This Web Blog was haphazardly produced without using Spell Check one danged time. We like it that way.

Here's something from Billy Joel that you need to see. Cass Dillon does a great job here.

Old Rod is slowly coming back it seems. Certain clients in Canada and California are figuring out that I just might be onto something. I don't think what I'm doing over at LeverageSocial Media.com hurts.

BTW. here's a musical site and production studio that I like. I think you should check it out because he deals with indeprendent producers and artists. Always a good thing.

Do check out his Blog and his music. You'll be glad you did. I'll have MUCH more to say about his work over time.

Just so you know, Christina and I have some great guests on the Internet radio show in 2008. We'll open the year with Salt Lake City's Mayor Rocky Anderson. As he leaves office, he has a lot to say. The show only gets better after that. You can join Christina in the chat room or talk to me live on air. But be careful. I'm dangerous.

I have much more to say to you , my Darlings, about other things, too. But that can wait for another day. Come back soon and I'll continue.

One thing which inspires me is listening to other creative people talk about their process. I had that pleasure last night. The Turner Classic Movie (TCM) rebroadcast a documentary on the film director William (Wild Bill) Wellman. It was a joy to watch.

Wellman was more candid than most of us creatives are these days and admitted his foilb les openly. I loved that, in this age of neo-Puritanism. I tell everyone I care about that I'm a dinosaur and still like steaks, hard liquor and chasing women, so it was good to hear a man of my own kind speaking. I don't expect I'll get that kind of experience often again.

Meanwhile, I'm continuing the podcasting over at BlogTalkRadio.com, as you might have noticed, my lovelies. I hope you'll tune in, when not shopping, this month and check my conversations with Esther Dyson and Howard Rheingold.

I'm still debating whether to have another Lightning Strikes Group conversation this month. If I do, expect my pal "Field Negro" to be on deck.

I've had someone hurt me much recently. It happens.

I might be able to talk about it one day. Yes, of course, it was a woman.

2 December 2007: I usually write these posts in advance and consider all the components. Not today... not today.

Too many things have gone wrong, acropper. I talk to a closest friend and hear a blatantly racist statement come out of his mouth as a certainty. A contract I was promised dries up. A woman I care deeply about evaporates before my eyes for a second time. I must stand back and watch all of these occurrences as though they are not happening to me. I must act like these are sequences in a dream and not part of my real life.

Ah! The Holiday Whirl. I love it.

In the economic news, I read and hear that one out of four people who took out subprime loans during the last big real estate "boom" are now going to become homeless or already have. Sheiks in Abu Dhabi buy shares in Citigroup and the word "recession" becomes real again for the United States as the dollar sinks like a stone. The price of oil approaches $100/barrel.

Meanwhile politicians vying to become "Leader of the Free World" talk about border fences and bombing countries in the Middle East back to the stone age instead of how Momma needs an overcoat and baby needs BOTH a new pair of shoes and some way to stay healthy.

Norman O. Brown, a great man, who once taught at my alma mater and wrote the book, Love Against Death, has been quoted as saying, "What's the point of being sane in an insane world?" I can agree with him today.

I look around me and see people who are callous, selfish, mean-spirited and say things - on a natch - that I find incomprehensible. A World of Hurt.

Makes me want to HOLLER, throw up both my hands.

AND at the same time, these same people miss the simplest of principles about how they are supporting impulses, patterns, ideologies that clearly work against their own best interests! What am I to do but despair?

"Laugh!" says my better spirit. "Dance!"

Today, that is not the easiest of choices.

Webslinger's Song

I don't know about you, but I am looking for Peter Pan. I am looking for the Jesus who turns water into wine and uses the fish - a source of nourishment- as his symbol instead of the cross. I don't think that's just me.

When I am not talking about technology or social media or the future, I am sitting at a fireside telling a story. Here is the story I would like to tell you today:

THIS IS THE WEBSLINGER'S SONG: For each of us there is a choice. The most important choice is what we do with our lives in order to make this world a better place for others. It starts with our families and then branches out to our neighborhoods and our communities because after that it impacts our world.

Cruelty is unacceptable. Selfishness is just plain wrong. From there, you and I have to face each other.

There is no rooom for those seeking revenge. Suffering and creating refugees must end.

I suspect that what I have written over these years will not be remembered. I can only hope that the writers featured in the magazine will. The point has been to talk about major issues that others have ignored. In these last moments I mean to bring up a few more.

There are doors closing now. There are people who must be left behind.

So let's sing of little wonders. A man I met here in Austin who only lived blocks from me in New Orleans. When we met, he simply sat with the bums on the street corner. I gave him a beer from my six-pack when he recognized me from NOLA. When I saw him next, he had gotten a job at the corner gas station and offered to buy me a beeer. I said, "Give it to me when I really need it." Now, months later, I run into him again and he is working construction and said it will buy a car this weekend.

Through every stage of this journey, this man was always smiling, always planning. And keeps trying to buy me back that damned beer. Having watched his progress over the months, I can only feel admiration for him. I learned, when we talked, that he was always sending money back to his family in New Orleans. He is like an immigrant in his own country.

So it is going. I am reminded of what Zola had to write, and Dickens. Devolution is certainly taking place.

It has been an interesting experience.

Cheers!

Keep me in your prayers as I keep you in my own.

Thanks for visiting.

Talk to you in a day or so.

Be well.