Me Tarzan

Dionne Knows Best... The weekend before the Local Government Elections, I realised how lost I was. In fact, on the morning (Monday) of it all, my stomach simply... quesed. For the first time in as many years, I was casting my vote by default. That is to say: I had NO conviction in the action I was gearing up to make. Now, democracy says that inaction is also an action but I couldn't really bring myself to NOT vote either. None of this would be the case if I lived in my good friend's Borough... Town... Municipality... whatever. See my good friend (let's call him "Bert") is chest deep in the politics of one of the more established political parties and I'm not ashamed to say that while I have some (lingering) reservations about the party , the man  in question is a pretty stand up guy. I trust him. I trust his resolve. This has always been my approach to voting: forget the party, look at the person. So - in times past - it would not be unusual for me to

One day soon, i'll write a treatise on religion.... a longer one.... in the meantime, i got a question.  Erma Bombeck [an American Humourist] wrote a book "A marriage made in Heaven... or too tired for an affair" [love that woman]; so my question to you is:  Are you staying with God for the right reasons or are you just too tired to go god shopping anymore? - that's all. pax.

When the thing you fear, happens to you... well that's just one less thing to fear. I had never been fired but I HAVE lived in the perpetual fear of it. I am an ad writer. Been one since 2001 (I was nineteen then). Some days were beautiful. Some days ARE beautiful. So much so, you can't believe your luck. Somebody is ACTUALLY WILLING to pay and produce your thoughts. How many people actually have that opportunity. Then there's the days of intimidation, trepidation and remorse. You see, for all your creative prowess, one fact remains: You are only as good as your last campaign. Which means you must always be relevant, always be at the top of your game, always have an idea better than [your colleagues and] your last.... It's like mental Hunger Games. President Snow is the client, who can take away his benevolence at the drop of a hat. President Snow is the boss who expects results at all costs at all times [and rightly so - it's their perogative]; of course, wheth