NAME Blogazine: Homelessness Can Be Defeated

Can I… Can I freestyle a lil bit?






Yo, I’m writing this Blogazine spiritually confused. In all honesty, I love writing, I do, I have a sincere 2nd place appreciation for it – behind drawing – and I have lost me Mojo (cue Austin Powers theme music).

This afternoon, I ran into a quote.

My company / blog / Studio was founded on the positive idea of God – not sure which Creator – but, I found truth, love, respect, love, spiritual appreciation for all peoples, and love throughout humanity in a very, Very, VERY unconventional way. I feel at odds about it, sadly, but, I will FIND my way to help others again. I know I will.


IF you have suggestions, please, leave ya boi a line or two, or twenty. I’ll greatly appreciate it.


Stay tuned, and read about how I found Earth’s Rookie Card. Crazy stuff to be read, but meaningful in its context.

With that said, We welcome, Frank, to the keyboard!


Evening, everyone, I am Frank, backstage writer here for the Blogazine. I introduce to you, our ‘Bland’ (blogging band) for this evening. On the home row keys, Tyrone Dawkins , on backspace, Cliff Myers , and our paragraphing papa on the space bar, Douglas ‘Thumbs’ Jenkins. We begin this evening with a story that takes Douglas back to this academic days, entitled, “Blowing out my Jeans Before Third Period”

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Check out THE Ultimate hustler’s webpage: 

Also, before you continue on, this dude is heavily talented, motivated, and has been a REGULAR writer to our office via penpal, and I must say, this dude is going to be a HUGE influence on the future. He is not alone, I am sure, but speaking on a personal level, this fellow has made strides in improvement, innovation, and inspiration.

“You’re awesome, Joe, keep doing your thing.”

Blowing out my Jeans before 3rd Period

Dear Instructor, who worked with me as I sat in my desk after blowing out my school clothes,


I hope the future is working for you and your family well. As for those jeans, that is another story. It was my fault that my stomach hurt so bad that cool October morning. I was hesitating on making my way out the door, and rushed at the last minute to get dressed, so, this process carried over into my morning plan.


I am not sure if you remember those Jimmy Dean sausage biscuits that you could microwave at home and have to eat on the way out, but that is what I had. No, no sir/ma’am. It was not the dual packaged sausage biscuits, no ma’am. It was the single, individually wrapped jumbo sized, big boy biscuit. Ahh, yes. That was, in a way, a motivation to start the day – sad, I know, but hey, don’t make that face at me.


Alright, so making these things requires some work. You have to preheat, then heat, then remove the bread – to ensure that you do not ‘turn it’ (make it hard) – to cook the sausage by itself. THEN, you are ready to eat, after about a 4-6 minute process – depending on the brand of the microwave.


But, my dear, compassionate instructor, I did not follow those instructions this particular morning. No ma’am / sir. See, what I think was the issue that morning, is that the actual sausage was not cooked all the way through, or something of that nature.


Side note: You ever cook something and you have the style of taste of what it ‘should’ taste like, and you never question it’s authenticity because it tastes as it should? Well, that was not situation that morning.


(But, I ate it anyways)


It still had a slight hint of ‘freezer’ aroma within a small area while I was racing to consuming this big boy biscuit during mid-chew. I let it slide, I was already in the car, on the way to school. Didn’t think much more of it. Just continued on throughout the regularly scheduled program that I was synchronized into.


After channel 1 News had ended (does anyone remember that show?) that is when I knew it was going to be one of those days…. Those days where you have to use the restroom, and you do NOT want to use it at school.


Hah, side note 2: I did not have to worry about the bathroom, I used it in class.


The beads of sweat paved its way across my forehead. The nervous fidgeting and leaning and rocking back and forth, but, there is nothing else to do.


I was in panic mode. In fear that someone might smell it. Might smell me with this odor, dancing around my desk, then making its way around the room, like a mariachi band, in full force, all up in your nostrils.


Once the rest of the class had removed themselves for the next period, I stayed seated. Nervous, as to what to do about this situation.


Long story short, you looked out for me during this breakfast malfunction. I thank you. I hope you and your family win a lottery or something.



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Pondering on Positivity


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Blogging Over Instrumentals – A Random Write “I Can’t Help it” – Michael Jackson

I don’t know what I want anymore. I started out motivated and FIRED UP for world peace, but now, after the survey of the events that have led up to this place in time, it is a lack caring for empowering the planet, the people, the other populations that are also OUTSIDE of the American borders that do exist outside this countries jurisdiction.

All while blogging and coming into this area of typing what is on your mind, I have read from a lot of writer-bloggers that we are “the Greatest nation on Earth”, but, if this is the tag, title, and trophy that we polish daily, let’s turn some things around, shall we?

No country is perfect, and therefore, every country has room to improve and make the proper changes for empowering their societies as need be. As for myself, I feel that certain humans that can see past these sunroofs and drop-tops can add a bit a flare, a dash of flavor to the steady input of what is to be expected from the average citizen – no matter who, what, or where you are.

Leaving race and religion behind for a moment, let me dabble into the thoughts of my library that come from the soul, the spirit that shapes and shifts entire country’s and our planet, if put into action, for something better that can be use and recycled for later cultures and generations that follow.

I have no label towards humans and their race nor religious preferences, because, if education was not the factor of the day, we would both see each other as two beings of similar characteristics. With this idea inside, I have decided to take up the efforts in looking at ways to decrease the poverty and homelessness situation that is hurting commercial and cultural aspects of the global economy. I mean, come on, money makes things happen, so, if you can improve a negative, into a positive, ESPCIALLY from a financial standpoint, then, by all means, the red carpet will be ready for you and your idea. (right?)

I have researched a bit on families and students that are struggling with this poverty issue. This aspect of living from couch to couch, shelter to shelter, there can be something better to assist these individuals and their families. We ARE the greatest country in the world, right?

I started this blog / site for artistic reasons, but, more importantly, I was focused on a cause, a cause that was for ALL humans on this planet of a common idea, because, no matter your R R or R, you are a human here, and that means that things should work and assist you as well, right?

I understand that things happen, and situations do unfold, but, being the greatest country on this planet, we should at least make effort to solve problems and find solutions to issues that are downgrading our global economy from being the best it has EVER has been, in the history of this present culture and generation.

This is just a rant, just like a lot of my previous expressions of freedom and speech, but, I do feel passionate about this effort. If we, America, the self-proclaimed “greatest nation on earth”, can find sustainable, affordable, economical, and beneficial means for solving the country’s homeless problem, the rest of the ladder will follow, or at least try to surpass this – which is best for us all, because we then start the positive competitiveness of finding solutions to the global issue of homelessness.

We have SO much potential here. But, fear, lack of motivation, lack of enthusiasm, lack of effort, lack of support, the fear of being alone, the fear of standing out, the fear of failure, the fear of success, the fear of tomorrow, the art of procrastination, all this shit is a part of my resume (personally), the same resume that holds me back from trying to do the maximum good for others and the country, and the world to making something positive with this shell that I am inside of.

It sucks, but that is the way that things are for me, but, with a solid motivation such as described above, the act / art of assistance and helping others become something better is WAY stronger than the fear of what is within myself. But, things take time, and with perseverance, the art will manifest into something beautiful that only transforms my idea into a cause worth fighting for.

Now, I am not trying to be all “RAWR RAWR RAWR” with this entry, I am just saying, from my own personal levels, I was super motivated to have something to believe in, and that shit is powerful when you put your heart and soul into it, and that is how I was when I began. Now, times have changed and things are different now, but, the art and act of making our planet a positive piece of real estate in this solar system will always be a thriving goal for the following cultures and generations that will follow.

One thing I cannot vibe with, is if a region is stopping the practice of education from its people, or, the art of hurting others through cultural conflicts. We are slowly transforming into a global economy, meaning, what their territory may have, your territory may not offer, but we are willing to do business to make sure the people are alright with that product. We don’t have time for that bull shit fighting and what not. That is so 1980. If we need something, or want something, we find a way to make it happen. If we need assistance, we can rely on our networks to come through and make such efforts easier with their knowledge and expertise behind such category.

This could all be hogwash, or, it could be legit. I am going to strive for something beyond myself, if you can help, FAN-tastic. If not, please, merge to the slow lane.

CubeToobs: The apartment for the Vet, student, or family that needs just that ONE helping hand to lift them over their hurdles. We can do it. We will help you.

Blogazine: Back Cover “Nude in the Distance of a Promenade”

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“Nude in the Distance of a Promenade”

To the human reading this at this very time of your existence, if you do not walk away with anything else from reading the following, just take this message with you, “you are awesome, important, and worth it”.

Blogging in the Rain:

Welp. Damn.

Not really much to say here, my writing is off the rails. The steam is not pumping the engine like it did before.

It is sad. I miss the dramatic approaches of ideas of superior living among a higher power. I really do.

That was my ‘little light of mine’ that was fight with the force of all this planet’s armies combined, because, that is just how passionately I feel about this planet’s foundation and her parental supervision.

This is all that I know.

This is an area of life that I forever and constantly think and ponder about.


“Stroll on a Promenade” (Inspired by the two lovers holding hands and showing that ‘WE LOVE EACH’ public affection – PG-13 style




Yes, yes, I did shout that.

Let the world view me holding your right five.

So what? Love is rare these days

Love, there is nothing to hide

Wear it loudly, show it proudly

I feel like a kid again

Bringing in my item for show and tell


Yes, I would yell. Over and over

Until my point hit the pale.


So, let’s take a stroll by waters so blue

Sand, salt, and sea, I’ll always stroll with you.



“And I want to LOOOOOOVE YOUUUUU,  – – The BEST that, the BEST that I CAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaannn. Awwwwwhhh”

Blogazine: “She’s Going the Distance” – Front Cover

She's Going the Distance


**Warning – is very key that you follow your local / regional traffic laws. Track driving, street driving and solar driving are three different and very complex additions to moving and transporting. Please, drive safely and cautiously at your own risk**

I simply missed blogging like this, so, I wanted to try this approach again.

Creator Motor Speedway: Whoever Your God, The Creator’s Track Never Closes

WELCOME, speedway Kings and Queens to another cosmic competitive competition, I am your host, Frank “Chubbs” Fann, alongside my co-host and 41 time solar system racer enthusiast, Ralph Smucker.

We are here, Live, at the Solar System Speedway, where our reigning champion, undefeated mother of billions, attempts to break yet another record to extend to her winnings, her worth, and her wallet, all being led by her coach, owner, track founder, and team CEO – the big guy himself – (Insert your Deity here).

This is going to be an interesting match-up today, it seems, Team Earth has a new pit crew enforced by over 7.8 billion humans that work to keep her running in tip-top shape every single chance they can get, Ralph.

You are absolutely right, Frank. Earth and her coach has developed this strategy that consists of continuing their positive spirit of working smarter, through working their ideas harder. Every single human being that is inducted into Team Earth’s pit crew and team section has a very special position that caters to the efforts of Earth’s winning streak. Their coach is fierce, but also one that let’s Earth calls the plays as she needs to while on the raceway, I mean, she is the one on the track dueling it out with the various competition, am I right, Ralph?

Yes, you are, Frank. You can find Team Earth practicing, even after the track closes, when the stands are empty, no lights, no nothing are in operation. Her team and crew are out on the track working hard, bring and setting up their own lights, their own machines and devices to test just how fast, how quick, how efficient she is running each and every lap possible. Testing her high end acceleration, to cornering, braking, shifting in the appropriate areas, and energy management through the various climates and track conditions – 24:7:365 a year.

Wow, this team REALLY puts in the effort, huh, Ralph?

Yes they do, Frank. They have to. In order to maintain this type of winning streak and effort of such a high caliber franchise, efforts of working smarter while working their ideas harder is just the tip of what makes these cosmic champions the powerhouses that they are today.

Alright, thank you, Ralph. Now, as the teams line up on pit road, we will be right back after this word from our sponsors…

Are you Pregnant with Greatness?

Do you feel that you are awesome, even when no one else is around?

Did you ever have an idea for a product, to only brush it off, and then discover some time later, your idea that was ‘brushed off’ was “swept up” to make someone else, millions?

Have you found yourself planning for things that seems so far in left field, you laughed out loud to yourself and even had strange looks from others that thought you were crazy?

Don’t you worry, you awesome human. You can consider these ‘mental kicks of inspiration’ from the greatness within you. Once an idea REALLY does decide that it is time for delivery, breath deep, find your happy place, and do work to make it happen.

If ideas had an ultra-sound, what would this reality appear like to you? Until you birth your ideas, you will be forever pregnant with greatness.


‘Flex on the Apex’, Team Earth

“She is always hugging the corning of perfection.”

NAME Blogazine: 8 “I’m Hungry”

I begin this blogazine with the following quotes:

I Love You, and you cannot stop me from doing that

My second quote, comes from an extremely talented, gifted and passionate artist, “Ash”,

I don’t grind for better… I grind for purpose


The New Bloos:  Jazz Men and Backdrop


“Life is like playing a piano. Anyone can attempt to play the Eb’s and Iv’s, mashing random vertebrate together to conjure up sounds and noise. But, your true masters and masseurs of the black and white spine, who take time to learn the placements of sounds, their functions within this spine, their counters, balances, all of the ingredients that makes an amazing jazz pianist, a BOSS from the audience standpoint, are simply outstanding.


How can this be applied to life of our everyday fashions? Well, we have hundreds of thousands of  talented individuals that have focused on their specific traits, tasks, insights, interests, motivations, and pushed on to become the best at what they do.


This is obvious. Look at the greats throughout history. From Sports, to Technology, Mathematics to Astrology, these individuals have carried throughout their existence what it means to push through adversity, through all the doubts, to become the best that they can be.


How can this be applied to the common man. such as you and myself? Yea, we all can dream, but it takes the ‘Do’ to make your actions visual. Maybe, perhaps, the area of focus and instruction over the generation is lacking. If role models are truly impacting future leaders and role models, should we turn around what it looks like to be something positive for another individual?


A role model that has aced their career endeavors and exams to become that dominant, insightful leader within their enterprise.


This is all hog-wash.”


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For the Lover in you (Download and present to your amazing companion. “They’re worth it”


Typing like a Jazz Pianist

**Warning, A few Curse Words**


















The Infinity of Systems: Life is always developing and evolving. 



There are several ways to interpret this piece. Let me lay them out for you.

1. I was not fond ‘Autumn’ being called ‘fall’.

2. I am nervous with numbers, so, if you subtract 1 from 8, there you have it.

3. My emotions operate like the seasons. (multiple personalities from anger to passion to superior love)

4. A (car) battery has two ends of operation, but, without one, there is no ‘other’.

I was recently blessed with motivation, and I have not FULLY put effort in this work, and that is all my fault. But, what I can tell and share with you is this, ‘I CAN NOT STOP’. I do not know what is going to happen with this blog – for my reader, I truly thank you for working with me and staying patient, consistent, and engaged with our efforts. We are learning as we go, and the applications, although hard at times, are being put into operation.

This motivation has come from a near dear friend from Pennsylvania, and this motivation was shared with me, that spark my true inner voice, that spark of motivation that could inspire you.


So here we are. Just a bit of an introduction of to what I am going to begin with. Consider this blogazine, your appetizer.


I hope you are well – my reader – and please, enjoy your weekend.


You are awesome.



Intro still photo


Replogle: “Earth is Yours”



Boppin’ Down the Boulevard:  “Jazz Poetry”


We         are

      hand-in-hand       strolling

  along     the      side-walk        

To-your-porch      be-cause       your

Parents         real-ly-do-not-like-me

      being        around.


  You         enjoy         the             com-pan-ny

Of       us        hand-in-hand    bopping     down

            Your street.
Pull      me       closer.    Let        me

     blanket           your       chills.         3000

Hops      to      your     porch,

A kiss to seal the deal.





If you are on Cyber Dust (the mobile app) Please, say, ‘hello’, or ‘your writing sucks’. All feedback at this point will be filed and used for future writing prompts.

+drivermatt (but I am honestly a passenger)

NAME Blogazine: It’s Bland

Sculpting on a Keyboard: Writing Raw Ideas into a Slab to Sculpt Beautiful Artwork Afterwards

Writing and editing. Is this equivalent to the master sculptor and their medium for sculpting? The writer enters their realm of a keyboard and screen to begin sculpting out a beautiful piece of work that can be read over and over again, and again, by many who follow your work, or just happen to be passing by. WordPress is merely an art gallery of keyboard sculptors. 


What I See when I View Our Planet: Quick Bursts of Statements

Working on people skills and understanding the art of conversation is very vital in the digital age. It is very easy to expression 140 characters of opinions and ideas, but once you attempt to make the effort from tablet to table, you enter the minor leagues of society.

Imagination is cool and all, but it will not pay rent, student loan payments, or supply a reasonable type of a future for yourself – if your tactics are mine.”

I see a planet that is capable of being understood overtime. In a sincere form and fashion of science, adaptations, roles, rules, regulations and recoveries regarding natural events and phenomena.

If we were destined to travel to other planets, what is holding this motion back – besides the facts of funding, machinery, mechanics of operation, and their navigators?

Earth is merely one planet within a room on a table. And, on this table, you have other planets that we (might) may be able to explore one day. From this table, we have shelves that hold other systems and planets that make up their own existences and realities.

All of this is from within a room. A room within a building. A building that may be housing several other rooms with the same exact situation as our room that you see above.

Maybe this building Is surrounded by other buildings that house every other possibility that OUR room above could imagine. For example, Our room here, it has tan walls. Let’s say, that the building next door has purple walls. Could we be under just one aspect of the universe’s potential chance of operation?

What does this mean for nature and natural events? Of the gods and the deities that we humans have crafted up over centuries? The science of a planet and the people who understand it? What is going on here? I know the issue is not ‘out there’, but ‘right here’, and with guidelines of a culture established so deeply, is it possible to view things differently here?

In short, your race, region, and religion should not counter an effort such as achieving means of planetary stature and understanding, should it?

NAME:  Apology

The motivations that drawn me to begin this writing adventure are a mixed catalog of emotions.

A lot of you are blessed and understand the functions of a planet that you are specifically involved in. There are various – as it seems to me – models and methods that cater to every region’s operation within this planet.

For me, finding a place to belong, truly looking for something to believe in, to truly have a passion for that extends to my experience and continuous attempts for understanding what is the ACTUAL operative plan and goal of a society that is being driven by the continuous evolution of a human species.

How is it possible, that we live among such a closely-connected technological generation, but have not mastered the art of human understanding – going back to our founding principles “no matter your race, region, or religion” – that has been built and designed by our past ancestral family members, who were not blessed to experience this moment of our educational and technological advancements, that allows us to be heavily informed, educated, and enlightened at any given moment within any given subject matter.

I apologize. I apologize to you, reader. This site has done the complete opposite of what it was supposed to be, what it was supposed to set out and do – from an artistic angle and expression. I will say, that I am not upset at all, but, in all honesty with you, I get these….these little urges of frustration and pinned up energy from all the confusion and ways of a system at hand that can be improved for all people, from all walks of life. But, as I mentioned earlier, it seems to all boil down to the art of the label of a human, their race, region, and religion.


This hurdle is as high as the heavens, so it seems. I ask for understanding.

NAME Blogazine [ISS. 4.5] Unorganized Editorial Edition

Welcome, skirts and slacks, to another NAME blogazine. I am Frank, one of the writers behind this blog. We had a suggestion to begin things off in a motivational / shout-out / intro to begin, so here, let me try my best to mold the mood for you all here.


“SO! Uh, could you all pause, please. Dearest, Father (s). As we all stand around this boardroom, eyes low, mind clear, ready to begin, I just want to say thanks. You’re a real cool dude, but harsh when you have to be. I ask that you keep everyone safe, focused, and driven to do whatever it is that they do in respects to business, commerce, family, and hobby. “It don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swing”. So, assist those that work and hustle towards efforts they bring.




The Linda Hill Bill – Audiences

The Tambourine Drummer – A Count Basie Audition

Blogging on a Racetrack

1 Driver, 5 Conversations

Frank’s Notes



Panhandler Problems

Intersection Perspectives: Story of a Panhandler

I pull up to an intersection, and see two panhandlers. I do not know their stories, their situation, or how long they have been there, but I see them both holding signs in public. I see a police officer walk pass one of the panhandlers, and detains / arrests (I am not sure) the other panhandler. I do not know if this particular panhandler was disturbing traffic, passers-by on the sidewalk, or was asked to leave already do to some circumstance before I arrived at the intersection, I do not know. The setting is deeper than this – #TheSouth – and I have been at odds at how to comprehend it.



The following editorial was inspired by a fantastic writer around the way:


The Linda Hill Bill on Audiences (The Follower, Fan, and The Fanatic)

In honesty, I do not take this as seriously as I did in the past. To the ‘audience’ that lines up and attends these readings, I literally give them the “robotic shopping check out experience”. I do not feel the same energy that I once had, when I was hoping to understand my place and understanding in this world, in this society. My personal struggles that I battle with are different than my neighbors, heck, different from a lot of people. BUT, that is also something that we all share, collectively – that we all have our own personal struggle(s) that we are working with / dealing with / going through.


Interaction with the readers: This is where I slack off horribly. I mean, I am literally a multi-person team when I step up to the keyboard (sometimes). One day, I could be ready to record an album or something, then the next, I am this dude that does not want to even look at the blog – BUT WHY? WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING? – I say to myself.


It all boils down to my passion and pursuit, as well as positivity towards the one thing that I honestly feel like I left within this nomadic shuffle. This entity of the web was crafting with one idea in mind – basically, to prove a past bully that this operation that we are under – here, on Earth – is under strict, orderly operation that has been crafted by divine genius and opportunity (but, hey, these are just my opinions – after the fact of understanding that term)


Blogging felt right to me in the start of this entity, now, the opposite. I never run out of ideas of words to present, but that chief idea, that chief goal and motivation was something I feared (and still do – which has spawned another idea regarding this topic) to the point I slowly left it alone.


I am the silent reader. I am the silent follower. I am the one who reads works and never says anything. Some people can blurt out anything they want on a whim – I used to be the same, but our words and the comments they mean something for that reader – whether positive or negative.


In short, *I am that person to the left, 4 rows back, snacking hard on popcorn. I am the fan, the follower, and the fanatic of blogging writers.

*Edits: I was going to use radio stations here, and involve how calling in means that you are a fan and want to leave shout outs and holla and yell and just go wild with that energy you have. But, I changed it to what you have just read above.



Count Basie Audition Song List- “You Find a Seat, You Read this Blog, You Clap, Then You Leave”

The following are song titles that represent me through my instrument of choice – The Tambourine Drum.


  1. I’m stingy.
  2. I hold back a lot of my thoughts and emotions.
  3. I just wanted to have fun talking about Earth, her Father, and how we all live on Earth together, so we should get this right.
  4. I feel that many of the ideas I have are self-damaging, and play with my perspective towards the real world
  5. I lost basic functions of social etiquette due to my situation within societies structure
  6. I am a big ******** kid and I pooped over past endeavors that may have worked out for me – positively – in the past.
  7. I look / perceive / view the world sideways, which makes my entire demeanor seem “WTF is he doing?”
  8. I write publicly because I know I have a few readers, but this is something I do not write on a serious bit – especially now.
  9. The motivations behind some of these writings come from outside sources and motivations of other writers and their styles of expressions
  10. Im lazy.


Blogging on a Model Racetrack:

Seriously, I think it is. We travel these keys over and over and over again, all in race mode for the ‘publish’ line. We all hit pit road for fuel, tire changes, a quick alignment to better meet the specifications of the track for the day, or how well you are working your racecar, but your blog is more than entering keys. You are traveling with your fingers for that prize of successfully finishing out your post, whatever it may be. It is your world inside the rectangle of the screen and keyboard. You are the driver. You are the team. You are the pit crew. You are the team owner. It is your world when blogging behind the screen in the WordPress World Championship.


Side Note:

Which brings me to the idea of hosting a “Bloggers Rally”. For a specific week that everyone can agree on, you have – over the span of 8 days – a daily set limit of words to type, on literally anything that you want. But, we will be covering a lot of pages, because, at the end of this rally, we ALL will have completed a 30,000 word entry across the computer screen. You, your co-pilot (the keyboard), your vehicle (your computer) and the drive, endurance, and focus to complete each daily leg with the required word count.

Any topic works – no matter your background. From foodie to fashion, music to medicine, the key for each day is to finish. Period. It would AMAZING to have one team that has entered to have their book published and logged into our own section of a WordPress archive – under the rally’s name. We do this each year – or maybe make it seasonal, however the crowd feels for it – and just do our thing behind the keyboard. Here is a quick outline of the first rally idea:

Day 0: Pre-Launch (words covered – 0)

Day 1: Launch (words 0 to 5,500 words) 5,500 words covered

Day 2: (5,500 words to 10,880 words) 5,380 words covered

Day 3: (10,880 words to 14,095 words) 3,215 words covered

Day 4: (14,095 words to 21,000 words) 6,905 words covered

Day 5: (21,000 words to 24,400 words) 3,400 words covered

Day 6: (24,400 words to 28,000 words) 3,600 words covered

Day 7: (28,000 words to 30,000 words) 2,000 words covered

Day 8: Celebrate, Awards, etc



1 Driver, 5 Conversations

When you try to be somewhat sane in a mind that is constantly thinking about events and ideas that matter nothing of the liking, you really do suppress your inner personalities and characters. For example, I feel like I could embody at least 5 different humans, on a daily basis. But is this correct in this day in age?

For example, I quote lines from movies, songs, old plays from college (rarely)  and these events are special to me, they bring back happy times when I was more care-free, more inward focused on individuals and their emotions, rather than how society can suck out their child-like behaviors and trade them in for a suit of anger and chaos and negativity and BILLS – mymy, the bills.


I remember when I would be ready to have fun, enjoy the people and the scene of the moment. Not anymore, I don’t know what happened – inwardly – that defunked my personality from being that high-time, rolling rocker that was quick to say, “fuck it” and just help out when needed, or pulled over on the side of the road – safely, from a far enough distance to ENSURE the other party that I mean no harm, only to help, ask if assistance is needed – to ask random strangers if they needed a lift to a local fuel station or water for their radiator. With more separations tearing our world apart more and more rapidly, the human connection is – for me – dwindling away…. Sadly.

To Frank, Ted, Craig, Maxwell, and Marcineo – I love you dudes, even though you are not allowed to come out and play.



Author’s Note:

Well, Frank, what can you say about this week’s write up?

WELL, I am happy you asked. I will say this, the team is starting to understand that this is exactly what you want to make it. We still are holding back – A LOT – but we are definitely are moving forward, feeling a bit more relaxed behind the screen and keys. To be completely honest with you, this feels so new. For a lot of us, which is strange. We have worked here for what, 2+ years? Now, every time we want to write something, it feels like the keys are in another language or something.


What about topics? Are you struggling in this department?

Not… so… much….. Naw….. No. Although, there are roads never travelled before within this blogazine that might make interesting, off the objective board tasks list.


Plans for next week?

A new theory. That is all I can say, we are still putting things together as far as information, presentation properties, and a theme.