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November Confessions of Liberty

November 01, 2011 Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: Not Exactly Random  8 Comments

When you have seen what no man should see

Through the lens of a child’s mortal eye

Heartache takes on a strange twist

Loneliness is something terribly different

And all the poems about love and lost

Are now bittersweet lies with neither

The bitter nor the sweet.

There is certain cadence to

Recognizing wickedness

A ever-present beat

Giving life to unusual things.

It’s more than a heartbeat

It’s the pulse of the earth

Singing that

To

Make

Things

Better

Change

One

Person

At

A

Time

Make

The

Choice

Grab

It

Own

It

It’s

Yours

Alone

Me and me, and… me!

October 12, 2011 Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: Not Exactly Random  7 Comments

Me, me, meeeeeee.

One of those posts.

Just a short note to my 37.4 blog readers that I have picked up a new contract. As a consultant, it’s important for me to make sure I engage the client properly and the project is off to a good start.

This means I feel tired when I come home. The poor blog suffers as a consequence.

Now, behold! I ramble!

The general rule with consultants in any given field where businesses hires one to make improvements or fix problems, is that you make money when the economy is good, and you make money when the economy goes bad.

Right now, the economy is bad. When I engage clients, it is important for me that the end result is the client is not only happy, but they can get a breather because things are better.

When things don’t get better, bad things happen.

Someone loses their job. Sometimes it’s more than one person.

Let’s say that person used to buy coffee every day at the coffee shop down stairs.

He’s not the first to go, and the coffee shop feels the pinch.

They let a barista go. It was her only source of income while going to school. She loved that new job, and now it’s gone.

She goes home. She’s never been “laid off.” To her, the boss fired her. It sinks in that she’s going to have to go and live with her parents.

She sits on her loveseat and cries.

The laid off man has technical skills, and he probably can find a job even in this economy.

At a 20% pay cut.

When he is all alone, the wife playing Bunko, the kids are asleep upstairs, he feels like crying, too.

Where am I going with this? Other than being a major downer, that is.

I’m tired when I come home from putting the brain in overdrive. The blog falls off to the side.

And that, my 37.4 blog readers, is a good thing.

You Are the First Responder

September 11, 2011 Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: Not Exactly Random  0 Comments

On this day in the Year 2001, a group of Americans, when faced with the horror of the morning unfold, sought to do what Americans were born to do. They fought back, by themselves, against evil and tyranny of the worse sort, and they sacrificed their lives to do the right thing, even when it was the hard thing.

In this age of double-talk and other tomfoolery, in which the very language we hold dear is used to debase the individual and the righteous, there comes a time when Goodly Men and Women must take a stand against those who would use labels to define us.

Those who fought back shook off more than the enemy. At their moment of truth, these brave Americans were first responders.

You are a first responder.

If you think otherwise—your very thoughts besmirch the honor of those brave people and for you, they died in vain.

For the rest of us, we remember them as we should remember them—they made the attempt and succeeded, they set a standard for which we judge all like men and women.

There comes a time where, in the midst of blood and death, we can take action and prevail.

You are a first responder. If another labels you as something different, this is where you take your first stand.

Stand with Her or Not at All

August 26, 2011 Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: Atmosphere, Characterization, Not Exactly Random, The Craft  0 Comments

Center of the Sun
Conjure One

***

Young girl in the market
Music to the men
When the men leave
Her eyes are red
When her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market of above

And she sings
‘They say the most horrible things
But I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done’

Young boy in the market
Follows all the men
When the men leave
He’s out of his head
When his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market of above

And he sings
‘They break the most beautiful things
But I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done
I look into your eyes
And I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done’

Center of the sun

Young boy in the market
Sees the girl alone
And asks her
‘Have you lost your way home?’
She sings
‘You say the most beautiful things, just like my violins’

I look into your eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done

When I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done

‘Cause
I hear violins
I hear violins

I hear violins
I hear violins

Center of the sun

I hear …violins

Wife Unit Birthday Dinner

August 11, 2011 Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: Awesomesauce, Not Exactly Random, The Wife Unit  0 Comments

Serves either 4 (couple and two growing boys) or 6 adults. Yes, I really am this awesome.

Surf

Wild Alaskan King Salmon (1.75 to 2 pound)
Kosher salt
Fresh ground pepper
Lemon Juice

Cook in 400 F oven until done. Use no other seasonings. If you do, turn in your PNW Native card and move back east with the rest of the unwashed heathens.

Turf

Baked Garlic Chicken
Chicken (with skin) thighs and drumsticks
Season Salt
Old Bay spice
Garlic Powder

Spice the chicken. Cook uncovered in 425 oven for 33 minutes, then set oven 400 F and put salmon in. Salmon and chicken will be done at the same time.

Comfort Food

Pan fried oysters
Medium or large oysters (2 jars or shucked)
½ cup Italian herb breadcrumbs
½ cup flour

Pat dry the oysters with paper towels. Mix the flour and breadcrumbs. Coat the oysters. Do not seasons unless using  plain breadcrumbs. Fry in pan in canola oil at medium-high heat.

Salad

Seasonal Spinach Salad
Fresh apricots
Fresh raspberries
Fresh strawberries
2 avocados
Spinach
Candied walnuts
Crumbled blue cheese
Blue cheese dressing
Fresh ground pepper

Theoretically, this can be an entire meal. Mix ingredients in large salad bowl, except the avocado and blue cheese dressing, which is served on the side (most people decline to put dressing on this salad)

Bread

Rosemary round loaf
Sourdough round loaf

Serve with soft, unsalted butter

Wine

Serve with a very chided Louis Jadot Chardonnay or slightly chilled Pinot Noir

Cake!

Chocolate
Cream cheese chocolate frosting (various recipes)

Yours Alone

July 21, 2011 Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: Anthonyisms, Not Exactly Random, The Craft  0 Comments

The last page.

The panic, the emptiness, the loss of control feeling as a novel goes from me to we. These feelings continue. They go on and on.

Why?

The root of this anxiety is not fear.

The root is not the possibility of rejection.

The root is not swimming in fate’s sea of circumstance .

These feelings come from ownership.

The work is yours alone. Everything that happens after the last page is yours alone. Everything that comes next is by will and by permission.

The novel is the ultimate rebellion against collectivism, even if it rallies for that.

Such a rebellion comes at a price.

Own it.

Ah, Health!

June 13, 2011 Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: Not Exactly Random  3 Comments

I haz it back!

I spent most of the weekend in the Blah Zone. As soon as Monday, and work, rolled around, I felt fine.

(grumble)

 

Man Cold, Part III

June 11, 2011 Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: Not Exactly Random  8 Comments

I am a healthy person. Really. Minus the allergies to dust mites and pollen, It’s spooky how healthy I am.

Once a year, however, I get a cold. It’s been 13 months since my last one.

Yes, 9.3 readers, I have a man cold.

Bleh.