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Rhetoric is such a foreign language to me. Everything I write is blazoned with my ego. If I even think of writing anything, be it : a blog, e-mail, a meeting notice; nothing, and, I mean nothing appears to  get past my need to not only establish, but “feed” my ego no matter the size of the morsel.

All I can think about is … how can I make this identifiable with my personal stamp without letting on how much I struggled to set it apart from everyone else? How can I project a style that is mine alone, and still … write a worthy essay, poem, short or long fiction that is really worthy of holding an audience?

I ask you, if I write with a slightly “rumpled” style is that a plus or minus for my image? Does my rhetorical become  untethered?.  Maybe the “clip art” is a direct interpretation of my purpose for the blog that week. I like to write on fun things that have value. I enjoy satire … to a point.

I know on my academic blog, George K. Brannen English Scholar’s Fund available through my blogroll, my academic style still contains a certain tone of my ego.

I feel there may be more-than-one person at this keyboard feuding to take control. The Ying and the Yang forever jousting for position. And like that ancient Chinese theorem… neither shall ever dominate the other. Yes, maybe they are my rhetoric, my ego, …. my me.

 

best,

G.

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Do you ever think about what really brings you happiness? Some people say it’s the small things, some believe only a major achievement “trips their trigger,”and there are folks that are completely “bah-humbug” 24/7-365.

Contentment comes in odd packages. And, for-sure, nobody knows what tomorrow holds.

FOR MY NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS:

I believe if I can carry contentment of my own self and live those values … all-else should fall into place.

Everyone ….. have a great 2014!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Best!

G.

… I managed to get published. I won’t bore you with the details; it’s just something that happened with me. It makes me feel like “Alice through the looking-glass.”

serendipity if you will. I, the most unlikely in the genre – poetry – that is, have actually put together a collection of words that someone found worth with. Life just keeps gettn’ better!

That brings me to my main argument: Does one make one’s reality … or is it mere chance one ends up at a certain point that has been predestined, if you will? Is it luck or fate? What an endless argument that can be. I’ve been doing a bit-o-reading during the holiday break from university. In effect: The Bhagavad Gita, the Christian Bible, and a few other philosophies of the Chinese persuasion; all have interesting points of view; all hold my interest with the up most sincerity; and all, correlate with each other closer than I had earlier perceived.

The “ages of time” involved here are immense; yet the age of man is only a “sprinkling in the sand” of the hour-glass compared to this planet we inhabit. What an astounding fact that is!

Is it mere chance or predestination? What a question that is!!!!!!!

As always, best to everyone and have a great and inspiring 2014.

G.

I suppose “Bah-Humbug” is in order. Or a piece of coal. Or a Mr. Grinch!

“I think not.” I believe I am exactly where I should be, and doing exactly what I should be doing.University is out for the holidays. I’ve only 12 more months until I am officially “educated,” and at 66 1/2 years of age………………..that ain’t a bad deal!!!!!!! This little academic quest I’m on will total 42 years in the making (1972-2014). I mean, how silly can you get. Little did I know, when I began this gauntlet in the 70’s, my life would go full circle and I would be back in the same building, in the same university (it was a college then), chasing the same piece of parchment. 

I believe that’s called perseverance

University is so much more fun when your older than your professors … there be some irony there. I love academia, I just don’t want to be an academic.

I want to go fishing.

Life is good ….I wish all great holidaes!

Be safe and NO text’n and driv’n!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

G.

It’s really starting to sink in … this is my final year of being a senior!!! 

Of course, I was a senior last year, and the year before that; but this year – IT”S FOR REAL.

As a lot of folks around me might “text” …. OMG!!!

My friends on “Facebook” may actually acknowledge me ……LOL!!!!!

I started this gauntlet in 1972, in a community college in Virginia Bch., Va. And as life would have it; its only taken a mere 41 yrs to get to B a serious graduation threat. I have bunches of hours from bunches of schools I’ve attended through my “maturing years;” but, now, I’m close. I can see the cap & gown actually having to be “let-out” because I’m not 23 anymore. ………………… Sweet!

Their probably gonna have to get me a chair on the podium so I can rest once I get up there …….. Sweet!

I wonder if they’ll let me: bow, or dance a victory “touch-down” dance like them football guys, maybe wave the school flag in one hand and my “blank” makeshift diploma to be mailed later after they make sure all my “fees”, parking tickets and such have been paid.

Monday morning, I’m gonna sit in the parking lot before anyone gets there … daybreak should be soon enough … and glory in my potential. I’ll get to watch all the “freshman” running helter-skelter being: LOST, LOST, LOST!! If they ask me directions, which usually happens because I’m old enough to look like I’ve been there a long time and know where every class is, who teaches it, and what it’ll take to get an”A”; I’ll nonchalantly yawn, a boring yawn, and “roll my eyes – and then put back on my dark-sunglasses. (I’ll have those even though it’s supposed to rain).

My first class isn’t until 10:45; I’ll arrive fashionably late. I’ll slowly survey the class over like Humphrey Bogartt trying to be aloof while cigarette smoke is ‘burn’n’ his eye. Dr. Lloyd will look up from his teaching podium, and indicate the front row seat nearest the door that he has been saving for me.A hush will fall over the class. All will be anxious to see if I’ll actually stay for class or fawn illness.

 AHHHH the trials and tribulations of being a SENIOR.          SWEET!!!!!!!!!

Best until next week!

G.