Thursday, October 21, 2010
Mind Folk'd (Thurs Oct 21)
Monday, October 18, 2010
old southern man’s advice to a young southern boy
A six-year-old boy visited his Grandpa’s cabin just off the beaten-path of the Mississippi in the fall of 53’. His Grandpa was waiting on the porch smoking. The boy was trying to find his self. His grandpa had this advice to offer …
(In slow Southern drawl with many pauses)
“My boy …
you will find your self.
I will find my self.
We will find our selves.
But there ain’t a day that don’t go by when I don’t question my self.
Who I am,
where I am,
who I am!
And I’ll have you know, it’s gonna be a long time yet for you.
But when you do find your self, the true one,
you will die.
‘Cause the search is over then.
So you best keep on a searchin’,
keep on a changin’,
don’t let it be in no rush.
But you will find your true self,
I promise you that.”
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Mind Folk'd (Thurs October 14)
Saturday, October 9, 2010
music

Thursday, October 7, 2010
Mind Folk'd (Thurs October 7)
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
hunter

Vancouver SunTO JACK SCOTT, VANCOUVER SUN
October 1, 1958 57 Perry Street New York City
Sir,
I got a hell of a kick reading the piece Time magazine did this week on The Sun. In addition to wishing you the best of luck, I'd also like to offer my services.
Since I haven't seen a copy of the "new" Sun yet, I'll have to make this a tentative offer. I stepped into a dung-hole the last time I took a job with a paper I didn't know anything about (see enclosed clippings) and I'm not quite ready to go charging up another blind alley.
By the time you get this letter, I'll have gotten hold of some of the recent issues of The Sun. Unless it looks totally worthless, I'll let my offer stand. And don't think that my arrogance is unintentional: it's just that I'd rather offend you now than after I started working for you.
I didn't make myself clear to the last man I worked for until after I took the job. It was as if the Marquis de Sade had suddenly found himself working for Billy Graham. The man despised me, of course, and I had nothing but contempt for him and everything he stood for. If you asked him, he'd tell you that I'm "not very likable, (that I) hate people, (that I) just want to be left alone, and (that I) feel too superior to mingle with the average person." (That's a direct quote from a memo he sent to the publisher.)
Nothing beats having good references.