The Publisher

Spot check You hit your fifties and go POOF ~ accomplishments fail or pass?  As detailed as the most mathematical mind or mental energist (which I describe myself). OR, you are at a more refined, experienced age (if you want to put a different spin on it), knowing what you like, what you are open to considering, but you have hit the peak or climax of your bullshitter meter:  you are maxed out.  There is little you haven't heard of or at least don't gasp in horror if you haven't, in fact, heard of it. YOU know what you like or don't like, with the balance of the scale in age: isn't that unimaginable almost.  It was to me until I drew it all out (on my handy dandy PAINT app by #MicroSoft) how in life you start in one spectrum, gravitating towards the polar opposite in so many ways. LISTEN to some music from your iTUNES library that is mild and mellow.  Then, let's have a conversation ~ OK?  You want to know first what I'm listening to?  OK...

Dear Sir or Madam: I'm going to give you a verbal resume for your consideration as the opportunity post it online presence itself.  (Whew no red over presents but i caught it because I read things over three or four times before i hit PUBLISH anywhere, yet it snuck past Google's blogspot spell checker.   I don't think Chrome can enter through the website internal workings of Blogspot, both wonder childs of Google, the machine that keeps on chugging, and now steaming ahead in the war on Data.  Now, I'm certainly no engineer or computer designer or architect (hey, maybe I've been around one or two or more of the types ... eh?   I keep watching the competition going on.  And, my friends, it isn't a war on drugs, political arena, money or power.  Well, perhaps it is an arm wrestle over POWER.  It all comes down to this word called "data".  No caps, a noun and strongly overtaking as a verb for what is really driving the world:  it's dat...