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A whole new world

jay — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:21:30 +0000

O.K. we enter a whole new website world.
This one promises to make things even simpler than the previous.
Kinda like the computer itself. Kind of like the banking system that is oh so convenient and simple these days. After just spending 31/2 hours on Saturday in the presence of two tellers and a manager we managed to “allow” me to access an account that had to be re-configured,re-tagged and provided with new passwords and clues.
My bank is actually a “conveniently” located kiosk in the back of a grocery store . When the “out of order” sign is up, I am ,”for my convenience” re-directed to drive to another “branch ATM” about 3 miles away.
All this to say that I’m not saying, I’m just saying.
I look forward to this new easy to access site and the convenience of it being at my disposal.
Let’s see if it flies.
Cheers!

Out of the blocks for 09

jay — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 04:22:16 +0000

Slowly, slowly, says the old Greek adage, so that’s how we’ll ease into this 09.
A few years back after climbing and searching for a “vortex” of power and illumination in the Sedona area of Arizona I found a stream.
Hot and tired I rested on a rock in the middle of the stream.
No alarms of epiphany went off, the self actualization I sought was not a bolt of lightning from the heavens.
As I began to relax and my mind to drift, it struck me that the water flowing to me was my life ahead. I could no more control the water’s flow than my own destiny.
The water would flow to me, around me and behind and I could either allow it to be so, or fight the current in futility.
This is a nutshell is my resolution of 09. To continue to allow the waters to flow unimpeded, to observe, and to “go with the flow”
The subtlety of nature is true enlightenment.

Reflections of Camelback

jay — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 04:31:20 +0000

Pulled out of Nogales yesterday
With a case of “Fat Tire” and a bottle of tequila.
It was a hundred and five in the shade.

I’m feeling haunted
In The Black Canyon City.
Haunted by the memory of you.

There’s a white cross put up on the microwave tower
Not far from Horsethieif’s Pass

There’s rows of motor homes that mark the “Spirit Trail”
Long live the Apache and the Navajo,
The original velvet Elvis and the sunset cactus

There’s an historical auto court ahead.

Can’t rest because this rest stop has been closed for years