Black lives matter. Blue lives matter. Black and blue
coverage. What really matters? Freedom matters. Love matters. I matter. You
matter. Truth matters. Drones matter. Dogs and cats matter. We’re all red on
the inside. Beer matters
These are some of the thoughts that have been dukeing it out
in my head lately. This was a long, hot summer. Temperatures were high. Tempers
short. Too hot to think. Too much to drink. Too much time in the sun, not
enough light on the important things. Solutions matter
We are at several transition points. Cross roads to keep it
simple. Top down is turning to network. Centralized is being distributed.
Diversified trying to consolidate.
Robots replacing workers fixing robots. Mr. roboto asks “do you want
fries with that?” Siri will answer. Robots and replicators and 3d printers Oh
My. Purpose matters.
This summer was a series of personal transition points. My
Mom went home to be with my Dad. My family is not the one I was born into but
it’s family. Family matters.
One of my best friends passed away this summer. More than
just a friend he was a partner in politics and blogging and other such acts of
rebellion. Jim Ryan, Barkeep is gone but he left finger prints all over San
Angelo. He donated his body to science so he keeps on contributing. Not bad for
a truck driver and barkeep. He made a difference. Lifes matter.
Friends don’t hurt friends. Family protects family.
Community protects members. The river of life keeps on flowing. And nothing
else matters.
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