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It’s Saturday. I slept in till 10:31am. Lounged around enjoying nothingness till about noon when I got to work on some copywriting for a new landing page I was building for a Google AdWords campaign… then the crazy started.
One of my little external hard drives that I use to back up files at home decided to bust itself and not work or sumpin. This is actually the first hard drive to die on me, ever. I thought I had a good streak going. The problem is I needed some files on it. Not to worry, I figured I had backed them up to a hard drive on my desktop PC at the office. (Don’t get any ideas, I’m a Mac guy and I hardly use PCs cept when I HAVE to. I actually leave this one at work because I have no good use for it).
My wife went to the store and I headed in to the office. I drove all the way there, walked up to the building, and promptly realized I’m a knucklehead. I had forgotten the electronic office key at home so I couldn’t even get in and it didn’t seem like there was one single blessed soul within a ten mile radius to save me. I drove all the way back home. When I made the return trip back to the office, here comes a freakishly unbelievable tempest, it was like a stormin’ Norman Schwarzkopf type deal. Get the full mojo…
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In most situations, you only get one shot at it. And that one shot will be remembered for a lifetime––and not just by you either. If done right, it will entirely, maybe even permanently, melt the hearts of everyone that hears how it all went down. Fittingly, tears of felicitous joy should be shed as the shear romantic beauty of it soaks into one’s soul. Then, your own fond memories of how it went down for you and yours cascade through your own sense of presentness, stirring even more emotion. This ‘it’ is no small matter.. It’s once. It’s emotion. It’s commitment. It’s love. And it will never be forgotten. It’s a precise point in time. A pinpoint in time that is preparatory to the melding of an eternity past with an eternity future. (How’s that for an intro with literary-ness).
What the heck am I talking about? So… if the dude gots his head on straight, ‘it’ means a whole heck of a stinking lot.. it’s like one of the most masculine (but romantic) duties that you can dutifully fulfill in this typically unromantic life. You do it with your own kinda style and with careful, precise, and planned measures. Get the full mojo…
What do you say when you have nothing to say? What are you saying when you say nothing at all?
If I had nothing to say, I prolly wouldn’t say anything. At least nothing would come out of my mouth. Its just up to you to decide what it is I mean by the silence.
Having nothing to say, or just saying nothing, doesn’t mean that you have nothing to say, necessarily. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.
Your loud silence speaks a library full of possibilities, you just don’t get to control what it is that people are assuming you are saying through the silence. Silence can be very ‘potent’.
By saying nothing at all, you leave your audience in a most awkward quandary for each is left to divine what the heck it is you mean by your ‘stinking’ silence.
Call me crazy, but I just ain’t a good diviner sometimes.
Silence could mean pretty much anything. Here’s a few ideas. Silence could meant that.. Get the full mojo…
Life is like a blender AND maybe like a box of chocolates too, but for this post, more like a blender please. Yes, I’m serious. Yes, I’m serious.
Electric blenders are mysteriously cool and supremely advantageous and somewhat necessary in order to live a convenient life full of convenience and smoothies. (My sister has one of them Vitamix deals that are just really unreal).
With a blender, almost unlike any other machine known to mankind, random unkempt stuff that seems like it shouldn’t go together, just does somehow.. in a smooth kind of way. Get the full mojo…
Today is April 6th, a special day with special meaning for me. I believe in Christ and know that he lives. I want to be like him. I wish to share a recent experience that brought me closer to Christ with the idea that maybe it might be for some substance or meaning to you, even if you don’t believe in Christ.
A couple weeks ago I was in Indiana on business. The week went by quickly as almost every minute of every day and half the night was demanded of us. Late Thursday we were driving through South Bend on I-80 in route to Chicago to catch a red-eye out of O’Hare the next morning. We stopped for some refreshment at the fabled Taco Bell just off Michigan Avenue.
We were both aching for food as we hadn’t had time to eat anything since an early lunch, it was nearly midnight. Just minutes after we received our food, and having the window still rolled down, we were approached by a homeless man.
I have had some experience with the homeless—and I haven’t been as brotherly kind as I ought to have been. I have given of my substance and have left them wanting. I’ve struggled in the past to decide which is appropriate. Do they really need the money? Are they professional beggars? What will they do with the money? Are they really homeless? 
This one experience helped clarify my confusion. I will leave you to decide for yourself, given the impact, for whatever its worth, of this story. Get the full mojo…
