and not just opinions?
Take this in, digest it. THINK about it. For your sake, and the sake of your children. For the sake of the world. Our world.
So what do we do? We use our talents to heal the world.
When will it end?
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."
- Jimi Hendrix
New Look for the New Year
Monday, January 4, 2010









