For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwASii2f5c8
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwASii2f5c8
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_M_27ciAKI
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMmdwiLEVwA
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3UhjvzojYQ
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lZYL-80bfI
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6zIXvAp2zw
For Roseanna Marie
(April 6, 1958 – January 16, 2004)
In loving memory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bwHK1xkgJA
“There’s something to be said for the repetitious, paying-the-bill qualities of getting the thing right.” – Nick Faust, “Get Off”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXK_cGVdtvA&feature=youtu.be
“The duty of a public prosecutor is to seek justice, not merely to convict.” – Illinois Supreme Court Rules, Article VIII, Illinois Rules of Professional Conduct of 2010, Rule 3.8
“The march of Providence is so slow and our desires so impatient; the work of progress is so immense and our means of abiding it so feeble; the life of humanity is so long, that of the individual so brief, that we often see only the ebb of the advancing wave and are thus discouraged. It is history that teaches us to hope.” – Robert E. Lee
“I like writing sad songs, it’s a good bag to get into because you can actually acknowledge some deeper feelings of your own and put them in it. It’s a good vehicle, it saves having to go to a psychiatrist.” — Paul McCartney
“The Internet began as an unlikely collaboration between the military and academia. This fact alone explains much of its contradictory character. The military wanted to link their giant mainframe computers together to share data in order to build better bombs and rockets. They also needed a robust system, open-ended and flexible enough to be extended indefinitely but sufficiently rugged to withstand nuclear attack. The generals turned to the geeks just as they had during the Second World War. Isolated in their cozy ivory towers, the scientists wanted to share data and multitask easily. The system they created elegantly embodied their liberal ideals as well as the military’s strict requirements. It would be transparent from end to end. It was also anonymous and egalitarian, in that all data would be treated equally regardless of either source or destination. Scientists built these values into the Net’s core protocols, or agreed methods of doing things. Programs can certainly be devised to weigh, block, or trace data, but they are all additions to the protocols, not replacements. The fact is that freedom for good or evil is built into the very foundation of the Internet. Any attempt by anyone on any level to limit it in any way is an application built on top of that. And what one application can do, another can undo.” – Jay Nelson, “Can the Internet Be Tamed?” (emphasis in original)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4XVJj4jER4
“Most people’s lives are a direct reflection of the expectations of their peer group. Whoever you spend time with, that’s who you become.” – Anthony Robbins, “Get the Edge”
A half-block east of my new home is Lake Michigan. I sat beside the lake for a short while this morning. The sun sparkled off the waves. The breeze was up. The waves hit the breakwater and receded, hit the breakwater and receded.
Shush… shush…
Shush… shush…
Chicago. Downtown, in the Loop. I’m at Caribou Coffee at the corner of S. Wabash and something. An excruciatingly hot and menacingly full cup of tasty coffee is at hand. My first job interview was within the past hour. It went well enough, but no slam-dunk.
Much of what I could write now would be trivial and self-indulgent. Susan is to meet me here soon and at that point, if not earlier, this will end.
The LC Penske was a grand ship, a delight and at time a challenge to pilot to safe harbor. I am glad the voyage is over. I do not recommend a similar endeavor be undertaken by anyone, for there is no one I dislike enough to wish them subject to such.
The cargo is all off-loaded and will take what seems at this point to be the shy side of forever to unpack and properly arrange. The cats are hiding under the bed in their new home–or at least they were when I left to come downtown–and they have ventured out a couple times to take a quick look around before scampering back into hiding.
Susan is not here yet, but enough of this for now.