Rob lives near the geographical center of the North American continent with his wife, daughters, and one very needy cat. Most days he's a member of the law enforcement community, and tries to keep himself sane by making himself both stronger and more creative. His big plan is to find a way back to the coast and to stay there for good so he can surf the livelong day.
What makes a person a successful blogger anyway? Does it have to do with their stats? Does it have to do with making money from their blog? Honestly, it would be nice if I could just easily monetize this blog with the way I currently … Continue reading Am I really concerned with being a successful blogger?
Honestly, when it comes to shoes I prefer as little as possible. Socks in the winter, barefoot in the summer – when I must go shod, it’s sheepskin-lined Red Wing sheepskin-lined mocs in the cold, Sockwa G-series when it’s warm. So this is not about … Continue reading Do I really have a favorite pair of shoes?
A while back, Rob was bitten; not by a radioactive spider but by an idea to post a weekly article about a few songs that he really likes. There are so many possibilities that the series could go on forever, and so Saturday Jams was … Continue reading Saturday Jams: Drivin’ Up a Storm!
I’ve noticed when taking pictures with my iPhone that if I tap on the screen, it will focus where I tap it. Also it adjusts the light levels based on the light and color levels at the point where I tap it. That’s about as … Continue reading Weekly photo challenge: focus one
I prefer lies of omission, personally. Thinking back, I can’t remember any recent lies; The last one I really remember, and I remember clearly, happened a few years ago. This guy I was working with at Eckroth Music invited me and my wife to a backyard barbecue that he and his wife were having as a housewarming party at their new house in Lincoln. I said we would go, and I was looking forward to it.
We drove out there on that Saturday afternoon; we got to the point where we drove past his house, and we saw all these people that we didn’t recognize. I think we both decided to bail right at that moment. We drove on, and we went back home. That Monday, I started with “hey sorry I didn’t make it out on Saturday…” and he said, “yeah, what happened with that?”
MINOT, North Dakota — High water as in Minot, N.D., as seen from the 3rd Street bridge, June 24, 2011. (U.S. Army Corps of Engineers photo by Shannon Bauer) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Well, I had the perfect excuse already prepared. I told him that we had to help the in-laws sandbag their front yard, since the river was very rapidly approaching flood stage at that time. It was a really good excuse, but part of me thought that maybe he saw right through it; or maybe the guilt made me paranoid. It was a little embarrassing, but my wife and I have a certain comfort zone. In retrospect, I should have some sort of technique for dealing with a situation in which I don’t really know anyone at a certain function; if ever confronted with such a situation again, I may be tempted to drag my life around and start conversations. However, I can’t make any promises.
I’m not really much of a liar, because I really don’t feel like I need to lie about stuff. I’d rather justify the things I do, and feel good about the fact that I don’t have to present myself falsely, pretend to be somebody that I’m not, or just cover up for things that I’ve done. I don’t want to be that guy.
Still, I’m not perfect, and everybody has a reason to lie once in a while; and for what it’s worth, that story I just told was probably an unintentional lie of omission. In fact, I’ve utilized a few little lies since then, but I can’t discuss any of them here without potentially getting in trouble.
So what do you think? Are you big-time liar? Do you not lie at all? You think I’m terrible for being such a huge liar? Let us know in the comments.
So this is hilarious. If you read yesterday’s post about the possible drawbacks of the oversaturation of society with popular music, that fast food of the auditory cortex, then you understand the irony of today’s discussion on the possible songs that my parents were getting … Continue reading Was I – ironically – really conceived in music?
The interfacial point where retreating time dragged space along, a nautiloid spiral curled to a singularity before it flowed back out a clean, gibbous curve; here he stopped, just to collect his will before moving on. It was glorious chaos, nothing to bother and everything … Continue reading Regress: Turning Back
Music: it’s everywhere you go – humming softly over a grocery store’s public address system; blaring from your co-worker’s pickup during a break; rattling your windows as an SUV passes by with the bass pounding out through twelve-inch speakers. It’s a more or less ubiquitous … Continue reading Is music really all that great?
No, not really. Once upon a time I used to go to school. I didn’t do so hot in high school – obviously – because I spent a lot of time skipping classes and not doing my homework. In fact i still have a lot … Continue reading Do I really have to go back to school?
The convergence was not a comfortable transition for most people, regardless of how we defined personhood prior to that point in time. Much as humanity had spent hundreds of years creating machines that reflected their own state and abilities, so too did humanity’s legacy dedicate … Continue reading Trifecta 91: Reconstruction