Between this blog and The College of the Cosmos blog a few people have commented that I am or have said something they thought was wise.I am grateful for their comments.The truth is ever since I can recall people have always thought I was wise.As far back as I can remember my dad,uncles,grandfathers or my neighbors called me a wiseguy all the time.And I ,through the inflection in their voice mistook it as something negative. They were probably just yelling out of excitement or something,I'm not quite sure.I'm sure that they meant nothing but the best now that I look back on it.

I sez
So, I sez
I sez,I sez
to the guy
I sez,I sez
to 'im

I don't hear this
said as much
as I used to
But when I do
I know
that
they didn't
say anything
of the sort
I kind of miss it
a little bit

Everything is going well since I quit blogging.The new home developement that I've been working in is really going well for me.The project manager and his boss are really happy with the quality of my work and I am now focusing on speed so as to make more money and free up to do more extra work elsewhere.All these units have the same layout so I'll settle into a good routine to shave time but not quality.I'm pumped.I can go there any time of the day and on any day of the week and go to work.I don't mind working seven days a week for awhile.

If you remember I work with two other Robs.We all like music and have similar taste.
Rob the carpenter told me he'll bring in a cd player and we can all bring in cds and be our own dj's.I said good, we'll call it WROB and get a transmitter to broadcast throughout the developement.He laughed.We have a good time working there together.


My wife has gotten a job for a few days a week and maybe more.The people she is working for and with really like her too so she has been really happy with herself as of late.I won't tell her I told her so but I will tell you,I told her so."Don't count on me to make you happy,I will fail,but if you do it yourself, you won't."More validation for the big-headed corn fed one,when will it end.

Things are on the upswing here and hopefully on your end too.I'll see you.

Lawnmower Special

Riding on a big green sea
I don't know how I could be
Sitting above a spinning blade
Cutting the same that were made
Of earth and water from the sky
From dark clouds that weep and cry

And from beyond a ball of fire burns
It bathes this earth whilst it turns
In it's orbit a slow rotisserie
Without of which we would never be
Able to question or even wonder how
That time exists,this here and now

There's something larger yet not in view
I've no proof just belief it's true
It's not anything that man has said
That plants this notion in my head
I have been born with this seed
Now what remains is to water and feed

Cultivate carefully this budding force
And let it grow outwards towards the source
That I may feel and sense it's power
When in fruition it bears the flower
And holds the seeds for a new generation
To sprout and grow in this awesome creation

the_poemster

I threw up an enrollment post for "The College in the Cosmos" and it is unbelievable how it grabs attention on the recently most published list.No comments yet but mega hits.I included a link for it at the bottom of the link list.

My thinking is that since I have so much experience with remodeling that I will take the existing universe and give it a makeover.You know move a couple wormholes here and there so as to better utilise their properties.I think I would also like a black hole a little more conveniently located to Southern Vermont.I thought an all out search for a grey hole might be a quest we could undertake together.

The year will start off with the "Mother of all Bangs" being the leadoff topic.(formerly known as the "Big Bang")

Anyway the skies are no longer the limit.

I found a book in my barn a few weeks ago.It was written by Herman Hesse and titled "A Journey to the East."On the front and back flap was a description of the author and the subject matter for the book.It read:


...Herman Hesse is generally regarded as one of the great masters of the novel.A true innovator,Hesse,whose roots are in the romantic tradition,developed a style completely his own.

His novels are great mythic structures dealing with the ultimate questions of human life,and his work can be seen as a developing position,a kind of dialogue with himself.In his famous novel "Steppenwolf",he considers the problem of despair and degeneration,but in "The Journey to the East" despair is seen as merely an individual's lack of faith and vision.

"The Journey to the East" is the story of a pilgrimage which apparently fails.As the book opens,the hero finds himself engaged in writing the chronicle of this exciting adventure,which was the central experience of his youth.It is only as the chronicle unfolds that he learns that it is he who failed and that the journey to the East continues all about him.

This is not unlike what I have tried to do here.I guess there is a market for jive peddling after all.He was about thirty when he wrote this.

I've read about twelve pages of this jive and so far it's pretty boring.If it doesn't pick up soon there Mr. Master of the Novel I won't be able to finish it.Maybe if you have it on tape I can listen to it someday and through osmosis learn something.

Realistically speaking though I am more of a "jiver" than a "jivee" if you catch my drift so I'm more interested in your approach than in the content.Some of the things I've read I already knew and even my daughter Caroline at two and a half could lend you a little insight into wordly matters.But then again she's my kid so she has an advantage.

When does everybody go back to school?I want to time the fall semester accordingly for the online version of "The College."

I'm working in those new houses I told you about.The three people working in this one house are all named Rob.This has worked out great.One Rob is the carpenter putting in the cabinets and stairs.He's alright for the most part although he is a little cranky first thing in the morning.

He started to tell me how the woodwork in these houses was sold as "blonde maple" to the prospective buyers.I laughed because there is no such thing as blonde maple.Maple is native to Vermont and the cheepest wood available is the real reason.I told him what they should say is "every piece of blonde maple is handpicked by our expert craftsmen."He made reference to people from Connecticut being gullible and I didn't render an arguement even though I was born there."I tend to think they just had no reason not to believe it was anything other than as stated.

It reminded me of the summer I worked with these two old gentlemen carpenters.Junie and Carl Sr. wore white work aprons and everything that came out of their mouths was suspect of not being true.They loved to kid around all the time.I think that played a big part in why I do it.

One day,Junie was hanging a door and the Mrs. Homeowner (in Connecticut by the way)came in and noticed he was sliding a matchbook cover under the door hinge.She asked how come he was doing that.Junie replied that it was a "squeek pad" and would ensure that the door wouldn't squeek like some doors do.She thought this was just the greatest thing in the world and thanked him for the extra effort and then left the room.He winked at me and said "always have a reason for the things you are doing".The reality was he had mortised the door hinge a little too deeply and used it to shim it to the proper depth.He and Carl Sr. were pretty quick witted guys and it was a good learning experience for sure. I could just imagine Mrs. H. telling her friends that her carpenters put squeek pads on all of the doors.I think Ill start wearing a white work apron from now on to carry on this great tradition.

Thanks to everyone for the nice comments,I'm happy to say you all get A+'s but if I grade on a curve I'll have to figure out what that will mean.

My weekend started on friday with me and Tommy driving the 3 plus hours to CT. to meet up with my father-in-law and take in a baseball game in Bridgeport,Ct.Tommy's first professional and only my second ever.My father-in-law is a great guy and we get along good as long as we don't discuss religion so I don't do it.We were both born on April 2 so we have certain traits that are similar and by rights we shouldn't get along at all.(my brother and nephew are also born then so I know believe me)I figure if you go back 9 months chances are we were conceived on July 4th and alcohol was partly if not mainly responsible for me being here.What a shocker,huh?

Saturday was not a great day to go out kayaking so we just went to the beach and looked for life along the shoreline as it was lowtide to boot.I showed him the house we lived in for the month after he was born.

I made up for it by taking Tommy and Caroline to the Norwalk Maritime Center and Aquarium and then they didn't want to leave so I had to bribe them with the gift shop and Baskin-Robbins ice cream because we can't find that in here in Vermont.

I got alot of rest which apparently I needed, I mean I moved up to VT so I could slow down some.

I drove home alone and all day today was spent driving around picking up materials and such for the upcoming weeks so I had time to think about what I want to do here and I keep coming up with a basic plan I had layed out awhile ago for myself to try to do more by doing less.It's working for OPEC so I figure I should be able to do it too.I may embrace and in fact extend this model to see if I can achieve even more still by doing nothing,should be interesting if nothing else.

So esse's coming back on the 11 and anna's back now,if I can keep it to just a little time every few days maybe then less will actually be more and I can balance everything I need to do for survival in this crazy-ass world and do a little here and keep in contact.

Thanks again,you're the best cyber-friends a poemster could have.

Rob

I'm going to spent a few days kayaking and fishing with my kid.

When I return this blog will cease to exist in it's present form.Anything you wish to grab between now and then please do so.

I have learned enough in the past two months to continue on my path.Presently,I am pointed in a good and positive personal direction and I see little upside in continuing this blog in terms of my needs.That is what lifes about, you and how you filter down to others.I am now going to focus on the real world as I find it much better suited to me than cyber space.My tangible world needs me more than this one does but it took this foray to figure that out so it wasn't wasted at all.

Much of what has happened was because of "effort" or more appropriately the effort I applied in trying to accomplish what I set out to do.It has also been because of my attitude and my capabilities.Nothing more.I will now take the effort I expend here and apply that to what I need to do in the real world.This will in turn filter down to my kids who are the ones most deserving.

If I keep the blog at all it will be a commentless blog from now on.I will post any creative writing that I might write from time to time.I may visit a few of you also and say hello once in awhile so make sure you keep up the good work.

So I could say it's been "real" but it hasn't been,I could say it's been fun but it always hasn't been that so I guess I'll just say it's been what it was and I hope you got a little something out of it like I did.

If at this point you get the feeling that there is no talking me into changing my mind ,I want to give you an A+ for the course,you have learned well.Use the comment box for the purpose of goodbyes only,if you so desire.

Take care of yourselves and I wish you well.

Rob

Celestial Seasoning

Chicken cacciatori
on a hot sultry night
Front porch wicker settee
And a full moon rising
A cloud cover fleeting
The sound stage alive with a
Distant thunders rumble
And a cricket serenade
Flat on my back
With a pillow for my head
I'm admiring the order
Of the universe tonight
And this big round rock
That's high in the sky
Reflects on this scene
The light from the sun
Illuminating a vision while
The sparse clouds are passing
In a slow moving strobe

I want to be like the moon
That's what I have learned
While I lie on my back
And look at the sky