2011-08-31 17:38 2011-08-14 21:17 2011-08-09 23:52 Dearest LiveJournal, Oh, how I've missed you. We used to enjoy each other's company so. But I'm afraid, the world has moved on, and sadly, so have I. It's not your fault; people change, and often they grow apart. I don't want this to be awkward, but I'm seeing other social networks now. Actually, three. I know, I know... you always said I was a slut, and maybe you're right. But I don't think it would be fair to hide it from you. Yes, they're all younger than you... please don't be angry. Their names? Okay, I suppose you have a right to ask... Twitter: @LarryHoldaway Google+: LarryHoldaway Facebook: Larry P. Holdaway I'm sorry it has to end like this, but if you ever want to talk, you know where I'll be... Best regards, Larry 2011-07-15 17:21 Seriously, things don't have to be this difficult. Everyone, just be clear about what you want, why and when, be willing to sincerely listen, be willing to explain, and we'll figure something out. This applies to everything: the current political deadlock, problems at work, relationship issues, ordering food at the drive-thru. Communication, communication, communication. Drop the ulterior motives. If you can't be open about what you want, then you don't deserve it. [End Of Rant] 2011-06-19 20:40 My father taught me many things. He taught me to question and to seek knowledge, to tinker and take things apart. To put them back together (sometimes minus a few pieces). He gave me a love of reading, and showed me the pure enjoyment that comes from solving problems, of any sort. He taught me to ride a motorcycle, and drive a car, how to mow the lawn, and to always listen to Mom. He showed me that honesty is the only policy, and that sacrifice for your family trumps all things, that acts committed for the greater good, are a reward unto themselves. He taught me honor, and loyalty, and the value of hard work. To never quit. Never. And when you're out of strength, defeated, and without hope, he taught me to pick myself up and carry on the fight. He bestowed upon me a Reverence for nature, and the wild places, and that the world is a limited treasure, to be defended. He gave me my sense of justice, taught me to know right from wrong, and to always seek to make the world a better place. He taught me front sight focus, to control my breathing and to time my shot. The ritual of cleaning my weapon, and the art of sharpening my knife. He showed me the science of lighting a fire, in the wet, in the cold, and how to stop bleeding (which I've used mostly on myself). He taught me the value of a good pair of boots. By his example, I learned to never consider race, or religion or gender or station in life in my dealings with anyone, and that everything I have is a gift, to be grateful for. He ... 2011-06-03 13:42 Attempting to balance art and work as separate entities is a zero sum game. You will forever sacrifice one and resent the other. #FuckPlanB 2011-06-02 14:10 2011-05-31 16:12 |











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