Saddened that his LA school district cut music from the schools in the 1980s after his graduation, he decided that someone needed to step in and give back.  Now I am even more grateful that my daughter goes to a school with such a great music program.  Our schools here do well.  Even my puny little alma mada has a marching band of 12 kids.  Music is important.  It is a proven fact that kids who take up music are better students.  What was this "Amendment 13" and why did this get taken from the kids in LA?

I had totally forgot about Adam Brodsky, who I met at the Pizza Shoppe a while back attempting his 50 in Fifty tour where he would tour 50 states in 50 days doing a solo performance in each state.  Did he make it?  See for yourself at http://www.fiftyinfifty.com/  He mad it, completing his 50th performance in his home state of Pennsylvania.

I meet colorful characters in my life.  Adam is among them.  He probably does not remember "me from Adam", but some day I might just take him up on his offer to come to PA and do a little concert.  Nobody would come, but the vacation would be nice!

You ever been alone in a room full of people?  It's just how I feel sometimes.  Sometimes I just lose all confidence on how to share my thoughts and ideas and slip into solitude.  Fear is what propels this most.  I have a tough day tomorrow.  I need to attend a conference on knowledge management.  Yes, another room full of people.  I need to attend my sons parent teacher conference.  I have not found the balance I need in my relationship with him.  He will not live life on my terms, or skims by at the bare minimum.

I probably should lock myself in the basement the next few hours and strum a guitar.  I have been messing with my electric, but I also miss the grass roots sound of my Martin.  Sometimes I just feel the need to get "earthy".  I think that comes from working around technology all day.  Sorry if this post seems a little down.  Sometimes you just need to vent, even when there is nothing particularly wrong.

I can't think of much to write so I'm just sucking up to people who like horses by putting a couple on my page.

Wild wild horses, couldn't drag me away.
Wild wild horses, we'll ride them some day.

It is a complete rumor that the National Park Service has "erected" a statue in honor of my penis.

There is a perfectly good explanation as to how this rock formation was created...  and I am waiting to hear it.

In an earlier post, I complained about my inability to get my request answered from a gentleman on Omaha Singles who will not respect my right to privacy.  Just a quick update here.

He never cooperated, but what he failed to realize is that even though he may know the site coordinator, I know the owner.  Brother always told me it's "who you know".  He was right.  Who is crying now?

For clarification, this was not a problem with the site, Omaha Singles, but a member of it.  In the long haul, OS came through for me, yet it took persistence I did not think was needed.

Mondays exist purely as payback for a good weekend.

Taking a quick break here to complain about lots of emails, meetings, and just plain old Monday stuff.

Yes, I know I look like Son of Sanguinary.  It's not the look I was going for, but I got a little carried away with the white make-up.

From the time I was 14 until 34 I refused to dress up for Halloween.  All that fun missed.  It has only been hit and miss since then, but I have caught a few of the ghoulish days along with some groundhog proms to make up the difference.

Does growing up mean "learning to act like a kid".

Pictures ~>

I wrote about the cougars that have been both caught and spotted in Omaha.  The second one, real or imaginary is still at large, last time sighted at 40th and Adams, quite a bit South of Memorial Park or Dundee where the first sightings were.

I just got to thinking, that my title there would make an interesting headline on Saturday morning.  While most children are being briefed on how to check their candy for razor blades and poison, kids in central Omaha are getting a briefing on how to fight off a mountain lion.

I thought it would be really fun to put speakers out my window and play wildcat sounds.

There are two things in life that scare me.

The MS Office Paper Clip guy, and the Arby's Oven Mit.  I'm not sure which one annoys me more.  The sad thing is, I haven't stopped using Office products, and I still eat at Arby's.

I can't put a finger on why I am troubled by these things.  It must be something Freudian.  Or maybe the fact that they have grown to be 21rst Century icons while Smoochie struggles with a cult following of some of Earths finest minds.

Pass the Malox!

Just thought I'd snap a picture of my house on this fall afternoon.

It's kind of hard to tell with the sun just to the left like this, but the colors in this neighborhood are quite something.  My camera batteries are dead, so maybe I will walk around and get more pictures later.