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- | > You think you need your job. But I’ve lived abroad as a vagrant, abstaining from my own money to rely on the charity of strangers. Most were beggars themselves, yet they were happy, and so, for that summer, was I. Your job needs you, not the other way around. Imagine, for instance, if our tragic concessions worker (whose name, I have since learned, is Alan Miller) awoke one day, and instead of coming in for his shift, simply said, “No?” What if, when someone asked him for Lalabees, his answer was a firm and confident “No?” I imagine the thought never occurred to him. And this is the great tragedy of Alan Miller from the Idaho movie concessions stand. He will never know that he is the only thing keeping him behind that counter. And the only thing that could get him out is a simple word with only two letters in it: “No.” But this is not only true of concessions workers. It applies equally to persons of all vocations: Artists. Bakers. Firefighters. Electricians. Coffee Servers. Door carpenters. Programmers. Chefs. Sex workers (prostitutes, | ||
> What is it to fail? My failure to break into the literary world in my 20's was devastating, | > What is it to fail? My failure to break into the literary world in my 20's was devastating, | ||
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> Should you find yourself contorting to fit a system, dear reader, stop, and ask if it's truly you that must change, or the system. | > Should you find yourself contorting to fit a system, dear reader, stop, and ask if it's truly you that must change, or the system. | ||
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> Our job is to taste free air. Your so-called boss may own the clock that taunts you from the wall, but, my friends, the hour is yours. | > Our job is to taste free air. Your so-called boss may own the clock that taunts you from the wall, but, my friends, the hour is yours. | ||
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- | >Destiny - an acrostic poem experience by the author Ricken Hale | + | |
- | >**D** is for dreaming, the start of it all | + | |
- | >**E** is for energy, breaking down walls | + | |
- | >**S** is for stewardship of home and of earth | + | |
- | >**T** is for terror which gives us more worth | + | |
- | >**I** is for eyes which observe us with love, until | + | |
- | >**N** meaning newness rains down from above. And | + | |
- | >**Y?** That’s a question we needn’t now ponder. For destiny, friends, shall deliver all yonder. | + | |
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+ | It's said that as a child, Wolfgang Mozart killed another boy by slamming his head in a piano. Don't worry, my research for this book has proven the claim untrue. As your heart rate settles though, consider the power an author, heretofore referred to as " | ||
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+ | Destiny - an acrostic poem experience by the author Ricken Hale | ||
+ | **D** is for dreaming, the start of it all | ||
+ | **E** is for energy, breaking down walls | ||
+ | **S** is for stewardship of home and of earth | ||
+ | **T** is for terror which gives us more worth | ||
+ | **I** is for eyes which observe us with love, until | ||
+ | **N** meaning newness rains down from above. And | ||
+ | **Y?** That’s a question we needn’t now ponder. For destiny, friends, shall deliver all yonder.</ | ||
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+ | <WRAP script inset>A partial reconstruction of the last page of chapter 8 of The You You Are by Ricken Hale, with possible content suggestions. | ||
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+ | …incapacitated…my time in Italy I formed a [friendship with a boy whose] parents cultivated and slaughtered chickens…early morning deliveries. I would see young Fabie…while I practiced Tai Chi to recirculate the blood flow to…[extremities? | ||
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+ | [The gift was not received well. The] mundane meal wheel keeps spinning, and when it stops, it [lands in this humble Italian farmhouse on the] all too familiar chicken. How to stop the meal wheel, give…typical cure for this monotony would be to add variety, but [it was verboten to add] another protein choice to the dining gauntlet per [Fabie’s parents. So I suggested we] subtract. Do you even need dinner? [We need food as fuel] to live - but should we [center] all social [intercourse around the consumption of food? That requires money, and in this world, to have money, one must have a job. And I did not have either of those things.]</ | ||
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+ | <WRAP script inset>A fuller reconstruction of the first chapter of [[The You You Are]] as excerpted in [[The Kier Chronicle]]: | ||
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+ | It's said that as a child, Wolfgang Mozart killed another boy by slamming his head in a piano. Don't worry. My reseaerch for this book has proven the claim untrue. As your heart rate settles, though, consider the power an author, which we'll refer to as " | ||
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+ | As such, let's break down the lingustic term " | ||
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+ | So let us remove " | ||
- | >A partial reconstruction of the last page of chapter 8 of The You You Are by Ricken Hale, with possible content suggestions. | + | But switch |
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+ | Here it becomes necessary to reference my time abroad. As a young collegiate, I donated a semester of my studies to a cultural exploration of the nation of Italy, in hopes of healing the painful divides that had grown between the country and my own throughout the 1990' | ||
+ | One of the most bizarre and fascinating things I learned about Italy during my time there was that they have not one, but two words for " | ||
+ | Consider for a moment--and please, don't forget to breathe--that according to Dr. Hawking' | ||
===== See Also ===== | ===== See Also ===== | ||
Some of Ricken Hale's previous literary works include: | Some of Ricken Hale's previous literary works include: |