Have been experimenting with OpenSolaris on an i7 intel processor lately. It amazes me how quickly proper documentation of little things goes left unwritten. Yet, I have been continually impressed with Sun Microsystems and their talents at putting together a cohesive computing platform to work with at home. And I am proud to say that I am now able to comprehend a lot of Unix items that I previously, just did not understand due to their incredible tech support team in Internet Relay Chat.

Virtualization and Multiple OS computing is going to be huge in the future, and so I am staking my career on learning as much as I possibly can about it. While the Iron is hot. I’ve subscribed to IBM Partnerworld, Microsoft Partner Program, and Sun Startup Essentials, and I plan to keep receiving e-mail from bigger companies like AT&T and Nortel to try to understand what they are talking about in the global telecom arenas.

I was there during the GTE consolidation into Verizon, and I understand the difference between back office, front office, and home office work. And frankly, I’ll never work in a cubicle again. If a company can’t hire me at home, I don’t have the time to go to them. I am technologically equipped and ready for the future, and while it may seem arrogant to say so, I don’t plan to throw the baby out with the bathwater for a menial salary ever again, to a manager who cannot appreciate the talents of someone who has paid dues in so many ways in the past, that it is hardly worth trying to mention them.

In 2009, I will be publishing another of the 5 poetry books in 5 years, and possibly 2-5 record albums. Will anyone buy them or notice in the clutter that has become the internet? Only time will tell, but I was here, I made my stand, and I’m sticking to it.

2009 is going to be a different year for all of us. Finally America has a president who just might get things right and bring a little peace to the turmoil that has been daunting us for over a decade.

God bless and keep you all, for a happy and healthy New Year.

Sincerely,
Christopher J. Bradley

Well, I’m not that depressed anymore.. I’ve been participating in some things lately that have given me a new revitalization in feeling and I even think I’ve had a bit of a spiritual awakening.

At the same time, I’m not taking back anything I said in the past regarding anti-americanism. Its still going on and its completely unnecessary, especially by our close neighbors.

Anyhow, I’m writing music again, and that is reason enough to celebrate. I’ve made some new age stuff that is worth a listen, at least I think its worth a listen, and that is sort of saying something.

I hope you and yours are enjoying yourselves, and that you have time to stop back and read my rants again.

For those of you who keep commenting on post 4. Forget about it, your comments will never be published.

Talk to you soon!

Chris B.

Any time you hear a Canadian say something negative about America, within the bounds of this country, take a photo of their license plate and report it to the police. They are reporting on the News on our kids, lets try getting their Socialist Anarchist bastard children out of the cocaine trade in our own backyards.

Celebrate. Because you know you spent it in the right places.

Today my third book is officially ready to go to the presses and all publication fees are paid, and our album is set to go to iTunes on June 7. So everything should come together around the same time.

Just in time for a PR Newswire hit right? - Nah - maybe not, because I still believe word of mouth is the best way to sell yourself.

Maybe someday I’ll sell out, but hopefully not until I’m married and have a reason to. By the way I do intend to get married. Someday. I know that there’s a lot of work that needs to be done on my part.

I think knowing the solution to gambling is knowing the solution to winning, because it just might scare the life out of you. Maybe, maybe not…

But I know this, I’ve done a whole bunch of creative things this week, that I haven’t done in a long time.

I spent some time with colored pencils just doodling out a logo for a record album back cover. It actually turned out pretty good.

I also spent some time writing on paper - no keyboard - who would have figured?

I helped a friend get a complete catalog of our work.

I explored a bit of Real Talk NY. Found a few new videos - threw them into http://www.noisecontrolmedia.com

I said goodbye to my doctor who is retiring and moving South. Who knows who I’ll get next for help in that  capacity.

And I guess that’s about where I stand right now.

Its been real. be back when I’m not so sleepy.

Waking Up On March 4.

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Seneca Niagara Casino, Niagara Falls, NY Mar 4, 2008

Tonight, I went to the Seneca Niagara casino in Niagara Falls. The management were second to none. The wait-staff were incredible, and they actually listened to me as a long term client as I told them about our music video production on Jump Cut.

I spent 700.00 there and feel like a million bux even though for the most part, I’m not a wealthy man * yet * .

I met some cool Japanese people and spoke to them in their own language as well as I could…

Konichiwa Doitachmacte a America – Sore Wa Cardes Des? 21 BlackJack.

Word to Real Talk LA. Make it Happen. Blow the roof off the industry.

Posting this here for future referrence for a friend:

anon SAS 22 Squadron

O’ do you see, o’really’ do you see. maye you think it is not me,

when that thunder rains’ down,

do you really see it, or are blinded by it,

What happens from here?

my nose bleeds,

I can hardly see,

but the thunder keeps on raining down on me!

The smell of sulphur,

the smell of bullets oxide,

the smell of flesh and depleted uranium one never knows,

it is like  breathing aluminium,

mixed with iron fillings,

with phospherous and pure sodium in your  face.

Do they matter?

no to the normal sodier they die.

but for Marines you just try and be at one with it,

and that creates as special unit balance that cannot be understood,

maybe it is that warm you want water,

but that will kill you,

and your mind goes blank!

That is not death but your second wind,

you then accept all elements,

just like in special forces,

one accepts all and everything.
Eventually you walk into the desert we created

then look at charred bodies…

firing depleted uranium is just turns one into a zombie

they are frozen in space and time

but for the few time goes one

one day at a time

and never forget the cruelty of war from the view of a Marine or Special op

You sleep but do you really sleep?

So you go back home…..

see friends and family,,, they are very cheery and say

I lost my baby last week

I say you do not know where I have been

your cry about a child and that loss in my mind is so pathetic and so worn

I reminisce on a few factors and axioms

I resign myself to the fact I hurt more inside at frineds I have lost

and then get angry

at this stupid bitch that had a miscarriage and thinks her world is departed.

anon SAS 22 Squadron

Today was orange. The summer sunshine threw itself over the television stand and into my eyes, and I woke up. I struggled into consciousness and moved my feet around looking for my shoes. I reached up and found my glasses and finally with some help was able to climb into them after rolling out of the deep cushions into a standing position.

I made my way to the door, sat down on the cool metal, of the white and brown chair on the porch, and lit a Seneca menthol, and stared down at the newspaper. Nothing had really changed. The mailbox was slightly ajar, so I knew there was something in it, probably nothing spectacular again, so I let it rest for a moment while I finished being thankful for a good day’s rest.

Waking up at 3pm in Niagara Falls was nothing new to me. I’d been doing it for going on ten years now; sometimes earlier, sometimes later. It had become something of a trouble just to climb stairs, but I knew that was coming next, so with reluctance, I dropped the cigarette on the ground, stamped it out, opened the box, grabbed the mail, and stepped back through both the screen and wooden doors, on Norwood.

As I set the mail on the table, and shuffled through it, I thought back to that Scott Norwood field goal attempt, and wondered if the entire doom and gloom over my life had anything to do with it, and then I shrugged it off.

Today there was an Internet provider offering hosting and Domain Name services in the mail. Better than just the bills that had literally been coming for years, I supposed, and so like all the other junk mail, I left it sitting on the table, and decided to make good on the daily challenge of walking up to my room.

For some reason, I’ve always sort of stopped between the second and third step to just check out the house, and get my balance for the rest of the eight of them.