Locomotive

Ok here is a background, somewhere along the way I started receiving these e-mails from this dating service. When you open it, it had about 5-6 photos of women, each with a small profile next to it. I am addicted to reading these profiles. It is simply amazing how people see themselves. It amazing how everyone describes and for all I know possess the exact same qualities as the person in the photo above them on the page. Its not only how they describe themselves, ("nice", "out going", "dendrophiliac"), its not only that. Its how they order the things that describe them, maybe someone will list their religious beliefs, maybe one will throw down her exact dimensions. Which gives way to my point. It is far to easy to sum these people up, or perhaps it’s a generation expat, finally discovering the one dimensional nature of his generation. We are slipping behind the glow of this screen and becoming whoever, whenever and whatever we want by a placement of words. It is the wave of the future, life, natural living life will cohabited the mechanical world. And it will be monumentous. It will make us as humans living Gods. Surpassing our designed life cycle, conquering the depths of space. Almost getting a little Orwell there..oops. It is natural, and it is evolution. But at what cost.

Lost my train...... it’s a speedy locomotive.

Storms

I read this report to a State Industrial Commission on a man injured while in the act of repairing a chimney. He says, "when I got to the building, I found that the hurricane had knocked some bricks off the top. So I rigged up a beam with a pulley at the top of the building and hoisted up a couple of barrels full of bricks. When I had fixed the chimney, there were a lot of bricks left over. I hoisted the barrel back up again and secured the line at the bottom, and then went and filled the barrel with extra bricks. Then I went to the bottom and cast off the line. Unfortunately, the barrel of bricks was heavier than I was, and before I knew what was happening, the barrel started down, jerking me off the ground. I decided to hang on and halfway up, I met the barrel coming down and received a severe blow on the shoulder. I then continued to the top, banging my head against the beam and getting my finger jammed in the pulley. When the barrel hit the ground, it burst its bottom, allowing the bricks to spill out. I was heavier than the empty barrel, and so I started down again at high speed. Halfway down, I met the barrel coming up and received a severe injury to my shins. When I hit the ground, I landed on the bricks, getting several painful cuts from the sharp edges. At this point I must have lost my presence of mind, because I let go of the line. The barrel then came down giving me another heavy blow on the head and putting me in the hospital." We are not exempt from the storms of life. They come at us from all directions.

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