Quote of the Day

Actually, it has been the quote of the week at work.  I was sitting in my desk the other day, minding my own business, checking emails, doing paperwork, etc.  Then a female co-worker from another department walks into the office to talk to Kenny.  It hit me as a shock and immediately caught my attention.  I didn't realize she was in there until she started talking to Kenny.  It turns out she is recently getting back into the dating game and has the opportunity to meet someone a few years younger than her.  She was obviously paranoid about this and wanted a guys opinion. 

So imagine the distraction it is when you are sitting in a somewhat quiet office, typing, shuffling papers, hearing the normal hum drum of events and then all of a sudden you hear a strange female voice say...

"Kenny, if you saw me in a bar, how old would you think I was?"

Of course, the conversation went on from there, and Kenny did a very good job to not step into that bear trap of a question.  Ha!  However, for the past few days whenever things get back to that same level of silence, key board clicking, etc.  I have to ask.... "Kenny, if you saw me in a bar, how old would you think I am?"

Quote of the day

This may be too much for some, but I read this in his "Book of Sketches."  It was what Jack did best for me, take a simple situation and explain it simply for exactly what it was - and I just get it.  Do you get it too? Ha!  It's not just in a man's life, it happens in a woman's life too.

"The trouble with fashions is you want to f*ck the women in their fashions but when the time comes they always take them off so they don't get wrinkled.
Face it, the really great f*cks in a man's life was when there was no time to take yr clothes off, you were too hot and she was too hot - none of yr Bohemian leisure, this was middleclass explosions against snowbanks, against walls of shithouses in attics, on sudden couches in the lobby -
Talk about yr hot peace."
— Jack Kerouac (Book of Sketches)

Quote of the Day

This is one of my favs from Robert Frost.  There are so many things that I read and it seems like time stops for a few seconds and I completely get it.  And then a few more seconds go by and I'm caught right back up into all the things that don't really matter, but we all like to pretend that they do.  Am I making any sense?  Maybe not, but again... i get it.  This is a poem that gave me one of those moments.  It is the second half of Robert Frost's poem "Birches" first published in 1915.

"So was I once myself a swinger of birches;
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood	45
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.	50
May no fate wilfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,	55
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches"

Quote of the day.

"To be nobody but yourself
in a world which is doing its best,
night and day to make you everybody else -
means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being could fight;
and keep fighting."
~ E. E. Cummings