A dramatic reading.
Oh youth is wasted on the young...and stupid...
Half formed thoughts, badly typed.
A dramatic reading.
But you ain't gonna see no Ira Einhorn. It's Earth Day everybody. A day to remember Holly Maddux and piss on the memory of the scumbags who helped her murderer escape justice for years. I'm looking at you Arlen Specter and you too, Peter Gabriel...
Yes, I did mean what I said about practice not making you any better than you already are. If you have no talent for something, practice will only make you as good as you are bad. If you are talented in something, you will be good even if you don't practice. On average.
"Read and write four to six hours a day. If you cannot find the time for that, you can't expect to become a good writer." He sets out each day with a quota of 2000 words and will not stop writing until it is met.That's a lot to write and a lot to say. Did he turn out a couple of good books? Sure. Classics? Hell no. How many books has he written? God only knows.
Over the last couple of years I've been of the opinion that you can get better at anything if you just practice. Practice painting, you'll be a better painter. Practice your jumpshot and you'll be a better shooter, throw a couple hundred curve balls and you'll get a wicked 12-6 curve. I've found myself insisting on this. When I switched back to my old job last Spring I knew that all I needed was a bit of practice and I'd be up and running in top form...and I was right. Three presentations in and I was back on the horse. Skiing. After three years off, all it took was a couple of runs down an intermediate slope and I was skiing like I never stopped. As an adult I have learned to insist on "practice makes perfect", even though evidence proves me wrong.
Selling fake piss a crime?
The Irish poked their heads out this weekend, saw no shadow, and went about fixing lawn mowers and cleaning out the garden. Also, Easter. Fun times. Skippy got the stomach bug that the Beast and I got on the way home from Disney. Since maddmom was up with the Beast, I stayed up with Skippy. He puked every half hour from 3:00 AM to 3:00 PM Sunday. No candy for him yesterday. I did let him find some of the eggs though. Being sick on Easter is a tough break for a five-year-old.
If I don't pay my taxes I go to jail.
"People were paid for taking enormous risks. It was a crazy way to run a financial system." Geithner said, "It's the government's job ... to do a better job of restraining that kind of risk-taking."