Category: Childhood

Part I Record Collection

I am updating and doing the upkeep for my site. This is pretty much a migration from the Yahoo Blog at 360. So I am posting stuff from a year ago.

I am excited about Rhapsody. My half-brother had a rather large collection of albums spanning from the early sixties till about 1987.  After that, the girl who came into his life convinced him to part with that collection; they married.  Realistically, I did not think I would ever forgive him. I listened to music from his collection when ever I visited (every summer).  Now there is rhapsody on the internet.  It is like the record collection I learned so much about as a child.  The site is really easy, just type the album and it plays streaming sound; nothing to download except a plug-in at the beginning.  After the trial period I signed up.  I don’t know how to say this but if my half-brother thought he would get it all back, well his thinking sorta came true.  I mean I am satisfied– Rhapsody is it!  I am not in touch with my half brother hardly at all. My father who had favored him for many years doesn’t know that I resolved with an Internet service instead. Without making any sense at all, I guess my father is looking through him to the degree he is expecting a fan. Is that me? My half brother is probably going to get the family money; I just wonder what he will do with it. It isn’t very much. It is probably debts if I think about it for a second.  I am the rotten son, but because of Rhapsody I am not the needed Fan.

Part II Deserved Attention

You know it is an effort to think rationally; but on making the thoughts on purpose is usually a little bit out of the way since really all we can expect is the possibility. So, I want to focus on a thought. How did you get that thought? Was it a thought from just before? And here it is; and, I realize that just because you made a change of focus and I’m alone and possibly in a different place I need a little context. You have changed you perspective and it makes sense to me. Oh how troubling is this given that I’m an easy mover.  I guess the best way to explain is by calling it a fortress. So you know what? I don’t really care if my stability is a variance. You especially should not worry about me they are your thoughts. All I can expect is that you are rational. As we will discover by the end of this posting it will literally be about you! But now, I’ve assured people enough, and now from a management perspective I look like a risk of safety. I have given trials and tribulations; I have learned to trust my inner voice and most about my self governance I have learned to trust my feelings; about ideas I am responsible. All of this just to keep my place in line. So, there is really no surprise that I have deserved, by reassurance to those people who could apply a therapeutic outcome for me, to in fact cause me to have a therapeutic outcome.

I have the responsibility to a smaller degree that if even my father has decided that I am his rotten son, I have the honor of enjoying the benefits of a relationship with him, about which he has no idea. For my dad; there is no hiding places. Or if there is a hiding place, it is everywhere. So my thinking which you might say is your thinking, is the arrangement agreeably rational. The candid relationship with my father is a benefit requiring responsibility. I have re-assured people a lot; I have proved my place in my community even if I discern my adversaries. If you haven’t noticed I get practically every social disease imaginable; and , before that I was waking enough in a consistent sort of way to have gotten all my curtain calls. By about this time there is another level about to be exposed.

Change of the Blog Name

Many of my readers remember when this Blog was called CQ1010.  The name is from my childhood when I visited a Ham Radio Hobbyist.  We used the moon to transmit an analog signal to Hawaii; “Cq, Cq, Cq-1010. This is KCZZ. Anyone out there from Hawaii.” We waited for a response.  My friend had a Bulletin Board of Post Cards from people he had reached from all across the country. I guess the Internet has improved things a little bit since then. Antennas, power radio transceivers, and morse codes. I got a call from the Ancient Octiva!