Sunday, February 28, 2010

Explanation

I decided to mirror the poem To my Son here as a memorium to my children.

To my Son

To my son

Sometimes the pain is still new,
Though you’ve been gone so long,
I think of you and the tears flow,
I still wonder; could anything have been changed?
I live but a part of me feels like it is with you,
Cold and lonely in a far away grave,
And with your sib wheree’re they’ve flown,
Yes the world still turns,
And none of us makes much difference,
But we can if we try change for the better,
And live to make life better for those near and dear,
’Cause we never know when they will be gone.

© 2010 Vic Jones

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Random thoughts

Author nation is down www.authornation.com/ so I'm out and about reading and writing.

One of the most talked about commercials that was aired during the Super Bowl was by the Audi automobile company. They picture the ‘green police’ arresting a man for choosing a plastic bag for his groceries among other horrid infringements (I use the word ironically) of liberties by those who believe that we as people are destroying the planet.

This advertisement is hypocritical in many ways but the first is this: there is no modern automobile that can exist without the extensive use of plastics. Therefore to condemn one use of plastic as environmentally unsound but say theirs is better is at best the pot calling the kettle black.

I don’t know what we will do when we hunt the last ‘whale’ (or oil pool) but so far the anti whale hunting crowd has not come up with any cogent answer except to hunt ‘whales’ (or oil pools) slower. They don’t want to talk about nuclear fission and nuclear fusion for power is still a pipe dream that may never reach reality. Maybe when we run out of oil we will descend into some sort of preindustrial existence? I don’t know the answer to that but one the thing that is certain is that we need answers that are not being explored today. Solar power only works when the sun is out and it is the most inefficient of the sources of power the anti oil people tout. Wind power works when the wind blows and could I suspect be made more efficient but most people would not wish to have a wind farm in their neighborhood. Some power could be harvested from tidal motion along our coast lines but that is limited by the efficiency of the main method of power transmission that is in use today. What shall we do? Burn all the oil and coal we can find until there is no more, then live without? I believe this is shortsighted. I also believe the slow down approach is shortsighted. Most of the answers will not be cheap because we are looking to extract energy from sources that we haven’t had to look to before… in years past we let trees convert sunlight, water and nutrients from the soil into wood and burned it. Or hunted whales and burned the oil that was rendered from them… but there really are only so many whales and there really is only so much oil. We cannot quit cold turkey today but we must not say no to what we know will work in the interim; nuclear fission.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Beware!

To Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh, et al, Republican talkers; tell me this: Where is the American Whig party?
I posit this; the handwriting is on the wall, if the Republican party doesn’t step up to the plate with some better and newer people they will be where the American Whig party is; a foot note in history books.
© 2010 Vic Jones

Monday, February 15, 2010

Get Busy

Get busy writing. That is always the advice I get when I visit with other authors. Don’t depend on one story or one novel or one poem to get you to success. Sure it is true that some few authors will be one hit wonders with a book like To Kill a Mockingbird, but most successful authors have enough rejection slips to hold their own private Chinese new year’s party with, because in the business of writing you have to put out a lot of work to get noticed.

Sure we can all have our own free blog and even have Google ads on it and say we are authors (and maybe make enough money to buy an ice-cream cone once a year) but the successful author is more than published, he has a following of readers.

© 2010 Vic Jones

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Love

This is another poem about love and lust...

Love
Or lust,
Eros is a meddler,
Convincing us that desire is love,
It is exciting when you look up,
And see that other person,
Who you desire,
Looking at you with desire,
Still lust is easy,
It happens all the time,
But love?
That takes time,
And work,
And well it really isn’t exciting,
It doesn’t stir the blood,
The way a fresh bout of lust does.
© 2010 Vic Jones

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Adult content notice

Adult content notice
Some of the people who visit here (though I don’t expect many do) may wonder why I’ve put up an adult content notice. I may never put up erotica or discussions of human sexuality but if I do I would not want someone to come here and not be warned.

Yes I know this limits my readership but I would rather forewarn people that it may happen than to surprise them.

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