Thanks for returning the audio equipment without a hitch or a battery compartment missing and the Ronin-S indicated it had full bars, so you either didn't use it, or charged it. Either way, I'm happy, lol. Hope there were no qualms, you can talk to me about them, so I know to keep an eye out for them.
Just know Seargeant, I'm willing to put in the work for ya, if you're willing to put in the word for me, my man!~!
Please have a good rest of the year. Now please enjoy this edition of Filmmakers' Paradise Ninety-Million-1 !-0-0-0-0-0-0:
Hustle, Believe, Receive by Sarah Centrella
It takes ambition to make money' (#TheHustle). He was the first man to tell me he was proud of me; it was the first time I had any positive reinforcement."
When Ryan was nineteen he started his first business and has since created seven businesses from the ground up. He is known as a serial entrepreneur, building and selling companies (Page 71)
Well that's cool, a serial-entrepreneur, could that ever be a bag-thing? Lol. (-:
When you change the outside it helps you change your beliefs about yourself, and begins to reprogram you to become successful."
"Change your environment. Do not spend any time around anyone who's not supportive of your plan or doesn't support you. (Page 72-73)
That last word... you. Was the only word that made it on to page 73. I guess 'you' got a foot-in-the-door! Lololol haha!
50 Great American Short Stories by Hawthorne/ Twain/ Melville/ Pe/ Bierce/ James/ Wharton/ Aiken/ Crane/ Dreiser/ London/ Larner/ Bene/ Mc Cullers/ Faulkner/ Hemingway/ Agee/ Collier/ Steinbeck/ Saroyan/ Stegner/ Thurber/ Cheever/ Shaw/ Updike/ & Many Others
Theodore Dreiser - The Lost Phoebe
he would run, or plead, or, suddenly losing track of the fancied figure, stand awed or disappointed, grieving for the moment over the almost insurmountable difficulties of his search.
It was in the seventh year of these hopeless peregrinations, in the dawn of a similar springtime that he came at last one night to the vicinity of this selfsame patch that crowned the rise to the Red Cliff. His far-flung cane, used as a divining-rod at the many-many miles. It was after ten o'clock at night, and he was very weary. Long wandering and little eating had left not so much of physical strength but of spiritual endurance which kept him up. He had scarcely eaten this day, and now, exhausted, he set himself down in the dark to rest and possibly to sleep. (Page 184)
You and me both brother. Here's wishing us both a happy and healthy, good night's sleep. I'm sure we could both use it. So I'm double wishing for it on both our fronts, Seargent, and my roommate Jimmi is too :-) haha!
What was it that moved in the distant shadows along the path by which he had entered-a pale, flickering will-o'-the-wisp that bobbed gracefully among the trees and riveted his expectant gaze? (Page 185)
Yeah, a lot about what scares us is just what we expect. Take away the light, and you have no expectations to stand on. How could you? :-)P
Happy to keep you renting but riveted, or riveted but renting~!
- Joey Black-bizzle Transporting Trainspots & Ren'tles 0-;