The average Joe, Moe or Arroe on Halloween Day, not a race to place but a mid-fall nestle next to a different pace; never a need to liberate but an agreement to feed not the desire but willingness to paint without acrylic a single word or several haunted by the lack thereof.
To a writer…silence is the beast.
Assumption locks the passerby onto an street named “Easy to Bleed” when in fact the man, woman or child holding the writing instrument can’t explain the arrival of phrases sent through the veins of empty spaces; for it’s the eyes that convince the prints left by fingertips that the heart requires music but not what radio plays on dusty workdays when being set free would be the best way all too many sell out for.
The cavern’s cut from the soul of a thinker devours ink like BBQ sauce cuddles the ribs tickling your tummy on any given Sunday. To quickly wipe from sight hides the strength of what writers exchange for the opportunity is to do nothing more than bleed like raindrops parachuting from a cloudless sky yet it caught your wandering eye.
To choose to write is the core of my laughter.
Authors, lyricists, sports reporters and Presidential speech makers aren’t gifted with options; they do to do and when done some quickly run. To write is the only air you might get to tonight. To scribble like a child sometimes larger than hands on a clock doesn’t purify the reason but soothes the center of a region never spoke of because life on the outside never understands the presence of word shapes; until put in their language. To which I’ve never understood so I rely on proof readers to calmly invite the way of the poet to seek better ways to communicate.
If only you could see the way it was meant to be! Not really; too many have made up new names for me. Great friends believe my biggest faults are found in my writing because you can’t see the expressions that create wrinkles in my forehead while curving the tips of my cheeks resembling a middle aged smile from the heels of realism and not taught by radio program directors that preached, “It’s not what you say…it how you say it…” so I fake laugh a lot!
That’s my Halloween haunt! My laugh is no better than a beady eyed witches with a big hairy lazy faced werewolf that’s been redesigned by a Twilight writer to hate Vampires.
In Batman Jack Nicholson asked, “Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?”
He, she or “it” that swiped it from thin air while the ghost was looking elsewhere was honestly asking, “Have you ever found yourself in a horrifying situation when no one is around to assist?”
Completing a writing project! Ouch!
No doctor not even a brain surgeon will touch the gritty edges of where the writer has been.
It’s completely natural to want to hide!
Casting thoughts like stones skipping through the morning sunrise of an even flowing stream or lake is but the fantasy.
Writing as a profession, hobby, game or shape of communication makes funny waves inside invisible days for travelers commanding to be covered by fleece blankets that reached outward at Wal-Mart begging shoppers to take them home for a self deserved moment of aloneness.
Lost or disconnected isn’t any place, rhyme or reason for the reader to think the one sharing is in a safe place; even Darth Vader became weak. Obe One Kanobe sacrificed his journey for Luke to grow.
Artist Way author Julia Cameron was the first to speak directly to me about the middle of the night itch that couldn’t be scratched; the ill feeling of never reaching complete; the emptiness that Krispy Kreme’s could never fill or the horrid delivery of learning all that energy wasted was because being a perfectionist is the wizard holding the gun.
Julia didn’t pour great wisdom into a coffee cup or open a gate for enlightened feelers to skate across frozen empires offering tingles like a weekend beer buzz.
Julia wrote, “Forgive yourself.”
You have the right to write.
At no other time during the chapters of world history has writing been more accepted than during The Great Social Media Movement.
Halloween costumes will never change.
The end result of not writing is far greater the scare than something weird and freaky crazy out there.
The best part about writing every day is holding the keys to a vehicle called “Unknown.”
Not knowing what I’m going to write about doesn’t scare me nor do the images of a faces I’ll never meet. It’s not important during an age of big banking money, 3-D movies and a video game kingdom that teaches teens to kill on our streets then we spend the rest of lives denying it.
What matters is the mystery.
Julia talks about painting a room. Take not what you know but what you have and share it with someone whose choice was to stop in for a brief moment.
To my left is a painting of John Lennon and his creative connections; it’s natural to think, assume and pretend to properly put into place reasons for such a painting; it’s a radio station studio; having the Beatles present is expected. Until you look beyond the writer and take note; four separate paths that happened to make harmony. It teaches me to trust new ideas from outside sources. But to write that will earn me an email, “Thank you Casey Kasum!”
It’s Halloween! Face your beast!
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Happy! Have an incredible... What can we get away with?
Growing up in an open door Baptist Church in south central Montana came with only one rule: do everything you can to get people in the seats on Sunday. That meant wacky marketing! The most memorable was a goldfish eating peer pressure contest where the class leader vowed to down the innocent fins of a water creature if his class didn’t increase by ten by month’s end.
Being a lover of all living things including wild weeds that grow between the cracks in the driveway; little Arroe hit the road like a Girl Scout hawking cookies. I sold the message of that church before long haired ministering became cool. For it; the goldfish survived another eight years in the nice warm larger than life 50 gallon comforts of my stepfather’s living room.
I don’t think the church would survive the constant commands of today’s political correctness. Although Pastor White meant well…the healing methods of sharing the word would quickly come under attack by other makers of visions and decisions.
Which is why it’s so difficult to talk about Halloween, Christmas, July 4th and Columbus Day; in reality the Dude that guaranteed his queen something special didn’t discover anything! I did read that his shipmates carried with them several Chinese Crested dogs whose body temperature is always 104 degrees. But they ate them at the end of the journey. No wonder they earn ugliest dog of the year contests all the time! Humans won’t eat ugly things!
My neighbor Betty discovered a copperhead snake colony over the summer…I’m thinking she should get something for potentially saving the life of multiple dogs and cats that might have nosed their way into a situation they couldn’t get out of.
I find Christmas to be an incredible subject to discuss because I celebrate it every day. Yeah, now locate someone who thinks the same. Like birthdays…Native American studies showcase a day of celebration not for the one born on that day but for the mother who gave life to; which is why you always hear me say, “Call your mother!”
Halloween seems to be losing strength. Although adults party like rock stars those holding the reins of the future are kept in locked cars. The best part about being a kid was once a year we were given permission to stay up late while walking way, way, way outside the parental boarders of protection to collect candy from strangers.
What in God’s name were Mom and Dad thinking? It wasn’t a different world there was just less social media to get the word out.
I totally grasp the lawmaker’s introduction of making Halloween the final Saturday of every October; fewer drunk drivers and the economy is given one last push before the bigger more marketed holiday’s steal what little cash is left. Yet…October 31st is the Christmas of the sugar rush world. To take it away is like having to reinvent the classroom globe.
“Mrs. Smith what is the Soviet Union? Why does it say East Germany?”
How foolish of me to think this way—Google Map is always up to date you freak!
Attending public school it was never discussed why some did or didn’t or why others stayed away on Thanksgiving lunch day. I’d say a little prayer hoping all was ok. Today, I’d be tossed into the councilor’s office and reprimanded for publically bowing my head. No judgment! To get along is my song.
To be is to be to not to be doesn’t mean take someone on. Just be because being is what makes you unique. I feel sorry for the talking Elmo’s on the shelf at Wal-Mart; nobody wants to be the last one picked even if the red fur is a little green. It happens when you’re best friend is Kermit!
No matter what day you’ve decided to pull off a celebration this weekend; be it to spook or cheer on the Carolina Panthers…if there’s one thing we’ve learned from college sports fans Ohio State and the Florida Gators might seem like bitter creatures on the open fields of play but in the end we’re still part of this thing called the U.S.A.
Now I’ve offended blog readers in Canada and Latvia! My South Korean collectors of thought are tossing their Ipads in the trash. How dare I do that to passers of time in India, Slovenia, the Netherlands, Russia, Germany and according to the latest stats 260 Denmark-ian’s. Is that a word? If you’re from North or South Carolina you’re Carolinians but being from Montana they’d trip me in the mall for saying Montanian.
Happy! Day! Goooooooo world!
Wow! If I had bigger teeth you’d think I was the perfectly pitched up positively driven lost brother of the Osmond family.
Ho hum…Merry Halloween everyone!
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Being a lover of all living things including wild weeds that grow between the cracks in the driveway; little Arroe hit the road like a Girl Scout hawking cookies. I sold the message of that church before long haired ministering became cool. For it; the goldfish survived another eight years in the nice warm larger than life 50 gallon comforts of my stepfather’s living room.
I don’t think the church would survive the constant commands of today’s political correctness. Although Pastor White meant well…the healing methods of sharing the word would quickly come under attack by other makers of visions and decisions.
Which is why it’s so difficult to talk about Halloween, Christmas, July 4th and Columbus Day; in reality the Dude that guaranteed his queen something special didn’t discover anything! I did read that his shipmates carried with them several Chinese Crested dogs whose body temperature is always 104 degrees. But they ate them at the end of the journey. No wonder they earn ugliest dog of the year contests all the time! Humans won’t eat ugly things!
My neighbor Betty discovered a copperhead snake colony over the summer…I’m thinking she should get something for potentially saving the life of multiple dogs and cats that might have nosed their way into a situation they couldn’t get out of.
I find Christmas to be an incredible subject to discuss because I celebrate it every day. Yeah, now locate someone who thinks the same. Like birthdays…Native American studies showcase a day of celebration not for the one born on that day but for the mother who gave life to; which is why you always hear me say, “Call your mother!”
Halloween seems to be losing strength. Although adults party like rock stars those holding the reins of the future are kept in locked cars. The best part about being a kid was once a year we were given permission to stay up late while walking way, way, way outside the parental boarders of protection to collect candy from strangers.
What in God’s name were Mom and Dad thinking? It wasn’t a different world there was just less social media to get the word out.
I totally grasp the lawmaker’s introduction of making Halloween the final Saturday of every October; fewer drunk drivers and the economy is given one last push before the bigger more marketed holiday’s steal what little cash is left. Yet…October 31st is the Christmas of the sugar rush world. To take it away is like having to reinvent the classroom globe.
“Mrs. Smith what is the Soviet Union? Why does it say East Germany?”
How foolish of me to think this way—Google Map is always up to date you freak!
Attending public school it was never discussed why some did or didn’t or why others stayed away on Thanksgiving lunch day. I’d say a little prayer hoping all was ok. Today, I’d be tossed into the councilor’s office and reprimanded for publically bowing my head. No judgment! To get along is my song.
To be is to be to not to be doesn’t mean take someone on. Just be because being is what makes you unique. I feel sorry for the talking Elmo’s on the shelf at Wal-Mart; nobody wants to be the last one picked even if the red fur is a little green. It happens when you’re best friend is Kermit!
No matter what day you’ve decided to pull off a celebration this weekend; be it to spook or cheer on the Carolina Panthers…if there’s one thing we’ve learned from college sports fans Ohio State and the Florida Gators might seem like bitter creatures on the open fields of play but in the end we’re still part of this thing called the U.S.A.
Now I’ve offended blog readers in Canada and Latvia! My South Korean collectors of thought are tossing their Ipads in the trash. How dare I do that to passers of time in India, Slovenia, the Netherlands, Russia, Germany and according to the latest stats 260 Denmark-ian’s. Is that a word? If you’re from North or South Carolina you’re Carolinians but being from Montana they’d trip me in the mall for saying Montanian.
Happy! Day! Goooooooo world!
Wow! If I had bigger teeth you’d think I was the perfectly pitched up positively driven lost brother of the Osmond family.
Ho hum…Merry Halloween everyone!
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Thursday, October 27, 2011
If today ended up being....
Is author Seth Godin on to something?
The world’s lingering bad economic conditions could be an addiction to “thinking” things are going to return to normal.
Godin points to a one time monster sized music industry that’s totally ignoring Itunes, MP3 players and smart phones connected to I Heart Radio; writers, producers and masters of marketing are convinced that compact discs are the money maker.
Microsoft was said, “Google isn’t a real company. It’s a house of cards.”
I downloaded a video of Sean Lennon occupying Wall Street…the Rollingstone Magazine description clearly stated John Lennon’s son was going to sing Madonna’s Material Girl. What viewers got was a behind the scenes view of the occupation that looked more like a wedding than a demonstration. The speaker would blurt out five words, the crowd would repeat him. Another five words, the crowd repeated. Wait! Another five words…here come the same words.
By the time I reached Sean Lennon singing Material Girl the payoff was a famous man’s son singing the hook over and over kind of like John doing, “All we are saying is give peace a chance.”
“Living in a martial world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world…”
Please write to me when you’ve been moved to do something about our future.
“Living in a martial world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world…”
Are we addicted to thinking that things will return to normal?
What is normal? I was a newlywed during Ronald Reagan’s bout with bad economic luck. Normal was being able to afford Kraft Macaroni and Cheese versus generic. Normal in 2011 is returning to an overpriced market where bowling in uptown
Charlotte is $50 an hour. Normal is the divorce rate hitting 52%. Normal is KFC returning to Kentucky Fried Chicken only introduce a new dish blessed with fried chicken, steaming hot mashed potatoes and bacon chunks on top.
Seriously? Do we truly want to go backwards to locate what drove us to the party? If we go back there’s not enough noise in the world to convince Wal-Mart not to take over.
If we’re going back to find happiness we might as well wake up the Bee Gee’s and do Disco again. Call up Harrison Ford and put him in the front seat of American Graffiti. George Lucas who? Monica did what? Not on my President’s dime!
I get it! But let’s not reinvent it. The age of growing forward is what shapes our roots that run deep. This year for Christmas why can’t we just be happy about having each other? Talk about an incredible inactive game! I ask a question and you respond. I throw a ball and you catch it. Who invented this game?
When the body comes under attack from the flu or a bad cold the last thing I’m reaching for are the moments before the system was weakened. I stopped drinking in my teens not because it was an illegal buzz but the hangovers kept me from discovering new beginnings.
I love the idea that hundreds of thousands are protesting around the world against big business but what’s the point if you have no listeners? CEO’s, GM’s and coworker Eddie the butt kisser are focused on tomorrow.
Pictures from a past last forever because the future holds no truth until after it’s happened.
If you truly are disgusted with the way big business America has failed its nation of worker bees the one voice you have that can be louder than protesters on Wall Street are the vocals inside your heart. When you regain control of the life you want to life…never treat people the way you were. Be fair. Be loyal. Be dedicated, determined and for the love of God have some integrity.
Now go out there and score me a point, maybe two, ten or twelve. Win this ballgame with class! We are America! We love the bright colors that shine red white and blue! We succeed in areas other nations become weak! We love burgers! We can’t get enough of Super Bowl Sunday! Christmas is every day! Being on this soil is the greatest gift you’ll ever be handed! So stand up and believe in the threads that hold your family photo album together. There’s more incredible memories to make and it requires your participation!
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
The world’s lingering bad economic conditions could be an addiction to “thinking” things are going to return to normal.
Godin points to a one time monster sized music industry that’s totally ignoring Itunes, MP3 players and smart phones connected to I Heart Radio; writers, producers and masters of marketing are convinced that compact discs are the money maker.
Microsoft was said, “Google isn’t a real company. It’s a house of cards.”
I downloaded a video of Sean Lennon occupying Wall Street…the Rollingstone Magazine description clearly stated John Lennon’s son was going to sing Madonna’s Material Girl. What viewers got was a behind the scenes view of the occupation that looked more like a wedding than a demonstration. The speaker would blurt out five words, the crowd would repeat him. Another five words, the crowd repeated. Wait! Another five words…here come the same words.
By the time I reached Sean Lennon singing Material Girl the payoff was a famous man’s son singing the hook over and over kind of like John doing, “All we are saying is give peace a chance.”
“Living in a martial world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world…”
Please write to me when you’ve been moved to do something about our future.
“Living in a martial world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world, living in a material world…”
Are we addicted to thinking that things will return to normal?
What is normal? I was a newlywed during Ronald Reagan’s bout with bad economic luck. Normal was being able to afford Kraft Macaroni and Cheese versus generic. Normal in 2011 is returning to an overpriced market where bowling in uptown
Charlotte is $50 an hour. Normal is the divorce rate hitting 52%. Normal is KFC returning to Kentucky Fried Chicken only introduce a new dish blessed with fried chicken, steaming hot mashed potatoes and bacon chunks on top.
Seriously? Do we truly want to go backwards to locate what drove us to the party? If we go back there’s not enough noise in the world to convince Wal-Mart not to take over.
If we’re going back to find happiness we might as well wake up the Bee Gee’s and do Disco again. Call up Harrison Ford and put him in the front seat of American Graffiti. George Lucas who? Monica did what? Not on my President’s dime!
I get it! But let’s not reinvent it. The age of growing forward is what shapes our roots that run deep. This year for Christmas why can’t we just be happy about having each other? Talk about an incredible inactive game! I ask a question and you respond. I throw a ball and you catch it. Who invented this game?
When the body comes under attack from the flu or a bad cold the last thing I’m reaching for are the moments before the system was weakened. I stopped drinking in my teens not because it was an illegal buzz but the hangovers kept me from discovering new beginnings.
I love the idea that hundreds of thousands are protesting around the world against big business but what’s the point if you have no listeners? CEO’s, GM’s and coworker Eddie the butt kisser are focused on tomorrow.
Pictures from a past last forever because the future holds no truth until after it’s happened.
If you truly are disgusted with the way big business America has failed its nation of worker bees the one voice you have that can be louder than protesters on Wall Street are the vocals inside your heart. When you regain control of the life you want to life…never treat people the way you were. Be fair. Be loyal. Be dedicated, determined and for the love of God have some integrity.
Now go out there and score me a point, maybe two, ten or twelve. Win this ballgame with class! We are America! We love the bright colors that shine red white and blue! We succeed in areas other nations become weak! We love burgers! We can’t get enough of Super Bowl Sunday! Christmas is every day! Being on this soil is the greatest gift you’ll ever be handed! So stand up and believe in the threads that hold your family photo album together. There’s more incredible memories to make and it requires your participation!
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Hahahaha laughing at you until numb.
Difficult to digest are the number of years that have passed since taking my final step out of high school; yet I still hear my mother’s strong voice clearing the path of debris brought on by a fear of tests, unexplained shyness, a lack of interest in science and every other excuse used to keep from pulling my feet from beneath those warm Montana covers.
“It’s 7:30!”
I honestly believe I went to school so I wouldn’t hear my Mom’s out of tune vocal range. Why else would I set the alarm clock today and consistently beat it up before it blares its ear shattering zip, zing and pow into the arrival of a new sun?
I’m not bragging but having perfect attendance from the sixth grade to the eleventh was an accomplishment that continues to control the journey toward the horizon. Because of my mother’s passion to guarantee her children an education…the remnants of her values have poured onto the floor of every personality I’ve become thirty one year’s deeper into the chapters.
She didn’t accept excuses. Nor do I, which is why it’s extremely difficult to support the protesting voices attempting to land a giant dent or ding in big business on Wall Street.
There are two sides of the fence; corporate mistreatment is accepted behavior. Why is anyone shocked? Have you read Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee?
Standing on street corners fighting the system is what kids do when deciding that today is the moment when going to school is the last opportunity requiring a need to be achieved.
The people on Wall Street aren’t representing anyone but themselves. Being an exempt employee isn’t a freedom or luxury to have insurance but every reason to use what little the company is willing to hand out because you’re going to get sick; some days worse but look who still shows up in the trenches.
Teddy Roosevelt once said, “People are always neglecting something they can do and trying to do something they can’t do.”
Rollingstone Magazine clearly prints out the five areas that would get the attention of big business and none of it includes standing on corners chanting like a Chicago Cubs fan hoping to win a world series. The magazine is truthful when exposing a need to hit big business where it counts…in the pocket.
This might be the reason why the Saturday after Thanksgiving November 26th has been officially declared by our United States lawmakers as being National Small Business Day. It’s been designed to convince consumers to buy small, buy local and make our economy work.
I sat up proud and began to cheer like a wild monkey at the city zoo located somewhere other than Ohio! Then I realized National Small Business Day is sponsored by this country’s largest big business corporations.
Seriously?
Ok Wall Street protestors…the ball is in your court!
Convince this country not to wait until Saturday the 26th of November to buy small business goods. Hit Corporate America in the gut on Black Friday!
Ken Keys believes, “To be upset over what you don’t have is to waste what you do have.”
Big business has connected this generation to unheard of amounts of technology carefully crafted to make life easier. We’ve traveled farther in the past one hundred years than any other time in history.
To attain simplicity and share it!
Now we’ve chosen to lie in bed and complain about having to wake up and go to school.
Henri Frederic said, “Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was among the things only hoped for.”
I love the idea that thousands of voices are beginning to be heard inside the makings of our government controlled environment. Having the freedom to speak out is a privilege put into play by every man and woman that’s dedicated their life to protecting our United States constitution.
But wouldn’t the true protest be to stop buying big business so they’ll quit financing politicians running for office in November? Your freedom of speech comes with no power inside a business world where you’re told what to say, do and how to react and if someone from the media approaches you the only answer shared is no comment.
Billions will be spent to convince you how to vote. Was your vote heard during the primaries? Yeah that soccer game did seem a little more important. I know, 50% off at the mall won over the popular vote. Is it possible that those making laws closely work with big business owners to divert your attention? Billions are spent to take your mind off the game.
Who’s running against Mayor Fox in Charlotte?
I’m out of bed and this new day has begun! I write to not to right but give you something to think about during days when everything you own is nothing.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
“It’s 7:30!”
I honestly believe I went to school so I wouldn’t hear my Mom’s out of tune vocal range. Why else would I set the alarm clock today and consistently beat it up before it blares its ear shattering zip, zing and pow into the arrival of a new sun?
I’m not bragging but having perfect attendance from the sixth grade to the eleventh was an accomplishment that continues to control the journey toward the horizon. Because of my mother’s passion to guarantee her children an education…the remnants of her values have poured onto the floor of every personality I’ve become thirty one year’s deeper into the chapters.
She didn’t accept excuses. Nor do I, which is why it’s extremely difficult to support the protesting voices attempting to land a giant dent or ding in big business on Wall Street.
There are two sides of the fence; corporate mistreatment is accepted behavior. Why is anyone shocked? Have you read Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee?
Standing on street corners fighting the system is what kids do when deciding that today is the moment when going to school is the last opportunity requiring a need to be achieved.
The people on Wall Street aren’t representing anyone but themselves. Being an exempt employee isn’t a freedom or luxury to have insurance but every reason to use what little the company is willing to hand out because you’re going to get sick; some days worse but look who still shows up in the trenches.
Teddy Roosevelt once said, “People are always neglecting something they can do and trying to do something they can’t do.”
Rollingstone Magazine clearly prints out the five areas that would get the attention of big business and none of it includes standing on corners chanting like a Chicago Cubs fan hoping to win a world series. The magazine is truthful when exposing a need to hit big business where it counts…in the pocket.
This might be the reason why the Saturday after Thanksgiving November 26th has been officially declared by our United States lawmakers as being National Small Business Day. It’s been designed to convince consumers to buy small, buy local and make our economy work.
I sat up proud and began to cheer like a wild monkey at the city zoo located somewhere other than Ohio! Then I realized National Small Business Day is sponsored by this country’s largest big business corporations.
Seriously?
Ok Wall Street protestors…the ball is in your court!
Convince this country not to wait until Saturday the 26th of November to buy small business goods. Hit Corporate America in the gut on Black Friday!
Ken Keys believes, “To be upset over what you don’t have is to waste what you do have.”
Big business has connected this generation to unheard of amounts of technology carefully crafted to make life easier. We’ve traveled farther in the past one hundred years than any other time in history.
To attain simplicity and share it!
Now we’ve chosen to lie in bed and complain about having to wake up and go to school.
Henri Frederic said, “Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was among the things only hoped for.”
I love the idea that thousands of voices are beginning to be heard inside the makings of our government controlled environment. Having the freedom to speak out is a privilege put into play by every man and woman that’s dedicated their life to protecting our United States constitution.
But wouldn’t the true protest be to stop buying big business so they’ll quit financing politicians running for office in November? Your freedom of speech comes with no power inside a business world where you’re told what to say, do and how to react and if someone from the media approaches you the only answer shared is no comment.
Billions will be spent to convince you how to vote. Was your vote heard during the primaries? Yeah that soccer game did seem a little more important. I know, 50% off at the mall won over the popular vote. Is it possible that those making laws closely work with big business owners to divert your attention? Billions are spent to take your mind off the game.
Who’s running against Mayor Fox in Charlotte?
I’m out of bed and this new day has begun! I write to not to right but give you something to think about during days when everything you own is nothing.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, October 24, 2011
Your boss pays the bills ultimately you pay the price...
Losing weight has always been a private issue. I’m easily embarrassed and feel incredibly uncomfortable. Compliments fall short of reaching my ears because I don’t know how to say, “Thank you,”
I feel as if I owe them a compliment back, “Um, the colorful fall leaves in the trees dance like angels kissing the horizons summer’s edge.”
I fall tremendously short by shifting the attention off me, “Maybe it’s you that’s losing weight and you’re seeing something new in everyone you meet.”
Is it selfish to wonder where they were when the last hole on the large leather belt was barely reached?
The number one reason why I’ll never be a true on-air radio talent is because I refuse to promote weight loss or fat reduction products.
Somewhere in the center of the message I’d pop on the guilt trip, “Are you doing sit ups? When was the last time you took on your heart and gave it room to live? While visiting the gym are you lost on the same treadmill speed as yesterday or have you challenged your legs to stop walking like a second grader?”
My first wife was horribly addicted to the concept of losing weight by way of shoving manmade products down her throat. I swam in daily nightmares watching as she destroyed a natural life.
I saw Jane Fonda so many times in my living room that as an on-air radio station prank I physically wrote a letter to her workout company asking that she pay part of the rent. They replied, “Thank you for being so incredibly loyal to our product. Don’t forget to share it with a neighbor!”
My friend Todd is a weight loss preacher. He’s dedicated his life to the value of helping hundreds set themselves free while building a better mind, body and soul without a single pill falling from his pocket. The foundation that which we all carry is no different than the engines that take us to and from work each morning. Ignore the oil and antifreeze and this winter something isn’t going to crank.
I won’t shove good health onto your daily diet. Winning is a choice and ultimately that decision must come from the core of your purpose for being.
I do plant seeds. They’re mental boogers for the mind to pick as a way to remind you to do butt crunches while sitting in a chair at work. Feel stress? Find a place to gift your thoughts with a set of ten sit ups, a round of pushups, squats or speedy walk around the building.
The dailychallenge.com believes no workday should go without personally designing a perimeter then walk it.
Right away the shy side of my multiple personalities begins to act up like a kid doped up on sugar, “You’ll never catch me in an act of regaining control of the limits of weight.” The choice is to run and hide. Once solitude is met; the journey begins.
Dailychallenge.com believes such perimeters are needed to lower blood pressure, improve moods while decreasing waistlines. Picking a perimeter adds variety because it motives the human desire to constantly discover new things.
Author Julia Cameron from Artist Way fame clearly paints the trail of a daily delivery to always include a short stroll because
it’s amazing what’s waiting for you outside those office windows.
Yesterday morning I felt the need to walk outside to the forest that surrounds my home only to instantly take note of a six point white tail buck staring at me. Without going all out totem on you…let’s just say it was the human ego that elected to leave the animal kingdom and through patience and a willingness to walk you’ll learn the wildly shaped and vividly colored eyes of a passerby has a lot more to say to you than smartphones, IPads and your neighbor Kevin whose impatiently waiting for the Panther’s to hit the football field.
Although I’ve guaranteed my dreams to stop chasing the color of a martial arts belt…the black belt path refuses to stop whispering. To hold true to this 2,000 year old lesson a third degree can’t be attained unless there is to be 10,000 sit ups inside a ten week period; 10,000 pushups, run 105 miles, fight 210 ninety second sparring rounds, perform 10,500 basic kicks and do each Tae Kwon Do form 1,500 times.
Martial arts is like radio…no moment passes that you don’t meet someone that’s done one or the other in college, high school or because there was nothing better to do. Sadly, both are taught by too many that think they know the truth.
I haven’t lost weight. I’ve gained knowledge.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
I feel as if I owe them a compliment back, “Um, the colorful fall leaves in the trees dance like angels kissing the horizons summer’s edge.”
I fall tremendously short by shifting the attention off me, “Maybe it’s you that’s losing weight and you’re seeing something new in everyone you meet.”
Is it selfish to wonder where they were when the last hole on the large leather belt was barely reached?
The number one reason why I’ll never be a true on-air radio talent is because I refuse to promote weight loss or fat reduction products.
Somewhere in the center of the message I’d pop on the guilt trip, “Are you doing sit ups? When was the last time you took on your heart and gave it room to live? While visiting the gym are you lost on the same treadmill speed as yesterday or have you challenged your legs to stop walking like a second grader?”
My first wife was horribly addicted to the concept of losing weight by way of shoving manmade products down her throat. I swam in daily nightmares watching as she destroyed a natural life.
I saw Jane Fonda so many times in my living room that as an on-air radio station prank I physically wrote a letter to her workout company asking that she pay part of the rent. They replied, “Thank you for being so incredibly loyal to our product. Don’t forget to share it with a neighbor!”
My friend Todd is a weight loss preacher. He’s dedicated his life to the value of helping hundreds set themselves free while building a better mind, body and soul without a single pill falling from his pocket. The foundation that which we all carry is no different than the engines that take us to and from work each morning. Ignore the oil and antifreeze and this winter something isn’t going to crank.
I won’t shove good health onto your daily diet. Winning is a choice and ultimately that decision must come from the core of your purpose for being.
I do plant seeds. They’re mental boogers for the mind to pick as a way to remind you to do butt crunches while sitting in a chair at work. Feel stress? Find a place to gift your thoughts with a set of ten sit ups, a round of pushups, squats or speedy walk around the building.
The dailychallenge.com believes no workday should go without personally designing a perimeter then walk it.
Right away the shy side of my multiple personalities begins to act up like a kid doped up on sugar, “You’ll never catch me in an act of regaining control of the limits of weight.” The choice is to run and hide. Once solitude is met; the journey begins.
Dailychallenge.com believes such perimeters are needed to lower blood pressure, improve moods while decreasing waistlines. Picking a perimeter adds variety because it motives the human desire to constantly discover new things.
Author Julia Cameron from Artist Way fame clearly paints the trail of a daily delivery to always include a short stroll because
it’s amazing what’s waiting for you outside those office windows.
Yesterday morning I felt the need to walk outside to the forest that surrounds my home only to instantly take note of a six point white tail buck staring at me. Without going all out totem on you…let’s just say it was the human ego that elected to leave the animal kingdom and through patience and a willingness to walk you’ll learn the wildly shaped and vividly colored eyes of a passerby has a lot more to say to you than smartphones, IPads and your neighbor Kevin whose impatiently waiting for the Panther’s to hit the football field.
Although I’ve guaranteed my dreams to stop chasing the color of a martial arts belt…the black belt path refuses to stop whispering. To hold true to this 2,000 year old lesson a third degree can’t be attained unless there is to be 10,000 sit ups inside a ten week period; 10,000 pushups, run 105 miles, fight 210 ninety second sparring rounds, perform 10,500 basic kicks and do each Tae Kwon Do form 1,500 times.
Martial arts is like radio…no moment passes that you don’t meet someone that’s done one or the other in college, high school or because there was nothing better to do. Sadly, both are taught by too many that think they know the truth.
I haven’t lost weight. I’ve gained knowledge.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Thursday, October 20, 2011
To do or not to do or just give up and not move...
Actor/ Comedian Tim Allen is pulling off what Reality TV killed off on ABC. His new thirty minute sitcom Last Man Standing has latched on to 19 million new viewers.
You’d think getting back on the tube would be easy; after all Tim the Tool Man Taylor on Home Improvement became a household institution. ABC is owned by Disney; Mickey’s parent company captivated every age group with Toy Story’s one through a billion.
Welcome back or where the hell have you been?
If you’ve caught his most recent interviews he wastes no time talking about the struggle to climb back on the horse. Rather than fight it, it became his daily duty to shove acting aside.
If you stand still too long the world passes you by.
Julia Carney has a great quote, “I’m still not where I want to be but I’m not where I once was.”
I meet future Broadcaster’s everyday that want to replace Ace and TJ and John Boy and Billy tomorrow. Not three to six years. They’ve convinced themselves that this is a make it or break it moment and its all out gusto or its back to retail and Taco Bell they go.
Famed motivational speaker Dale Carnegie reminds us, “Don’t be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are the small jobs. Everything you conquer makes you stronger. If you do the little job well the bigger expectation will take care of itself.”
How many people do you meet on a weekly basis whose focus is on success and nothing less? Be it the top seller, greatest driver in the delivery department, the biggest muscles to lift the giant trash barrels to the fastest on the phones to convince donations to increase for your non-profit organization? It’s completely natural to be the over achiever and the under-deliverer. It’s another great moment in humbled sports history!
Helen Keller said, “I long to accomplish a great and noble task but it will be my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.”
Tim Allen is one of very few Hollywood actors that can say, “I was Santa Claus!”
Yet in his interviews he still comes across that he’s totally missed the ship on accepting personal success. In some people’s lives Buzz Lightyear is mightier than Superman. I better stop; look what happened to John Lennon when he casually told reporters about how the Beatles were more popular than the creator of Christmas.
Edmund Burke writes, “Nobody makes the greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could only do a little.”
Might that be the reason why the lads and lassies after Gen-X have bluntly been accused of being the laziest collection of future leaders born this side of the year zero? What makes that statement powerful is intern Chris from Western Carolina who says, “It’s sad but true!”
How can we fix it? Is it even broken?
David Storey might paint a different picture; the new generation might not be lazy after all, but rather best represent what happens to a growing imagination when there’s no confidence.
Seized from your grips from the overbearing decision makers of constantly growing companies has been the single most potent energy given to the human race…confidence. When you have it there’s always going to be success. When you are paid very little, given horrid insurance, teamed up with office leaders that micro manage you, the janitor and every ant and cricket that sneak in through the back door…the end result is going to be an extremely weak next generation.
If you aren’t confident you can’t teach someone to lead. If you don’t hold the reins of where you want to grow…why should there be a reason to try? If this is where the boss wants me to sit, I hope my butt doesn’t fall asleep because it’s gonna be tough to walk when I find the time to pick my dreams back up and start walking again.
Tim Allen is moving again. His eyes and voice tell a different tale. How dare a bigger than life Hollywood actor make his way back to ABC? It’s like taking twenty three steps backwards and in America we can’t seem to find a reason to invest in this policy so we stay unemployed even after the checks from the government stop coming in. Our only voice is to create protest groups that march on Wall Street.
It’s an extremely small start and should be looked upon as being a brilliant display of your freedom to speak. Dante Alighieri couldn’t have said it better when softly chanting, “From a little spark may burst a mighty flame.”
A great book to read is Believe You Can from John Mason. It truly is the fuel required to reignite the little engine that could.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
You’d think getting back on the tube would be easy; after all Tim the Tool Man Taylor on Home Improvement became a household institution. ABC is owned by Disney; Mickey’s parent company captivated every age group with Toy Story’s one through a billion.
Welcome back or where the hell have you been?
If you’ve caught his most recent interviews he wastes no time talking about the struggle to climb back on the horse. Rather than fight it, it became his daily duty to shove acting aside.
If you stand still too long the world passes you by.
Julia Carney has a great quote, “I’m still not where I want to be but I’m not where I once was.”
I meet future Broadcaster’s everyday that want to replace Ace and TJ and John Boy and Billy tomorrow. Not three to six years. They’ve convinced themselves that this is a make it or break it moment and its all out gusto or its back to retail and Taco Bell they go.
Famed motivational speaker Dale Carnegie reminds us, “Don’t be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are the small jobs. Everything you conquer makes you stronger. If you do the little job well the bigger expectation will take care of itself.”
How many people do you meet on a weekly basis whose focus is on success and nothing less? Be it the top seller, greatest driver in the delivery department, the biggest muscles to lift the giant trash barrels to the fastest on the phones to convince donations to increase for your non-profit organization? It’s completely natural to be the over achiever and the under-deliverer. It’s another great moment in humbled sports history!
Helen Keller said, “I long to accomplish a great and noble task but it will be my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.”
Tim Allen is one of very few Hollywood actors that can say, “I was Santa Claus!”
Yet in his interviews he still comes across that he’s totally missed the ship on accepting personal success. In some people’s lives Buzz Lightyear is mightier than Superman. I better stop; look what happened to John Lennon when he casually told reporters about how the Beatles were more popular than the creator of Christmas.
Edmund Burke writes, “Nobody makes the greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could only do a little.”
Might that be the reason why the lads and lassies after Gen-X have bluntly been accused of being the laziest collection of future leaders born this side of the year zero? What makes that statement powerful is intern Chris from Western Carolina who says, “It’s sad but true!”
How can we fix it? Is it even broken?
David Storey might paint a different picture; the new generation might not be lazy after all, but rather best represent what happens to a growing imagination when there’s no confidence.
Seized from your grips from the overbearing decision makers of constantly growing companies has been the single most potent energy given to the human race…confidence. When you have it there’s always going to be success. When you are paid very little, given horrid insurance, teamed up with office leaders that micro manage you, the janitor and every ant and cricket that sneak in through the back door…the end result is going to be an extremely weak next generation.
If you aren’t confident you can’t teach someone to lead. If you don’t hold the reins of where you want to grow…why should there be a reason to try? If this is where the boss wants me to sit, I hope my butt doesn’t fall asleep because it’s gonna be tough to walk when I find the time to pick my dreams back up and start walking again.
Tim Allen is moving again. His eyes and voice tell a different tale. How dare a bigger than life Hollywood actor make his way back to ABC? It’s like taking twenty three steps backwards and in America we can’t seem to find a reason to invest in this policy so we stay unemployed even after the checks from the government stop coming in. Our only voice is to create protest groups that march on Wall Street.
It’s an extremely small start and should be looked upon as being a brilliant display of your freedom to speak. Dante Alighieri couldn’t have said it better when softly chanting, “From a little spark may burst a mighty flame.”
A great book to read is Believe You Can from John Mason. It truly is the fuel required to reignite the little engine that could.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Step up to the microphone and own the show...
Wow! They play rough at the top of the pyramid!
It’s completely politically in-correct to put faith in Winston Churchill’s quote, “Responsibility is the price of greatness.”
Within these modern ways forget Margaret Thatcher’s thunderous way, “If you want to cut your own throat don’t come to me for a bandage.”
How about Goethe, “Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.”
According to martial arts Master Richard Andrew King if there are fingers to be pointed the act of doing so is degrading to all of us because it speaks directly to our lack of character.
Hit any newspaper or entertainment magazine website and it’s all spelled out: non-accountability has spread like wildfire in our culture.
Master King believes such actions have destroyed the nobility of man. We’ve lost the answer to this extremely simple question: What’s more important one’s character or one’s feelings?
Drug addiction, a passion for fruits turned into wine, overweight, heart disease…for those who don’t believe in evolution the proof is in the pudding! We’ve evolved into a nation of finger pointers. Who needs the other three when texting and accusing requires only one dangly thingy?
Master King believes its time grownup’s own up. At his school of Karate if a student is injured; it’s their fault. If the choice is to engage then you’ve made a decision to accept responsibility.
Is it tough love to own up?
If the best investment is to sink energy into self worth and dignity then owning up would be the best lesson learned correct? Who’s doing the teaching? To lead requires responsibility. To be responsible takes on the shape of being held accountable. 98% of my daily readers have already bolted from this website. Why are you still here?
Wait! Come back! We’ll talk about my stepfather Joe whopping me upside the think maker, “If you’re going to use that mouth in ways that upset people I’m only demonstrating what someone might do when you aren’t under my roof.”
If I were to ask him about it today he wouldn’t deny it took place. He’s got no problem owning up.
Which brings me to the protestors on Wall Street that continue to feel a need to barely be heard about Corporate America’s brutal treatment of this nation’s most creative generation. Gosh…you accepted the job. The snake you picked up was a rattler…um they bite and so does landing a great job. It comes with a price and now you want to protest it?
If enough hard working skill minded performers gather to build a product better than the trash Wal-Mart sells daily…that’s how you put a dent in the side of the big guy’s engine. Not with complaints and finger points. Just good old fashioned quality driven products.
I once got a swat from the Dean of Boys for starting at food fight at Riverside Jr High. Once my a** was set on fire I didn’t stand up accusing the decision maker of abusing my rights to speak freely with bad behavior. I remember standing at his desk and calmly whimpering, “I accept responsibility for the actions that took place.”
When you get bad ratings in radio…please stop blaming Lady Gaga, burned out Lionel Richie and a new group called Boone Doggie Fo Fo and take a look at your performance between the tracks. Oh wait…barely 1% of those in radio volunteer to do community involvement projects and yet the FCC requires that all broadcast outlets serve their local community or there can’t be a license renewal.
Martin Sheen accepted responsibility for Charlie’s crazy antics. Although it wasn’t his fault he and his son Emilio vividly pointed out, “All families have troubles and together we’re working our way through this.”
Grownup’s own up…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
It’s completely politically in-correct to put faith in Winston Churchill’s quote, “Responsibility is the price of greatness.”
Within these modern ways forget Margaret Thatcher’s thunderous way, “If you want to cut your own throat don’t come to me for a bandage.”
How about Goethe, “Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.”
According to martial arts Master Richard Andrew King if there are fingers to be pointed the act of doing so is degrading to all of us because it speaks directly to our lack of character.
Hit any newspaper or entertainment magazine website and it’s all spelled out: non-accountability has spread like wildfire in our culture.
Master King believes such actions have destroyed the nobility of man. We’ve lost the answer to this extremely simple question: What’s more important one’s character or one’s feelings?
Drug addiction, a passion for fruits turned into wine, overweight, heart disease…for those who don’t believe in evolution the proof is in the pudding! We’ve evolved into a nation of finger pointers. Who needs the other three when texting and accusing requires only one dangly thingy?
Master King believes its time grownup’s own up. At his school of Karate if a student is injured; it’s their fault. If the choice is to engage then you’ve made a decision to accept responsibility.
Is it tough love to own up?
If the best investment is to sink energy into self worth and dignity then owning up would be the best lesson learned correct? Who’s doing the teaching? To lead requires responsibility. To be responsible takes on the shape of being held accountable. 98% of my daily readers have already bolted from this website. Why are you still here?
Wait! Come back! We’ll talk about my stepfather Joe whopping me upside the think maker, “If you’re going to use that mouth in ways that upset people I’m only demonstrating what someone might do when you aren’t under my roof.”
If I were to ask him about it today he wouldn’t deny it took place. He’s got no problem owning up.
Which brings me to the protestors on Wall Street that continue to feel a need to barely be heard about Corporate America’s brutal treatment of this nation’s most creative generation. Gosh…you accepted the job. The snake you picked up was a rattler…um they bite and so does landing a great job. It comes with a price and now you want to protest it?
If enough hard working skill minded performers gather to build a product better than the trash Wal-Mart sells daily…that’s how you put a dent in the side of the big guy’s engine. Not with complaints and finger points. Just good old fashioned quality driven products.
I once got a swat from the Dean of Boys for starting at food fight at Riverside Jr High. Once my a** was set on fire I didn’t stand up accusing the decision maker of abusing my rights to speak freely with bad behavior. I remember standing at his desk and calmly whimpering, “I accept responsibility for the actions that took place.”
When you get bad ratings in radio…please stop blaming Lady Gaga, burned out Lionel Richie and a new group called Boone Doggie Fo Fo and take a look at your performance between the tracks. Oh wait…barely 1% of those in radio volunteer to do community involvement projects and yet the FCC requires that all broadcast outlets serve their local community or there can’t be a license renewal.
Martin Sheen accepted responsibility for Charlie’s crazy antics. Although it wasn’t his fault he and his son Emilio vividly pointed out, “All families have troubles and together we’re working our way through this.”
Grownup’s own up…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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