Words of occasional wisdom from Bruce Oakley

Archive for January, 2008

Constrained, or “What can I say?”

Posted by boakley59 on January 31, 2008

Where do I begin? I don’t mean that in the usual casual sense of “How shall I start?” I mean it in the existential sense of “What are the boundaries of me?”

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Too busy to get things done

Posted by boakley59 on January 30, 2008

“Copy and paste, you fool!” I wanted to scream, as I was torn between crying and doing a murder.

On election night some years back, I had just watched a reporter as he:

  • Surfed on his computer to a results Web site
  • Saved and printed the page
  • Walked across the newsroom to pick up the printout
  • Walked back to his computer
  • Opened a new file in the editing system
  • Typed in the results from the printout!

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Lumped together

Posted by boakley59 on January 26, 2008

My life as a lump began in May 2007 with a flare-up of my Crohn’s disease. A couple of months of mild abdominal disturbance had me watching my diet and trying to figure out any correlation between meals and discomfort. Late in May, the symptoms graduated to pain and swelling in my butt that made it intolerable for me to sit or walk around for more than about 90 minutes at a time.

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Yes, dear

Posted by boakley59 on January 22, 2008

My wife, Suzy, is a good egg. She deserves more love and praise than a mere man like me can give, but perhaps I can tell you a little about how she saves me.

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Posted by boakley59 on January 21, 2008

Welcome to the Brulog, my little archipelago in the vast ocean of the Internet.

Dante wrote “Abandon hope …” but that greeting is a bit gloomy for my taste, so let me say, “Abandon indifference, all ye who enter here.”

Long ago, I learned that I cannot write well without feelings. I must have passion. Sometimes I practice writing techniques with no topic, but even then I have passion for words and language — the sounds and shapes, meanings and magic.

So, I encourage all visitors to the Brulog to read with passion — for my ideas or yours, for words and discourse, or even just for what you can learn about me. If you think some of my writings misguided, feel free to write of your passion for a different view. Think of me on those occasions, though, as a best friend who has gone astray, not a raving enemy to be silenced.

Here’s the trick about writing (or speaking) with passion: Sometimes all that comes through is the passion; the message is lost in the sound and the fury. And the secret of the trick is knowing whether the passion or the message is more important.

So, come into the Brulog, and let us reason passionately together.

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