MANY PEOPLE SHARE MY VIEW;
THAT YOU ARE ME AND I AM YOU.
DIVISIBLE ONLY WHEN
OUR DIFFERENCES ARE NOT
I thought this worth republishing given the continuing effort
by the Powers-That-Pee to set us one against the other.
Know that there are more of us than there are of them.
Plainly said, there are more healers and unifiers than belittlers
Woke up this morning, thank you very much. Still getting the occasional post reply in Russian ( Cyrillic). Interested to see if the volume picks up as we near voting season.
My site was down for several months while I went through a BIG event that took some recovering from.
While I was absent from the net, and while the good folks at Google got me straightened out, I got HUNDREDS of posts/submissions from RUSSIANS with American names and entirely Cyrillic (Russian) writing in the body of the posts.
Took me days to mark them all as spam.I will keep you all informed if the Rushing continues.
Getting closer to actually using the site. Stay tuned- or as Rachel says: “Watch this space”.
I believe that working every day with the goal of financial independence
in mind is the very least that you can do for yourself,
your family, and for the community at-large.
It takes a lot more to push somebody up a hill
than it does to pull them up from above.
Call it social gravity.
The code at the header is completely unintentional.
It effectively serves as a barrier to my accessing my WP blog
page and is wholly an unforced error on my part.
I was trying to experiment with using my existing WP site ( my blog page)
to get the word out to the general public about what I’m doing artistically.
Unfortunately, I chose a program that was a little over my head technollogically
so I wound up with this code at the top of my blog.
I will count myself lucky if this blog gets through.
You guys probably won’t hear from me on this blog page until I get this
code mess straightened out.
Hey! Happy Easter Sunday, everyone! Glad to have made it this far- again.Life is SO short.
I got in a couple of good licks toward writing my bio/press release for my third album (“Goody Bag”).
Had to shelve the effort when this thought popped up demanding to be recorded. It goes in
my new book of poems and sayings. Wanna see it? It goes like this:
“I SPEND EVERY MINUTE.
I WATCH EACH SIXTY-SECOND GIFT WALK AWAY
NEVER TO RETURN.
I DO SO WITH A SMILE
IN RECOGNITION OF THE FACT THAT IT WAS NOT MY DECISION
TO BE HERE TO COUNT THE MOMENTS.
THAT ONE ORIGINATES FROM
A HIGHER PAY GRADE”.
(LEW HOPSON 1/1/16)
That’s all for this AM, kidddies! Hopefully communicate with youse tamarrah!
Went to the store last night to get a box of grits. Couldn’t find grits by the box. Store manager said they stopped carrying them. They only sell the packets now. Left there and went to the drug store where I learned that the coupon for eggs expired the day before. Left there and went to the pizza place only to find out they stopped selling the bacon-wrapped deep dish pizza that my wife and I loved two weeks ago. Left there and rented two movies from the little red box.You guessed it. One of the movies not only refused to play, I had to unplug the dvd player to turn it off and get the faulty disc out. It wouldn’t even eject the movie. Left there and bought some chocolate-covered doughnuts that had almost no taste all.
Did I mention that on the way to the first stop, my right calf started hurting when I put weight on the leg FOR NO REASON AT ALL? The pain was hard enough to not only make me limp, it was enough to make me curse out loud with every step. Lasted until I arrived a couple of minutes later at the gritless grocery store.
Got home and there was a letter in the mailbox from the property tax board.
Anyone who doubts that any of these events took place exactly as described can ask my Wife and Partner, my Best Best Friend Joyce, who will corroborate everything I reported (except for the transient severe lower leg pain which I did not report to Joyce).
And you know what? They were playing a Corrine Bailey Ray song at the gritless grocery store which I was singing along to. The young girl at the register commented that she loved the song- something about “Sapphire in faded jeans- I hope you get your dreams. So, go ahead , let your hair down”.
The checker recognized a kindred CBR fan so I gave her my card with which she could check out my three albums, my book of poetry, and my autobiography ( all on my website-Lew Hopson Music.com).
So, all things considered, it was STILL a good day.
Will try to upload Bucket moseying in.