Simple and Clean

Man is a creature of habit, or so they say.

I have said before that this blog was going to be a daily writing experiment, and since I have finished school a week and a half ago, I have been neglectful.  It is not that I have not had the desire to write, but rather, the relief and lack of stress has been non-conducive to producing works of any genuine worth.  It is not that I have not tried to write, but rather, that the writings I have produced have been unfocused and unwarrenting of attention.  They have also not been daily.

New York State of Mind

There was a time when I thought that the finer things in life came from money.  I may be old fashioned in the sense that I like a good scotch, think that a house should have a library and a hardwood den, or that I man should have manners when it comes to a lady [if you can find a lady or a gentlemen these days that is. This last thing is related in that I always feel I should get the check, but please don't inundate me with comments that this is chauvinistic, I let her pay too!].  It’s not that I’ve repented from this set of beliefs, but I recognize the things that can’t be bought from money.

Fraudulant you say?

One less sad robot,