There's too much passing in professional football
fiction
edward w pritchard
There's too much passing in professional football. Too much passing in football is caused by the desire by everyone for instant gratification of all their needs. Instant gratification causes the slow demise of the school systems which keeps the young from being properly educated. Lack of education is causing politicians to be selfish and not altruistic and greedy and dishonest. Poor performance by politicians screws up the economy. A screwed up economy makes people cash poor and poor people can't afford tickets to professional football games.
In time the system is self correcting. Until then maybe women quarterbacks, it's indisputable that women can't throw a football as far as men; all other things being equal.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
the realist
the realist
fiction
edward w pritchard
Shoulders bent from carrying their invisible burden their eyes do not gaze to the skies. There the moon and sun are just rock and fire.
Children die, friends vanish and cities disappear occasionally. It means nothing, these things just happen, accept it and move on. Its all just random, calculate-able given interest, time and a profit motive for motivation. Pets are just animals and people just eat and digest matter and decompose.
Time marches on, however the realist has never contemplated if time is real itself. However real or not time mows all down. God, he a figment of our imagination or is it us of his? No matter. It will all be over soon, try not to suffer; that's just an illusion caused by misunderstanding.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Shoulders bent from carrying their invisible burden their eyes do not gaze to the skies. There the moon and sun are just rock and fire.
Children die, friends vanish and cities disappear occasionally. It means nothing, these things just happen, accept it and move on. Its all just random, calculate-able given interest, time and a profit motive for motivation. Pets are just animals and people just eat and digest matter and decompose.
Time marches on, however the realist has never contemplated if time is real itself. However real or not time mows all down. God, he a figment of our imagination or is it us of his? No matter. It will all be over soon, try not to suffer; that's just an illusion caused by misunderstanding.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
sailed to Byzantium, now standing on dock looking back
sailed to Byzantium, now standing on dock looking back
fiction
edward w pritchard
Sailed to Byzantium, now standing on the dock looking back. Eyes weakened by age, I use my insight to see my children. They now where I once was. They in life's prime, planning and house-holding, jousting with outrageous fortune to secure their niche. Me always fearful for their safety, unable to be non-attached, I counsel from afar as appropriate and as welcome to be heard by them.
I have come to finally live in the moment; the moment now filled with stiff muscles, aching ligaments and a weakened heart and lungs. Toiling a-still due to lack of proper husbandry, I arise early and continue with life's drudgery, but now blessed by God with joyous attitude and understanding. Except when circumstance stirs my anger or nudges my resignations.
Time is compressed for me into one by one specious moments at a time. I often look back over hundreds of centuries and feel the suffering of my ancestors who lived before. In their triumphs I relish and in their despairs I reminisce.
My future shrinks but I see my role in this small part of the universe and feel eternity after I am ceased. Looking to the stars, I take a deep breath and shrink back into my selficity. Thirsty I seek water, lonely, by practice I let that urge desist.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Sailed to Byzantium, now standing on the dock looking back. Eyes weakened by age, I use my insight to see my children. They now where I once was. They in life's prime, planning and house-holding, jousting with outrageous fortune to secure their niche. Me always fearful for their safety, unable to be non-attached, I counsel from afar as appropriate and as welcome to be heard by them.
I have come to finally live in the moment; the moment now filled with stiff muscles, aching ligaments and a weakened heart and lungs. Toiling a-still due to lack of proper husbandry, I arise early and continue with life's drudgery, but now blessed by God with joyous attitude and understanding. Except when circumstance stirs my anger or nudges my resignations.
Time is compressed for me into one by one specious moments at a time. I often look back over hundreds of centuries and feel the suffering of my ancestors who lived before. In their triumphs I relish and in their despairs I reminisce.
My future shrinks but I see my role in this small part of the universe and feel eternity after I am ceased. Looking to the stars, I take a deep breath and shrink back into my selficity. Thirsty I seek water, lonely, by practice I let that urge desist.
Friday, November 19, 2010
class warfare in America
class warfare in America
fiction
edward w pritchard
Class warfare continued in America and the National news media had completely exhausted sources to comment on and dissect the situation. There was no new way to spin the problem.
A beautiful female news anchor was assigned to find an expert to comment on the growing divide between rich and poor in America and to get an opinion on if America's declining spiritual moral values were responsible for the situation.
The beautiful news anchor contacted a famous retired Actor. Now a Taoist, the Actor was a wealthy recluse who always refused interviews.
At length however, the famous actor, Rin Tin Tin the talking dog from early in American cinema history agreed to an interview. The cameras were rolling and the News Anchor held the microphone and Rin Tin Tin the talking dog heard the question, "Are America's spiritual values in decline?" Rin tin Tin, the famous Actor thought carefully and replied, speaking as a Taoist- Ruff.
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
Class warfare continued in America and the National news media had completely exhausted sources to comment on and dissect the situation. There was no new way to spin the problem.
A beautiful female news anchor was assigned to find an expert to comment on the growing divide between rich and poor in America and to get an opinion on if America's declining spiritual moral values were responsible for the situation.
The beautiful news anchor contacted a famous retired Actor. Now a Taoist, the Actor was a wealthy recluse who always refused interviews.
At length however, the famous actor, Rin Tin Tin the talking dog from early in American cinema history agreed to an interview. The cameras were rolling and the News Anchor held the microphone and Rin Tin Tin the talking dog heard the question, "Are America's spiritual values in decline?" Rin tin Tin, the famous Actor thought carefully and replied, speaking as a Taoist- Ruff.
end
too sad to talk about
too sad to talk about
fiction
edward w pritchard
With respect and sadness for victims of 09-11-2001
High up, 80 or more stories after the 09-11-2001 explosion a man is trapped alone. The stairs are gone, the building is swaying about to fall and the man, a trained engineer knows soon the structure will soon crash heavily to the ground. He has no communication with earth below and knows he must act quickly or die.
Wrapping himself in a ball in mattresses, ingenuously securing the mattress ends so they will remain intact in his descent to earth, the man plunges from the window toward the cement below intensely focused on his immediate future.
Insignificant in the scheme of things, alone in his plight, the man listens to the wind as he plunges toward the ground and although a trained scientist prays for friction's assistance over his arch enemy gravity and solid reality below.
fiction
edward w pritchard
With respect and sadness for victims of 09-11-2001
High up, 80 or more stories after the 09-11-2001 explosion a man is trapped alone. The stairs are gone, the building is swaying about to fall and the man, a trained engineer knows soon the structure will soon crash heavily to the ground. He has no communication with earth below and knows he must act quickly or die.
Wrapping himself in a ball in mattresses, ingenuously securing the mattress ends so they will remain intact in his descent to earth, the man plunges from the window toward the cement below intensely focused on his immediate future.
Insignificant in the scheme of things, alone in his plight, the man listens to the wind as he plunges toward the ground and although a trained scientist prays for friction's assistance over his arch enemy gravity and solid reality below.
a father's fantasy
a father's fantasy
fiction
edward w pritchard
Could someone who knew everything be able to see a little into the future. Maybe she did not know everything but receiving a perfect SAT score is pretty smart. Did she know what might happen?
What would you try if you knew you couldn't fail. Is it possible for some humans to be invincible? Invincible given enough planning and technology and confidence and faith and curiosity to soar beyond the bounds of the Earth? Is risk always present even if measured in advance?
Defer gratification. When others protested the Vietnam War and smoked pot; she would study and plan and sacrifice. Striving to be the best. To be the smartest and most motivated. Become an astronaut. Become famous. Soar high, far above Akron, Ohio.
Judy Resnick was the second woman in space. An engineer, she applied for the astronauts training program and later was one of seven American crew members killed in the Challenger explosion on Jan 28, 1986. She was divorced and had no children.
She grew up in Akron Ohio and her Father was an Optometrist. She graduated from Firestone High school, first in her class. She attended Perkins Junior High and an Elementary in Akron now called Resnick Learning Center.
American in 1985 was invincible. Reaganomics brought faith and reestablishment of manifest destiny. American would conquer space, the next frontier. The future was bright for America again in 1985. The famous Actor Ronald Regan lead America into the future in 1985.
A father lost his daughter. He lost his stunning daughter who played piano and was sympathetic to deaf people. His beautiful talented intelligent daughter was gone, a national hero. Later she was awarded posthumously a Space Medal of Honor.
Judy Resnick was one of two women who died on Challenger. The other a teacher, was the star that day with the media pre-flight. The second woman astronaut, the Teacher's students watched as did thousands of school children on television in their classrooms. A horrible explosion 73 seconds in flight, all were dead, both women including Judy Resnick the Optometrist's daughter.
Might Dr. Resnick the Optometrist who would have been so so proud of his daughter Judy Resnick when she completed grade school, and matriculated Perkins Junior High, and later graduated Valedictorian at Firestone High school sometimes after her death wished her life had went differently? After his Daughter's death, might the Optometrist had wished she had not been so ambitious, such a risk taker, not strove so high. Would he trade her opportunity to have her back. Given a do over would Dr. Resnick beguile Judy when she was young to keep her safely in Akron, Ohio?
What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail. What would you want your only daughter to do if you knew a little of life's risks? Can you face the future bravely? Would you orchestrate your children's lives towards safety and security rather than exploration and fame and renown if you could? Does every question have a right answer?
fiction
edward w pritchard
Could someone who knew everything be able to see a little into the future. Maybe she did not know everything but receiving a perfect SAT score is pretty smart. Did she know what might happen?
What would you try if you knew you couldn't fail. Is it possible for some humans to be invincible? Invincible given enough planning and technology and confidence and faith and curiosity to soar beyond the bounds of the Earth? Is risk always present even if measured in advance?
Defer gratification. When others protested the Vietnam War and smoked pot; she would study and plan and sacrifice. Striving to be the best. To be the smartest and most motivated. Become an astronaut. Become famous. Soar high, far above Akron, Ohio.
Judy Resnick was the second woman in space. An engineer, she applied for the astronauts training program and later was one of seven American crew members killed in the Challenger explosion on Jan 28, 1986. She was divorced and had no children.
She grew up in Akron Ohio and her Father was an Optometrist. She graduated from Firestone High school, first in her class. She attended Perkins Junior High and an Elementary in Akron now called Resnick Learning Center.
American in 1985 was invincible. Reaganomics brought faith and reestablishment of manifest destiny. American would conquer space, the next frontier. The future was bright for America again in 1985. The famous Actor Ronald Regan lead America into the future in 1985.
A father lost his daughter. He lost his stunning daughter who played piano and was sympathetic to deaf people. His beautiful talented intelligent daughter was gone, a national hero. Later she was awarded posthumously a Space Medal of Honor.
Judy Resnick was one of two women who died on Challenger. The other a teacher, was the star that day with the media pre-flight. The second woman astronaut, the Teacher's students watched as did thousands of school children on television in their classrooms. A horrible explosion 73 seconds in flight, all were dead, both women including Judy Resnick the Optometrist's daughter.
Might Dr. Resnick the Optometrist who would have been so so proud of his daughter Judy Resnick when she completed grade school, and matriculated Perkins Junior High, and later graduated Valedictorian at Firestone High school sometimes after her death wished her life had went differently? After his Daughter's death, might the Optometrist had wished she had not been so ambitious, such a risk taker, not strove so high. Would he trade her opportunity to have her back. Given a do over would Dr. Resnick beguile Judy when she was young to keep her safely in Akron, Ohio?
What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail. What would you want your only daughter to do if you knew a little of life's risks? Can you face the future bravely? Would you orchestrate your children's lives towards safety and security rather than exploration and fame and renown if you could? Does every question have a right answer?
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
there is a suffering
There is a suffering
fiction
edward w pritchard
We carry a suffering too light to be dissolved by time.
It floats and crusts lightly on the Lake of our consciousness, refusing to degenerate.
When the sun shines on our Lake it can't reach our depths for we harden ourselves,
until the diving water birds of fortune crash through our surface defenses,
and in our exigency we become aware.
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
We carry a suffering too light to be dissolved by time.
It floats and crusts lightly on the Lake of our consciousness, refusing to degenerate.
When the sun shines on our Lake it can't reach our depths for we harden ourselves,
until the diving water birds of fortune crash through our surface defenses,
and in our exigency we become aware.
end
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