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Fine Line


There is a fine line between many things in life.

Persistence and Obstinacy
Patience and Indolence
Enthusiastic and Irritating
Detail-Oriented and OCD
Assiduous and Nazi

The trouble is that so many people find themselves walking those damn near invisible lines. The project starts off well enough and then slowly, painfully, people start tipping over those lines.  The hard-worker suddenly morphs into Hitler re-incarnate and the patient easy going one on the team is napping in the corner.  Is that drool?  Gross.  By the time the project is completed there will be gnashing of teeth, a few more holes in the dry wall and you are considering a career change.  All because of hard-to-see, easily crossed, dangerous lines that criss-cross our personalities.

So today I’ve decided to attack these lines with Sharpie Markers because I’m tired of walking those lines, tripping over my own two feet, and landing on the wrong side. And I’m more tired of others around me tipping over to the dark side of human nature.  Perhaps if these lines were slightly more visible then we’d have an easier time of it.

So as you walk through life, keep an eye out for Sharpie stripes.  If, however, those stripes are across a person’s face, that doesn’t mean I found an easily crossed line across their cranium, it just means they spoke to me at the wrong time of the month.

Never anger a red-head holding a Sharpie.
Damn, found a new line.
Hormonal and Homicidal.



Mankind has come round full circle.  Five thousand years ago language was burgeoning.  Squawks and glottal sounds fell into sequence and came to represent things, actions, and ideas.  Three thousand years ago variances developed and thousands of linguistically different languages emerged, developing, taking on character and definition all their own.  One thousand years ago, language was used to rule, teach, and continued to expand.

Five hundred years ago fluid, graceful prose expressed the depth and breadth of human emotion, understanding, and enlightenment.  One hundred years ago words were just as powerful as the cannon, sword, and modern weaponry. Fifty years ago children were taught to speak properly and coherently, using phrases like please, thank you, yes ma’am, no sir. Twenty-five years ago the internet was made.  And it all went downhill from there.
Take for example the conversation I was privy to earlier today.

Goin out t’nite?

Congratulations, mankind!  We’ve made it back to monosyllabic grunting as a means of successful communication.



1. Any reaction in which light it emitted, often without the generation of heat, by means of a chemical reaction
2. Light-emitting reactions arising from a living organism, such as the firefly or jellyfish.

1. A reaction, chemical or otherwise, that succeeds in creating a dim glow of recognition, cognizance, or humor.
2. A word that is completely and clumsily made up by the author.

Everyone with even an ounce of ambition harbors a faint hope of being famous (or infamous) for something.  A blog is NOT a good way to be famous. Countless blogs disappear into the sea of forgotten attempts at writing, poor or otherwise. Most start strong and then taper off, the writer discouraged that no one seems to care. I’m ok with just a handful of people caring about my blog.

This is not my attempt to be famous.  This is more closely defined as an exercise in discourse with no clear beneficiary. So to the poor historian who has stumbled upon this attempt at twenty-first century wit, my congratulations and condolences.

However, this being said, I was elated to discover that perhaps a few people do care. (Besides my mom, Cyndi, and Judy…hi guys!) A fellow blogger and Oklahoman spotted See Jenn Live and asked for some blogging advice. From me?!? Someone asked my blogging advice. Now the logical part of my head says that this is a perfectly normal thing. After all I do write for and I’ve maintained this personal blog (with some lapses, I’ll admit) for long enough to have a few followers. That means that I must be doing something right. But to have that recognized outside the digital world, by a human who actually lives, breathes, has eyeballs, and knows me is a little bit astounding.

I can’t say for sure what, if anything, I actually contributed to her blogging experience. It felt a lot like me talking a whole bunch and her enduring me, sorry she asked. I know that wasn’t the case at all. I hope was able to be a semiluminescent resource for her. Best of luck, Oklaphobia!

And when your blog is turned into its own book my lawyers will be in contact with you regarding my cut of the profit as a consultant.