Archive for April, 2008

Winning Attitude Comes From Within

One thing I rarely discuss on this blog is my experience in selling and closing deals mostly because I became disgusted with the way most money blogs operate on line. You know the deal – you plaster endless ads all over your blog and pray for people to click them so you can make .05 cents. Then you focus your content and hone in on keywords trying to follow the advice of “experts” who will teach you how to do it efficiently. Hasn’t it crossed your mind that these experts are just wanting your traffic so that you may click their ads? Overall, it’s a very poor way to make money. Most bloggers make like $100.00 per year, but many lie about those figures so they will seem more successful than they are. I hope this article will help you understand something that can help you in many ways – not just for making money, but in life as well.

Money Attracts Money?

In the summer of 2004, I was working as a bartender in the Grand Casino Resort swimming pool cabana. It was the highest paying job I have ever had for the short time I worked there. I made $27,000.00 in tips alone – in four months! I learned some unusual lessons about money while working there. We had this gigantic glass tip bucket sitting on top of the bar. A regular sized tip jar would have been far too small.

The first busy day we had there, the tip jar was filled to the top in cash. It was so full, it was obscene. It was rude, tacky and was in every customer’s face. The three bartenders (myself included), left with over $500.00 each that day. Our manager told us she thought (yes, I had a female manager who was one of the best I have ever had – her name was Ruth Crane) that the tip jar was offensive to her. She asked us to empty it into a bag when it got so full so we wouldn’t have this insanely money stuffed beast in everyone’s faces.

So, the next day, we did just that. We were actually busier that day than the day before. We emptied the colossal cash bucket just as she had asked. I left work with $90.00 that day – ouch! I took in over $17,000.00 but only made $90.00 in tips – Strange indeed. Why was that? It seemed logical that an empty tip jar would attract lots of tips…right? No, it doesn’t work like that, or so we thought. We talked to the manager and told her what happened. She agreed that if it hurt our tip rate, we should go back to putting the overstuffed jar back up – shoving it in everyone’s faces. We did just that and our tip rates exploded through the roof!

Attitude Was The Real Reason

Was the tip jar being packed or empty the real cause of success or failure – or was something else at work? I suspected it was something else. I talked it over with the other bartenders and we decided to try something based on my suspicion. I thought, because we had that huge tip jar out, loaded with cash, it affected our attitudes during work. We got used to seeing all that money and were much friendlier and enthusiastic with our customers.

We started keeping the tip jar completely empty at all times, but paid attention to our attitudes and customer service 100% more. We pumped each other up and kept ourselves excited throughout the day having loads of fun. We learned to make even more massive amounts of money without even noticing how much we had made. We depended on ourselves, not that tip jar. I earned the well deserved nickname, “Cabana Bobby” because I loved my job so much. It was lots of fun. I worked wearing comfortable shorts and a tank top, looking at girls in bikinis all day – all while making great money.

It’s definitely not that money attracts money. A winning, enthusiastic and positive attitude is what really attracts money. This really defines what people think of as the “law of attraction”. Originally, this idea comes from ancient India. It is a concept from Hinduism, which is by the way, the oldest known religion. I have studied similar ideas from my life long study of yoga and it’s inherent philosophies. I am just now beginning to truly understand what I learned.

Although my blog is not about how to make money, I thought this cool little story might be beneficial to anyone, regardless of what kind of blog or website you have. True success and a winning attitude really does come from within. We proved that working in this simple job. We learned that we had been depending on that full jar to make us money, while the real solution was inside ourselves. It’s really amazing to think about.

It Comes From Within

My wonderful friend Morgan, told me that when looking for love, we must look within to find it. I wanted to thank her because she has really helped me on numerous occasions. Though this money making example is not about love – the same principle is at work. The answers truly do come from within, in every area of life. It’s so cool how someone can say such a little thing that has a huge, resonating effect. It has helped me piece together many things I already know, but didn’t truly understand. You see, we made huge money without looking for it. It’s much like people saying you find love when you’re not looking for it. Life is just funny that way.

I believe it has a lot to do with being relaxed internally and not being desperate. You must be at peace with yourself inside. If you’re not, people notice – maybe only subconsciously, but it does have a powerful effect on your attitude and how people perceive you. Your personal vibe is more powerful than you may believe. You must learn to be aware of it and how to control it – from within.

Just for your information, the Grand Casino resort was destroyed by hurricane Katrina. The storm lifted the gargantuan casino up and slammed it onto the middle of highway 90 in Gulfport, Mississippi. It was an absolutely unbelievable sight to behold. I thought I would show you some awesome pictures of the casino. I live only around 7 miles from this location. I am a hurricane Katrina survivor.

Grand Casino before and after Katrina

Grand Casino before and after Katrina

Above left is before the storm, right is after. Note how all the trees were annihilated

The casino pictures are from Tullis Trees.org

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Lucid Nightmare – Devoured By Cannibal

It is better to fall among crows than flatterers; for those devour only the dead — these the living.” — Antisthenes (444-371 BC).

It was a lazy Thursday afternoon and I felt the curtains of deep slumber calling out to me. I had been trying all week to have a lucid dream, particularly one filled with soul blistering terror. My pineal gland was pulsating with a maddening vibration—psychic visions bubbling out of my eye sockets—an indigo plasma cloud obstructing my view of the television.

I had been watching Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, which features my future wife, Natalie Portman. Natalie hasn’t met me yet, though I have sent her 172 unanswered letters and am president of her fan club. I thought my eyes were open, but things felt strange. The movie seemed to have an altered story line.

The echoes of thunder rolled through my bones causing my flesh to undulate atop it’s connective fascia. I noticed the cool scent of sapphire rain as the storm approached – pure blackness ensued. I wasn’t quite sure if I was asleep or in a dreamlike state. I kept feeling I was going to see something I shouldn’t: something evil. My heart was stomping and I had trouble sucking air into my lungs.

I believed my eyes were open and could see my arms though my face felt buried in humid pillow. I couldn’t move. I struggled with all my might but couldn’t twitch a single muscle…WHO’S THERE? My arms were broken—twisted into a strangled knot of sickness—pinned beneath my sleeping corpse. I was shredded road kill, ripped into muscular blood knots, imploded within it’s inside out. Through a morbid cleft, my left arm protruded from my chest; but I sat up, floating above myself. I stood perpendicular to the centerline of my own consciousness. I purposefully rode upon the backs of each blood cell—soaring through the labyrinth of vascular tunnels and lymphatic caves. WHO’S THERE? I convulsed almost breaking my contorted neck—muscles paralyzed—splattered like a carcass on the windshield of my bed.

Deadness. Silence. I asphyxiated in this vacuum of emptiness, too weak to live. I was dead. Something was near, I could feel it’s presence. I heard him speak, “You must breathe . . . breathe or you will die for real.”

I panicked, unable to move—my heart a frozen stone—wrenched in the pit of my trembling chest. I was a naked newborn infant. A man dressed in black held me by the leg, carrying me to death. I saw my cold blue skin in the mirror as he walked viciously towards an open door. He gazed upon me, a wicked smile carved into his face. He growled, “Die you putrid fucking maggot,” and tossed my freshly born body onto a scraming nest of fire ants. Pain. Soul scorching pain. My tender milky flesh devoured by the bloodthirsty horde, thousands of scarlet beasts crawling, shrouding me in tortuous misery. I could see him through a dusty window, kneeling before the half eaten child. He doused the baby in kerosene and dropped a lit match—the carcass engulfed in blistering crimson flame. The stench of roasted pork infiltrated my dilated nostrils, my stomach quivered yet I could not gag. I had fallen through the icy sheets of consciousness, drowning in hellish terror.

cannibal

cannibal

The cannibal sat by a stone wall and ate my blood drenched remains, washing it down with a cold beer. He cleaned every fiber of meat from the grisly rib cage, filling his belly with tender charred flesh. He said in a regal tone, “May the force be with you.”

I awakened on the kitchen floor, saliva drizzling down my face. The blood flow in both arms had been choked off and I couldn’t push myself up from the cold floor. AARGGHHH . . . I madly gasped for breath, finally sucking air into my nearly collapsed lungs. I climbed to my feet and staggered into the bathroom. My face was bluish-red, blood trickling from my nose all over my chest. I rolled over and opened my eyes—still in bed—pillow soaked in sweat. I had only been asleep for 7 minutes. What a nightmare it was . . . I shall never forget it.

*The insane picture is Nightmare Alley 6 by DAV.

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The True Love Tag

I was tagged by Marzie with the True Love Tag and thought it to be important for me to do. I am so lazy with tags and only have 17,349 more to catch up!

  • What does true love mean to you?

Love is more than anything I could ever write or describe. It is the most important idea, feeling, intention or act any person can have or give. Love is in essence, the solution to every problem facing our lives. Without love, life is not worth living. It is also about risking yourself emotionally – risking everything for someone. You must take that chance to have true love.

  • How do you know you’re really in love?

I fall in love very easily, which is my biggest fault. When I can surrender, depending on someone and they reciprocate – I will have found my true love. It is elusive but I have faith I will find it.

  • How many times in your life have you fallen in love?

Far too many to count. I just haven’t found the right woman!

  • Have you ever fallen out of true love because you were mad at the moment?

No.

  • Do you feel love and physical attraction are the same thing?

No. Both must exist for it to work.

  • If your true love became ill or disfigured would you continue to love them the same way?

Yes. If you really love someone, you will do anything for them – especially in moments of despair.

  • Should anyone else be able to tell you who to love or not love?

No. However, sometimes they are right – so I will listen to wise advice and make my own choice.

  • Do you believe people that ended up divorced were ever truly in love?

Sure. People do change and things happen. Love is worth the risk.

  • Would you give up something you want for someone you love?

I would do anything for love.

  • If you truly love someone do you feel it should be unconditional?

Absolutely with total conviction.

I tag the following people, do it if you wish:

Menopauseprincess, Morgan, Paula, Christy, Tish

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Fox News is Un-American

I was driving last week, listening to Fox News Radio – a place where you get to hear the true intent of their inexcusable agenda. They discuss things in such a way that it could never fly on the televised version. Actually, this post will show you what I heard on three separate broadcasts over the period of a week.

I can’t throw all the blame on Fox as there are many affiliates involved, but most are under the umbrella of Rupert Murdoch’s News Corporation. What I heard made me sick to my stomach.

  • I was listening to The Schnitt Show, a popular right wing program. The announcer said several horrible things about Muslims and the people of Iraq. The phrase ended with, “The only good Muslim is a dead Muslim,” which was followed by sound effects and a climactic swoosh to provide the common radio style exclamation point. It then went to a commercial. I was appalled by the statement and was slightly misled. I had to listen for several more minutes to realize that it was a recording of someone who had previously called in to give an opinion; however, the announcer did not renounce the statement.
  • On another day, I heard an interview with a Muslim. They announced that this guy represented all Muslims and this was our chance to truly understand what they are all about. The guy went on and on about how all Americans and Christians must be killed. He said that nothing can or ever will stop them from killing all of us. He said that all Muslims are part of this extremism. The ones who don’t openly admit it are really just waiting for them to take true advantage in global terror. I thought I was really hearing something true. It was riveting and extremely disturbing. The guy had a thick mid-eastern accent and sounded quite convincing. It made me wonder for a moment about my many Muslim friends. In the last minute of the program, the main announcer said, “This was not a real interview with a real Muslim! This was an actor who was simply portraying how Muslims really are – to show the world how Muslims really think and plot against Americans.” Needless to say, I was disgusted. How dare they play such garbage on public media. Muslims are not the enemy. Terrorism and corrupted governments are the real enemies.
  • Finally, I heard a guy go on and on about the demise of white America. He said, “Be afraid. The extinction and oppression of white people is here and very strong. White people are being fooled into voting for people who will allow the minorities to take over. Their agenda is to destroy the last vestige of what it means to be white.” Is Fox operated by the KKK? It sure sounds like it.

This is why I will no longer watch or listen to Fox news whether it be on TV or the radio. News Corporation is the most powerful news corporation on Earth. They own American Idol and My Space just to name a few of their products. It should be illegal for a corporation dealing in news to own so many other media outlets. Even if nobody watched Fox news, they can still afford to run 24-7 and shove it down our throats. Think for yourself and do not allow yourself to be fooled by this tripe.

I am pissed off about how news is handled by the media giants. I appreciate the very few people who have the fearless attitude such as Lou Dobbs from CNN. I have been told I am Un-American for bashing our government. Make no mistake – I am proud to be American. I am not proud of our corrupt leaders and politicians.

You want to know what is truly Un-American? War is Un-American. The Iraq war is Un-American. Ignorantly accepting the 9-11 commission findings is absolutely Un-American. George W. Bush is Un-American. I keep hearing this argument that if we pull out of Iraq, we are basically announcing defeat. This is the most childish and ludicrous statement I have ever heard. Wars cannot be won – they only demonstrate pure weakness and cowardice. It is time for the world to realize that humankind can get by without war.

Wherever we are headed, one thing is for sure: I am unafraid of terrorists. I am also unafraid to question the intentions of our leaders. I just hope the media can grow the balls to question our leaders without fear. We bloggers are the new media and we are a powerful force. Our power has just begun! People from all over the world are beginning to see through the bullshit and I am here doing my part – as a very proud American. I am also proud to be a human being from the planet Earth. We are all one people.

We should all be proud of our own heritage, but never forget that we are equals. When I hear someone say America is number 1, it bothers me. It’s like saying all other countries and people are not number 1. No one nation is number 1 – we are all in this life together and should see ourselves as part of a whole, not as separate entities.

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Bobby’s Batch #12 – My Date With a Deceptive Lying Witch

There are only two things I know for sure:

1. I have dated many bizarre women with ulterior motives; some so strange, it seems like an impossibility of purely abstract fiction. I hope to meet one normal woman who doesn’t lie, cheat, steal, do drugs, have unprotected sex with numerous partners, hide extra children in the back room or have other boyfriends. Is that too much to ask for?

2. I will eventually die.

After my previous post of heartbreaking sadness, I felt I should explain a little. I am not sad or depressed in any way. I am however frustrated. Hey, you would cry too if you dated these people. I have dated the most mentally unstable women on Earth – just by chance. It’s like I won the deceptive lying witch lottery…read on:

Deceptive Lying Witch

Deceptive Lying Witch

One need look no further than the last woman I dated. Last month, I met a very nice woman who works as a bank teller. It started with a little flirtatious conversation and one of her coworkers telling me how single she was. I thought there was no way for her to be as bad as the last date I had – that really would be impossible.

We went out to dinner a few times, having much fun and some great conversation. When going on a date, I am like a boxer with a powerful defense. I test her intentions, looking for common signs of one who lies and so forth. I’ve been through hell, thus I do not allow myself to fall for someone very easily. I am completely honest and will lie under no circumstance. I used to lie a little (ok, maybe a lot), but learned from my mistakes. Nothing is worse than to be called out on a big fat lie.

She asked me over to her house for dinner. I was extremely apprehensive; however, I accepted. I had faith that she might really be nice and honest. She made it clear that she was truly interested in me. She tended to agree with everything I said. Every opinion I had about life, politics, relationships – she seemed to be in complete agreement with. That bothered me a little. I like people who will disagree with me and stand up for their own beliefs. It remained on my mind but I chose to let it slide, thinking I was over-analyzing her.

I arrived at her home around 7:00 pm. She answered the door in spandex, aerobic exercise apparel, covered in sweat stains. She smelled quite aromatic. She told me that because dinner was almost ready, she would not take a shower beforehand. I told myself, “It’s no big deal.” Then, I met her seven year old daughter, who she failed to tell me about. That was also fine with me – I didn’t mind at all. I don’t care if she has kids, I just prefer her to tell me about them. She had told me that she didn’t.

Things were a bit uncomfortable. I could sense something strange about to happen…lol. I kept telling myself, “It’s all in your head…stop freaking out.” The back door opened and in walked a strange man covered in automotive grease. He scowled at me and gave me a very sarcastic half-smile.

My date said, “Bobby, this is my boyfriend, Jake (not his real name). Jake, meet my new friend Bobby.”

Yay! She has a boyfriend – just as I had hoped…NOT. Jake rolled his eyes and then washed up for dinner. She whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry. Jake goes to work at midnight. Then we’ll be alone.”

How great was this situation? I get to spend five grueling hours with her and Jake – my idea of a fantastic date. I was really looking forward to getting to know Jake. I wanted to ask him, “So…does it bother you that your girlfriend brings dates home to meet you? How often do you have sex with her? Can I watch? Are you insane? Do you have herpes? Have you two been on the Jerry Springer show?”

I said, “Wow…my contact lens is really hurting my eye. Let me run out to my car and get my lens case so I can take this thing out.”

I ran to my car, hopped in and drove off…BYE-BYE. I immediately turned my cell phone off so she (or Jake) couldn’t call me. Whew…I felt like I just survived a war. Though this date was bizarre and extremely unusual, it’s the second time the exact same thing happened. That’s right! It has happened before. The last time, it was also with a woman who worked in a bank. The only difference is that she had a husband and a boyfriend – both of whom were at her house (I live in the twilight zone)! This is why I am so careful about who I date.

Next time, I will have my friend Vladamir (the KGB operative pictured above) administer my date a polygraph examination along with an entire array of tests, such as one for sexually transmitted diseases. I will also do a criminal background test. All of this must be completed before we go out…hahahahaha.

Enough is enough…get to the f*cking links already!

  • Whiteboy Style – My friend Ed Philly has his handmade site rolling again after a short hiatus. If you’re in the mood for some “Offensive Humor at it’s best”, be sure to pay him a visit. Ed wrote his site from scratch using HTML – WOW…what a rare thing these days!
  • At Goes To Salem: Emila‘s beautiful artwork of a cat named At. She actually gave it to someone for free. Emila is a wonderful person and spectacular artist.
  • Expelled: Setu‘s very weird tale. It defies categorization – falling between nightmare, hallucination and bizarre reality. If you enjoy cool short stories, this one is a must read.
  • Story Game – The Adventures of Marie Cambridge – Marie and Her Ex: Teeni‘s multi-authored short story with a sarcastic and wicked ending. I really enjoyed it.
  • I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For Ice Creme: also from Teeni. She shows you how to make ice-creme without using milk. She says it came out quite delicious. It must be good because all women know good ice-creme when they get it (especially chocolate)…hehe.
  • Our Love Story: Marzie‘s heartwarming story of true love. She and her husband prove that it is possible to find the right person and live happily ever after. It is this kind of story that gives hope to those of us who haven’t…yet (like me)!
  • “Save” yourself first!: Yasmine‘s must read article about religious hypocrisy and how all of us can rise above it. Very thought provoking.
  • The Most Compelling Blockbuster: Sean Rasmussen‘s inspiring article that all of us should read…it’s fantastic. While you’re there, be sure to download his free e-book, Mindset Mastery. He put a lot of work into it and it is well worth reading.
  • Lies At the Top: American, Iraqi & Afghan Casualties Not Counted: Euroyank reveals some extremely disturbing truths in how casualties are actually counted in the current war. You must read this.
  • 5 Tips to optimize your site for Search Engines: Madhur Kapoor presents 5 basic tips to help you optimize your site.
  • How to repair MySQL Tables: Also from Madhur. I found this gem looking through his archives. A solid, step by step guide for repairing your wordpress MySQL tables.
  • How to extract names and email addresses from your WP database: Andy Bailey‘s very useful article about how to derive names and email addresses from your WordPress database. It’s complete in detail and easy to understand.
  • Why don’t they understand?: Also from Andy. This features some hilarious problems he ran into repairing computers. While you’re there, enter his new contest.
  • Striking the Right Balance Between Family and Business: Todd Morris wrote this positive article about striking that right balance.
  • What’s Wrong With “The Secret”: Todd Morris pointed me to this article that I found interesting. It’s about the movie “The Secret”. Check it out.
  • The Secret – Exposing The Truth and How it was Conceived: This is an article I wrote (that’s right, I’m promoting myself) about “The Secret”. Don’t get me wrong, there is some useful information in the movie. It was however, designed to make millions for the author – never forget that.
  • Computer Humor: My new friend Dunn compiled some very funny computer humor in this post. Go get yourself some comic relief.

*The witch is Pamela Kempthorne.

*The polygraph picture is from Polygraph Training.

* I love both of these pictures.

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Storm of Tears

I was driving along the beach last night and decided to stop for a little while. I took my shoes off and walked down to the water’s edge and sat down. I never go to the beach anymore, especially at night, as it reminds me of my an ex-girlfriend. It was warm, but a nice balmy breeze rolled across my face as I stared into the starry sky.

I thought about my life. I thought about how I had to sever ties with so many friends the past few years. Nearly every friend I’ve ever had has either moved away , died, gone to prison or are drug addicts. I don’t judge people for using drugs and I have used them myself. I grew up and no longer do things like that. If someone is using drugs and especially if they carry them around in their pockets, I cannot be their friend. I’ve seen many of my friends go to prison and many have died from them; however, I can and will help any of them if they want it. As I looked into the sky, I felt relieved that I am strong enough to make wise decisions no matter how much they hurt.

I watched shrimp boats off in the distance and felt a sadness in my heart. I realized how alone I am in my life. I have my family and my blogging buddies – that’s all I have. I was thinking about how many people I know who are happily married with families and how they celebrate life. My life is so different than theirs. It’s extremely difficult to not be bitter when people have wonderful relationships – while your own life is filled with rejection and unbelievable disappointments.

Imagine that you’re starving and someone is telling you about their new house, new sports car and how they just ate a huge meal – all the while, you’re sick and stomach is extremely empty. Imagine being poor and unable to buy your children a toy. Someone then tells you about how they received endless Christmas gifts. You tell them how wonderful it must be for them – inside you are in pain, holding back a storm of tears. Bitterness is like fire, it engulfs your soul and fills you with sadness. It can destroy your life.

Storm of Tears

Storm of Tears

I choose to not be bitter. I choose to not allow myself to feel bad because someone has a great life. Instead, I will celebrate with them. I congratulate them and truly mean what I say. I choose to not hold sadness in my heart. So I sat thinking all this while staring into the midnight sky. The place that used to bring me pain and only remind me of lost love has taken on new meaning. I feel like I am just starting to love my life and myself. I felt tears well up and one trickled down my cheek. At that very moment, a shooting star blazed across the heavens. I wished that I would find my soul mate – someone to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t necessarily believe in such wishes, but that shooting star came at such a strange time. I sat there crying, sitting in the sand. It started to rain soon after, and I cried even more. It seemed that every drop of rain were tears from the bottom of my soul. Lightning struck the water and tentacles of electric fire danced across the waves. I smiled and awaited the thunder.

The lightning picture is from Moonsheep.

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My Criticism of Literary, Artistic and Musical Criticism

I read a mind shredding amount of literary critique and writing tips oriented blogs this week. I found most of them to be uninspired and in many cases, detrimental to artistic creation. It’s so funny that I found myself seeing the same things I’ve read from any form of criticism or artistic self-help – a bunch of useless opinionated elitism. There are some good ones out there, but aren’t easy to find.

It can be a daunting task to know the difference between solid, constructive criticism and bad advice. Sometimes, a solid critique can bring you to reality, and pop your bubble – so to speak. Just because someone has a college education, does not guarantee they can or will give a beneficial critique. An education does not mean they are a great writers themselves. I love to draw parallels to martial arts. If a person is a 9th degree black belt in Karate, does it mean they can actually fight? Absolutely not. I love the guys who have the words “Karate Master” written across the back of their uniforms. A real master would never have such things written on his uniform. Be careful picking a teacher in anything, especially on the Internet.

A critic is someone with an opinion, supposedly based on their knowledge of a subject, but is really based on what that person likes, or was taught to like. The first time I heard classical music, I liked it. I didn’t have a teacher explain why classical music is good, but I knew it was; I could hear the complexity, logic and wondrous beauty. In college, I studied music, and had a teacher try to shape or change my opinion by telling me why popular music, such as rock, was insignificant noise and deserved no recognition. The same is true of many literary teachers and critics. They will try to teach you how to have a cultured, sophisticated opinion, which is on a much higher level than that of a normal person. I changed my major because of it and taught myself.

I learned that most of my teachers had an extremely limited scope of artistic expression. If you are a stuffy, sophisticated and highly educated person who believes their conception of what is good is more valid than someone who isn’t, you are really just an arrogant human being who does more harm than good. It is very possible to be highly educated and still love B-grade horror flicks with no plot or love comic books.

You cannot tell someone what to like or what is good. I appreciate nearly all literature, but it is all different – much like movies are. The worst, most boring movie I have ever seen in my entire life was “The English Patient”, which won nine academy awards in 1997, including best picture. I understand why the film is supposed to be a masterpiece, but it is still uninspired and boring to me. Please, criticize me for saying that. Of course it is only my opinion – I don’t like long, boring movies.

If a musician studies music in college, let’s say, in classical guitar performance, that person will most likely end up an incredibly limited musician in the long run. I have a friend who has a master’s degree in that very curriculum, but can only play music that is written on paper. He cannot play other forms of music such as jazz, blues, funk, reggae or rock – and especially cannot freely improvise in every style. Some musicians play by ear, some play what is written. A real musician can do both.

Though I do not have a degree in music, he takes lessons from me and has for the last two years. I know how to read music and can perform many classical and baroque pieces, but that is just one tiny part of what I do. I see writing the same way.

What If Writers Were Like Classical Musicians

This is an interesting subject to contemplate. What if a writer said, “I can rewrite any Shakespeare work from start to finish. I can also recite it aloud, with expressive and dramatic passion…from memory.”

My answer is, “So what.”

It’s like saying you can repaint “The Mona Lisa” or can play Bach’s “Bourrée in E minor” on a piano. It does require skill and practice, but it isn’t art, it is imitation. It’s much like performing a complex classical piece from start to finish. The problem is, you didn’t create it. Performing something someone else wrote is not a matter of talent, but a matter of drive, perseverance and natural physical or mental ability. To write your own music is where the art is. Many writers do similar things. Some writers love the works of Jane Austen and can write in a similar voice and structure. Some authors have based their entire careers on trying to be her, instead of finding their own voice and style. Some of them have even become famous doing just that!

The point is, no one artist, author, poet, computer programmer or blogger is any more valid than any other – it depends on what you like. I have every bit as sophisticated perception as anyone else, but I also love popular literature, music and art; as well as obscure, unusual music and so forth. I love music such as underground death metal as well as Bach or John Coltrane. Famous classical guitarist Andres Segovia said that electric guitar and rock music was painful to his ears and disgusting to hear. Compare a modern guitar master like Joe Satriani or Stevie Ray Vaughn to Andres Segovia. Who is better? They are all good. One thing is for sure, Stevie Ray Vaughn would decimate Andres in a live blues Jam!

Everything is Valid and Relevant

All art, literature and music is valid and none should be put on a pedestal and thought of as more important than another. Guitarist Joe Satriani by comparison has vastly more knowledge of music than Segovia ever did, but because he plays rock, will never be held in as high regard. It is purely genre bias.

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Classical martial arts are much like other classical art forms. They are rigid, traditional, inflexible and limited. Famous martial arts pioneer Bruce Lee said it was this “classical mess” that limited all forms of artistic expression. Bruce took bits of boxing, kung fu, karate, savate, fencing, kali, escrima, his own ideas and made up his own art; thus shattering all preconceived notions, completely revolutionizing martial arts. He proved how ineffective many of these arts actually were and insulted many masters from across the world. If you write, paint, play music or whatever; I highly recommend you read Bruce Lee’s masterpiece, The Tao of Jeet Kune Do. It is one of the finest books on artistic expression ever written. This is a book written for all artists and I still read from it quite regularly. It’s amazing how beneficial Lee’s work can be to a writer. He can help you smash all limits and take yourself beyond anything you may have previously believed.

The Ego Must Be Destroyed

Criticism has more to do with ego and respect than it does in helping a person reach their goals. Don’t ever let someone’s negative criticism affect you. Rise above it and be yourself. If you take too much advice from people, it will only hinder your progress and keep you from fully realizing your dreams. My dream is to write, and no criticism will ever keep me from being successful. I do listen with an open mind, but only accept it if it is truly constructive and beneficial. I believe that morbid tales of terror are every bit as valid as anything Shakespeare ever wrote. If you compare yourself to other people, thinking “they’re better than me” or “I’m better than them”, then you have an ego problem. The ego is the greatest single hindrance to all forms of artistic expression. Just because you’re famous or successful doesn’t mean you’re good, it just means you’re famous and successful – but that’s another subject for another time.

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