Left out and Losing my place ... I have discovered that it is rude to ignore my inner voice, which says to me on this night - that if you are trying to listen to your wife's phone conversation and the Olympics at the same time, then you deserve to not know, where you would like to go. Until I take this more seriously, I will continue to follow the drivel of the commentators, who are asking why the Americans can't win. They don't say it, but it is definitely President George Bush's fault. He needs to step forward and take responsibility for what he has done. And now this news about Vice - President Dick Cheney and how he was drunk, when he attempted to "you know" erase, hmmmm...someone, who knew something about which ... if only the media mavens..., [ who are the nation's conscience], would have been told first, in the real way, without the spin of the dark arts' Masters / behind President Bush's mesmerizing powers over the larger, although small majority. In otherwords, the evil men, who stole the Democratic forces' legacy building momentum and tumult of the onerous, boner-us years of the "You Know Whom Party". These people are forever waiting to pounce and gobble-up any iota of credibility displayed /or objectified by the current administration. The dance is beginning, or is already entering, or has long been in ... the mode of a macabre delight in the lack of disbelief in the targeted ramblings of the current Press secretary, who almost, if not in reality - makes the inconceivable ministrations of the feasting ravens... appear to have real basis and uh?... Perception is the greatest throw -weight of truth. Subject: subject the dissenting cadre of pressers to "the lie of their continuous act of deception". Frozen in their defamitory drivel are the consumers ... driven into the mobile pens of circuitry... the tinder of a greater fire. The loss of momentum and life-crushed by the circumventing jealousy of our time in history. When will we look back and say-- Why has it gone so wrong? We need to recapture our faith in the place... that this nation holds in the life of the Planet's peoples. We are the shining city on the hill, because we stay the course - even when our enemies, would have us cut and run. Now that I have come to here... I wish to step out from behind my curtain and tell you, that I am here, but I am not. The way, that it went tonight, is dope. I fear, that I need to re-serve the meal /or in silence leave the field of discourse for this day and sleep on my new " Thoughts Away" mode. [ I am, I can, I wish]. = Ode to the fool on the hill and an evening under the frozen stars. A very warm day ahead - One that comforts me... will come later this year. Extreme cold here in the south sound...up in the foothills. We prefer rain, fog and drizel... year round. Good night. Hubert Rainfield,esq.

Yes, I am a blogger-So what you say and then I retort that I am feeling my oats and I want to continue to blog, so I will do just that and be back again and again until everything starts to fall into place and I realize- that this is really what I set out to do. The design of my scheme came out of a strong desire to finally pick up the pieces and be somebody. Tonight, this will probably just go down as an exercise in the extrapulation of the dimension - that is the synthesis of the plan that unfolds out from under all the morass of detritus that is the code of the delightful elves, that inhabit the veins and limbs of the tree of life, that must succumb to the sword of the pen, that is drawn to tell the tale, that is inherent in the drum.. drum ..drumming of the thumb, that leads the hand of the man who can carry the weight of this thesis. I am (the writer)? of the age that does not yet know how to write the tome that is in my hands. The greatness is there. The audacity is spry and splayed and plays fitfully in full throttle delight as he lists from the dream that [which] is his parade of the stream, the river of I Am ... the ebb and flow of dementia. {You are far too kind sir, and I say to you, that I have some questions about just what it is that you want}. It is disturbing to me that you would contemplate any kind of advance-based on a synopsis of the aforementioned contemplation of the difficulty, that is what I attempt without consult of teacher or elements of trial. I will proceed merely to express...my truth. I am prepared to not give out the essence until the preparations have been made and then I will know that my ancient voice has been read and is reading the inner wall of the wheel that rolls through the door of the ages - to find the small one's at the juncture of love and hate. The futility of man's desire to ascribe personal gain to the true work of the world is the downfall of his humanity. Greed is the screde of the defiant and impersonal defeat will ultimately be the outcome. So I stop and start and come go and then I must also say that the movie "Terminal" is playing in earshot and maybe it is just enough distraction to get me to just hang out there a bit and let the freak flags fly with abandon. So there you go . With no skill at all --I have come to the end of this evening and must trundle of to bed now. I bid adieu and reward the reader with my contrite apologies. I am all this on this evening and it is enough to keep me going for another day. Farewell: Hubert Rainfield,esq.

Just like that, I am in the moment and all the distractions that abound are not here to stop me. I can go on and be here, again, Tonight , just as I have throughout my life- I will find a way to be clear and concise and within the depth of field that it takes to discern the copy of my present -past mindset- I will enable the track of the over-under on the deep flow and bury the trite from the doubt and render the gold of the crisp new ' Fury of redoubt' , that is the present and give up the clue that is the dream - 'To be Real' and to evaluate the resolution of my existence... to it's essence and realize that it has all the earmarks of sudden deception, that is a delusional path , that trespasses on the reality forms that flow in the favor of truth. Okay! I don't get what I am up to tonight , but I do know this- I care that this is not anything more than an exercise . It will not resolve anything except that it is merely an e- mail value of self publishing or even a lower form of lit- the dreaded text message and even lower than that in my opinion the crap heads who try to gain entry to the domains that our children find themselves in, when they are out their chatting on line. I have never chatted anywhere. I have done this blogging a bit and I have been to political and news sights, and of course all of the resource and shopping sights the internet provides . My big things are history and music and literaure and geography and cruise lines and severe weather satellite photos. On and on. Now this. It is my purpose to always even when in doubt about my own abilities to write-that I will always hold to the highest level of decency and wanting to know that we are in this together, I in turn hold my reading of others up to the highest standards and always reject the wayward. I have commented from time to time to the totally lost- Thinking that maybe I need to say something and maybe - They will get... that they need another way to retail their brain. Some of us are just not singers - Just like they advise on the American Idol show. [ I must note] - that our community love affair with the Seattle Seahawks has not come to an end. They Gave Us A Heck of a Ride and I thank them for that . We will not forget. Everyone should work as hard as they did to achieve their goal. I, as a member of the Community - am Proud to call them. "Our Seahawks". A great football team. Have some good months off and enjoy your accomplishments. I don't love them. I love their passion for what they do and the understanding of that accomplishment and the discussions they had with us , before the end came and they were the team that didn't win this years' prize, but the character of this team is great and they deserve to be honored as a great group , who accomplished a result , that was true and honorable. As to Pittsburgh- who cares? Really I will wait for the Monday Morning quarterbacks to have their say, before I form my my true feelings. Actually... I have moved on. It's back to work tomorrow, so I have to be going. I love you all and Know this- I will be back. Hubert Rainfield,esq.