Kite
I thought I saw a kite Flying high behind the wind A song made out of colors And a sunny, breezy day But then I came around The corner of the path I saw that I'd been wrong The entire time. The post...
View ArticlePoetry: Tomorrow
I have decided To bear my soul But Tomorrow. Whenever tomorrow is. Because today is always today In my heart. But when tomorrow comes, When it is no longer today, You will be able To understand...
View ArticleSay What You Mean
Facebook has led me to see a lot of people who, while intelligent, don’t know how to communicate in such a way that their viewpoints have any strength or apparent merit. I’d like to see that repaired –...
View ArticleHow do you promote an anonymous resource?
I have a blog that I keep anonymous, for specific reasons. I think it’s worth reading, but due to anonymity, I don’t know how to promote it. Any suggestions? It’s not a blog that’s unethical, or...
View Article“I wish that I could live it all again…”– Rush concert!
Last week, my two oldest sons and I went to catch Rush in Greensboro, NC. It was a great show, and I wish that I could see more of them – both in terms of their careers and in terms of, well, this...
View ArticleWeasel Words Are Great
Weasel words are great. And yes, I know, I left out weasel words in making that statement. Weasel words are words like “some” and “may.” Most clickbait authors – i.e., people on Facebook – are allergic...
View ArticleMore thoughts about my economic model
On 2015 July 7, I published Thinking through a Fair Tax, in which I addressed my changing thoughts about workable tax structures with a simple economic model through which I could explore (and explain)...
View ArticlePoetry: Nothing More
I just added “Nothing More” to my list of poetry. It was written in response to a poem by Kathleen Ossip, called “I’m Afraid of Death,” as pointed out by a neighbor of ours from years ago. The post...
View ArticleWhat are your bellwethers?
What things about someone would serve as simple signals as to whether you could empathize with them? What would your bellwethers be? A “bellwether” is a leading or primary indicator of something. It...
View ArticleI hope
I hope my sons understand: when someone compliments an undertaking of theirs, that the compliment more often than not reflects the effort they've invested, and not the results. I hope their memories...
View ArticleInterruptions
I hate interruptions. The funny thing is, though, that I interrupt people, too, so it’s a behavior that I despise while needing to work on it myself. An interruption is a break in flow: while something...
View ArticleFacebook: good and bad… really bad
I find I have a difficult relationship with [Facebook](https://wwwfacebookcom/josephottinger) I think Facebook has a lot of potential value, but with so many people using it so differently, it ends up...
View ArticleMy rules for social media
Recently, a fellow I know on Facebook mentioned unfriending someone (for very good reasons), and it got me thinking a little more on the rules on how I use the site. I find that I have four fairly...
View ArticleMy idea for a poster for the 2016 Summer Olympics
I like posters – I used to make some for Earth Day every year, and while none of them were stunning, I enjoyed doing it. I haven’t done it for a while, but with the Olympics coming up, the muse spoke...
View ArticleHow I See Rush’s Albums from Ten Thousand Feet
This is how I think of Rush’s entire studio catalog, in short summaries. Rush This is a set of young rockers trying to follow their dreams. Raw, immature, full of pride and purpose. Surprisingly good,...
View ArticleFirst they came for.. but so what
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out – Because what could I do? There were lots of them, and one of me. So I left it up to someone else, who was surely better equipped and better...
View ArticleThe Rush Political/Religious Survey Results
TL;DR Rush is awesome, and so is its fanbase. I put together a survey to try to figure something out about Rush’s career arc, but the author of the survey (me) didn’t get enough information and didn’t...
View ArticlePoetry: Today’s Seconds (by someone else!)
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, someone wrote this poem to me, because I was unable to see (and largely unable to appreciate) what was around me at the time. Prophetic, really,...
View ArticlePoetry: Alive
My tears keep falling in the middle of the night I tell myself that it will be all right Through years of ache it’s come to light They are still alive. I cannot touch them, a veil remains But is no...
View ArticleChanges
I believe that art has to be a source of mutation to be any good. It has to change the person who’s viewing or listening the artistic work; it has to change the artist; it has to change in form. If it...
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