6/5/2022 3:59:34 AM: The following event happened on the “Big 4 Rail Trail” yesterday. For the record: I have had time to think. So take this one with a “grain of salt”, and please let me tell the story from my own prospective. Because in the end: that is all that I really have. By the Zionsville City Hall, just past (the apartment entrance, the doggie “poop box”, and the “one mile marker): there is a hill and a “blind spot” and a downhill curve in the walking trail. My friend and I were traveling on bikes south towards the “Disciples Of Christ Church” and the auto carking lot.  There was a couple: (defined as a man and a woman): traveling north on the left towards the dog exercise park at the north end of the trail. And my friend and the guy in the group collided on their own bikes. For the record: my friend was on the correct side of the trail. Obeying the rules of the road, his own bike was on the right of the trail. I know this only because I was in the follow-up bicycle and was having trouble staying on the trail myself. My friend was thrown off of his own bike and into a ditch at the right side of the trail. The other guy involved was pitched onto the trail itself, and my own bike came to a stop upright and imbedded in my friends bicycle’s front inside wheel well. Both men got up and faced each other. At which point: I was trying to free myself from my own bike frame. My friend who was dressed looked uninjured. The other guy looked like a wreck and was bleeding from a ruptured bruise in his own left arm. I am guessing that his own adrenaline rush kept him from feeling the pain he should have been in. Both men were angry: but my friend was in control of his own emotions and the other guy was full of rage. The other guy involved in the bike accident was in the wrong, but demanded an apology from my friend. Only to avoid a fight: (defined as coming to blows): my friend apologized in order to avoid a fight. The other guy was simply trying to impress his one girl friend; but he looked like he needed profound medical attention. Trust me: the other guy looked bad: and was probably going to feel the pain later. Neither party exchanged personal information. After which my friend just wanted to leave. At the car in the church car park; my friend stated that he was going home because he was out of shape. He may have been, I could not honestly tell. You see I walk the dog twice daily about 2 miles each trip, and so I could have finished the last mile and a half of the new part of the “Rail Trail”. Granted: when we would get back to the car: I would have been exhausted. So he could have legitimately been at the end of his own physical endurance. I get that. Was I a cowered who was just trying to avoid a physical confrontation? I get that too. Because: confrontations do not do anyone any good. Just ask Lucifer Morningstar. The final answer is something that you may not like.

6/3/2022 7:39:10 AM: How long does your own reputation live on-line after your death in the digital-age? “Johnny Depp” was defamed with extreme malus by “Amber Heard”: but Amber was stopped by Johnny’s good lawyers and deep pockets. How many people who live in this nation are defamed annually, still alive, also have money, and “just don’t care”? That: and who are likewise willing to fight back and lose everything in the process against the opportunist bullies of our own society? In short: if you hear a mean tweet, do you just ignore the rumor because fighting back causes more harm than good? A good reputation takes a lifetime to make: but can be squandered in a day: in the age of “speed of light” communication? Tracy Morgan once said that 'Bad news travels at the speed of light; good news travels like molasses'. Was he right? What about the dead: that can no longer Google themselves? Something: to think about? Last year I got sucked into the criminal law bureaucracy. Now I personally do not think it was fair: and that is neither hear no their: and for another time: but it has created strange effaspects on my own life. Do I now need to fear “identity-theft”? Please note that I am still alive and periodically Google myself. As an IT professional: no longer employed: I still know the tricks of the trade. I can still catch a thief. But do I cover everything? That: I do not know. Just do the best that I can. And I ask the question that I started out this blog asking. How long does your own reputation live on-line after your death in the digital-age?

6/2/2022 12:05:05 PM: Not to be confused with the 1982 “Paul Newman” legal drama movie of the same name. Which by the way: was a good movie. But this one deals with the actors ((“Johnny Depp” verses one “Amber Heard”) in a “Defamation of Character” case). Essentially one nasty post-divorce trial: followed by an article defaming one Depp as being (an abuser (worthy of being called (“Mazikeen” (the demon) at the “Gates of Hell”), and Depp calling Heard a liar, and claiming that she lied (out of malleus) in order to boost her own film career while exacting revenge by destroying Depp’s own movie occupation. Hay: it cost Depp in terms of doing the (Disney version of “Pirates of the Caribbean six”). While Amber got paid for doing (“Drive Angry”, a bit in “Justice League” and a major presents in the “Aquaman” movie). I wonder if “Amber Heard” is going to do “Aquaman two”: the sequel: with “Jason Momoa”)? After her own pour performance at trial: Miss Heard: has suddenly gotten a repetition for being a teller of falsehoods. That: and being a difficult person to work with. When: she is not logging into bed. A metaphor for my own sex life which has gone to (xxxx or “feces”).  Fair or Unfair: I just do not know? That: and I do not want to go to court myself. So here I am talking and trying to avoid defamation. Not easy to do.

5/23/2022 11:24:04 AM: Over the weekend: they opened up the new section at the North end of “The Big-4 Rail Trail”. I know because I walked my 78 pound hound dog there this weekend. True: they still have some work to do: but it extended the trail past the old railroad bridge, past the running circle, to the nice neighborhood just beyond. OK: I stopped at the community, and turned back around to walk towards the (“Disciples of Christ” church parking lot), where my car was parked. Just past the carpark is the Zionsville’s city hall: and the blackboard not yet up. Where if it was up: I would leave my famous tag line: (“XXX (the dog) and XXXX (the owner) really love your trail”). Just a bit beyond that is the apartment access and poop collection box. I stop: not wanting to proceed towards the back end of Zionsville High School. The reason is that my dog has only a 3.5 mile walk range before he becomes over worked by the K9 exercise. Please note that a man should always know his own limits, and the limits of his own K9 companion. For the record: this is only a small section of the trail. Before the extension: the trail only when 5.5 to 6 miles. Not sure how far it goes with the extension. I will find out tomorrow on my bicycle. Please note that the human being with the bike has a 14 mile round trip range. So I don’t know if the trail extension goes as far as the (“Traders Point” Mall). I will find out tomorrow; but not today. Today: I think I will take a nap.

5/17/2022 9:36:17 AM: At present: I want a woman in my own life and a relationship with her that makes practical common sense. Now for the record: I have personal values: but I also hope to God that they are reasonable standards: and not totally out-of-line. And they are simply evolving standards: because nothing in the human condition stays the same. That is a question that I need to ask God: assuming that I have the guts (or “Intestinal-fortitude”) to do so. Please note that as a submissive: I am basically a coward. But how we handled fear when we confront it determines what kind of a coward we really are: from: society’s own (“point of view”: (POV)). No one in this life is perfect: no matter how hard they try. And if you are looking for human perfection you are going to be solely disappointed. No one knows how they are going to act in a given situation. That is why combat trained soldiers train to develop “muscle memory”. And even the trained can fail. That: and nothing stays the same. Everything is evolving into something else. Chaos, turmoil, disorder or something more: in short: everything keeps changing. And we need to change along with it. Otherwise: we fail.