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I was cleaning up my work desk when I came across a printout of Management Techniques of the Bottom 95% of U.S. Corporations. I printed it out a little over 5 years ago which means it has survived moves between 4 different cubes. I’ve had 8 different cubes in my 10 years. No comment on the number of supervisors but it isn’t much better. Back to cleaning.

My 11 day summer vacation to Bar Harbor, Acadia National Park and West Virginia has wrapped.   That’s about 40+ hours in the car and some 2400 miles.  Time away from work with Family does wonders but I’m glad to be back to familiar surroundings.  Stay tuned for a detailed post of the festivities but right now it is time to relax on the front porch with the three cats, Cherie’s Fountain, a beer and dinner.

Frenchman’s Bay off Bar Harbor, ME at Sunrise – July 17th, 2008

Something worldly about this pack of playing cards but I can’t put my finger on it.

Front Porch – July 6th, 2008

The Ohio State Reformatory is an amazing place to take photographs. Unfortunately, it is difficult to compose shots in total darkness.

Ohio State Reformatory’s “Toilet Room” – June 14th, 2008

I really enjoy Heineken’s Share the Good spot. The music, characters and camera shots grab my attention and tell a story in 60 seconds. I’m not any more likely to buy their beer but I like their spot none the less.

My coworker Doug invented a new game last week. Listen to Muzak, guess the song then verify the results. It’s simple and oddly entertaining. We are listening to ’80s Hits if you’re curious. Now run along to your nearest office building and play along!

While at the Rose Villa a few weeks ago, Cherie discovered Bill Withers’ Ain’t No Sunshine on the jukebox. This lead to the purchase of his greatest hits and many “he sings that” moments for the both of us.

Bill’s Lovely Day reminds me of a phenomena that certain songs trigger in my head. It’s awkward to explain and only those who have ever played a record will possibly understand. While playing a record, the stereo can be turned all the way down and the beat can still be heard coming from the needle. Couple the faint sound with a spinning record and it’s magical. It’s also what happens inside my head when certain songs are playing. Even if I’ve never played that particular song as a record, I can hear the beat and see the rotation.

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When Tim Russert passed last week at 58, I reflected in stunned silence. George Carlin passes at 71, I respond by thinking “fucking hell”, smiling and immediately watching videos on Youtube. Two individuals with two different reactions. Both will be missed.

Had a really good thing going before I was outsourced, a career.  It was great!  I was growing, being challenged and adding value. Now I have a job. One where the boss calls my team whiners for seeking clarification and the team lead insinuates I’m trying to cook the books for not wanting to tweak paperwork. The very tweaks we are told the next day not to be performing. How I long for the good old days.

Guaranteed to put a smile on your face.