Father

My grandfather is showing me pictures of his dad.

He is a thin but strong looking man--his fortitude is evident in his chin, which has a pronounced cleft. His eyes have a piercing solemnity, but his lips betray the slightest happiness. Probably glad he's married to the woman my grandpa shows me next. "My mom was a good lookin' gal." Agreed.

Apparently he was in the service--which, who knows. Some sort of infantry. The next picture I see of my great grandfather could be a different man. His face is hard with a concrete scowl. Even more striking is the breadth of his shoulders. He likely just got done throwing horses over a wall, and is frustrated that there's nothing else to throw.

The most interesting thing about this experience is my grandpa. He's a relatively unsentimental, telling an occasional wry joke, and only getting angry when dinner's late or if you forget to turn off the lights. But there's a sense of respect and admiration for his parents that I catch as he handles the photographs; something I wish I could share with him except that I never knew them.

I don't think I've ever witnessed him bear such reverence for someone.

It's business time...

So, I'm selling some games on half.com.

It's addicting.

I want to sell more things, but I don't know what (maybe copyright free dvds?), except I want it to be cheap overhead, and I want to make ALOT of money.

So I thought, MY FRIEND JASON DID THAT.

So, I'm asking him: HOW DO I DO THIS? It's cake to mail this stuff, it's kind of fun packing it up and mailing it off. And I keep thinking about the check I'll be getting at the end of the month. Cheddar comin'.

First Try

This is the first post for my blog. oh boy.

It's a little pretentious, right? Who cares what we're saying up here? And if you do care, you should probably go out and get some air.

But there is some pretty interesting stuff on this whole internet thing.

Maybe you'll find something on here, one day.