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A cook is just a cook
When a cook prepares different parts of a meal at different times and then un thaws parts so it goes well with the main course then he made a good meal, but he is still just a cook. When that same cook takes all his dishes and prepares them at the same time deliverer a deliciously memorial plate he becomes a chef.
Yea I know…
Someone gave me a voice recorder that attaches to your key chain but only records 30 sec sound bites for Christmas this year that I opened early because I thought it would help me write blogs. You see, I get all sorts of idea for blogs while I'm away from this keyboard. They seem profound at the time they come to me, but later when I play them back and try to add to them they don't seem to have the same feel.
Listening
I would find my mom sitting on the front porch from time to time and I would ask her what she was doing. She answered "I'm listening to the critters" I always thought she was making fun of the city folk by calling them critters (we lived in Cincinnati). But one night I sat out on the porch waiting for some friends to pass by when I heard a bull frog, and then while I tried to listen for him again I heard some crickets and then I heard an Owl from a far distance and so it went. I had found the critters that used to calm my moms nerves.
I have been wrong many times and myspace is one of those things I was wrong about. I thought that we were all tied up so tight and bounded by myspace friends manipulations that we didn't have room to voice our own opinions without fear of offending a "friend" or two. What I have found more than not is it's good to have those voices of the people we call friends and to get their perspectives. This helps us to expand our views on something that we held as truth and we grow from that. Some people call that wishy washy or not having a strong belief system. I like to think we are all still in school, the school of life.
Higher education
Someone once said "the day you stop learning is the day you are dead". I tend to agree with that thinking
More people do not go to college in this country than do. (What; Bad grammar?)
Most of the smartest people I have ever met have never stepped foot into a place of higher learning. Sure there are some dumb people who have never went to school, but I have to believe that there are just as many dumb people who have a sheep skin on their wall.
Don't like the term street smart? Try self taught, for life is the Alpha and Omega of all higher learning for most of us. How many people have said "If I knew then what I know now"? In no way am I putting down going to college, I just think once a person completes all the courses they shouldn't think school is out, for most it just begun.
The bottom line here and overall point to this blog is we all are learning each day from one another. I used to think myspace wasn't a very good place because it seemed like the social network forum held back those with free thought. I thought the word friend and the need for many to have more friends hindered self expression so I wanted to go outside of myspace to try my hand at blogging but where else would I get such feedback? When I started writing on myspace I thought everyone here was in their own little boxes and too stubborn to think outside of those boxes. It appeared at first glance to be a high school with everyone staying to themselves for the most part never wanting to break from the heard. A whole bunch of cyber sheep if you will.
Instead what I have found is true people. People with ideas and not ashamed to express them. People who like my neighbors, friends and family have their faults and sometimes get on your nerves. People who were willing to listen to what I was trying to say and voice their opinions even if they disagreed with me. People who accepted me for what I am and what I was trying to say instead of focusing on spelling or grammar they focused on the content.. What I found on myspace that I didn't find outside of it were real people, people that I would call friends in real life.
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