tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328656982011-12-14T17:22:52.257-08:00Sean Cohenhttps://profiles.google.com/116650128713069130150noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-86423629151330130472007-08-20T16:35:00.000-07:002007-08-20T16:36:56.048-07:00I'm going to write a book, and it's going to make me rich.<br /><br />No, better yet, I'm going to write a piece of software.<br /><br />Or build a web site.<br /><br />I am going to do one of these things, and lots of people are going to give me money for it. I will then have great big pots of money, and I'll be able to...<br /><br />..what?<br /><br />Do what, exactly?<br /><br />What would I do if money wasn't an issue?<br /><br />If I had all the money in the world?<br /><br />"Make a difference"?<br /><br />"Help the needy"?<br /><br />"Improve quality of life"?<br /><br />Good grief.<br /><br /><hints id="hah_hints"></hints><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-8642362915133013047?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-12230174016067079462007-08-20T14:16:00.000-07:002007-08-20T14:20:00.005-07:00On my way into work this morning I thought I saw a man holding a fishing line over the edge of a road bridge, into a freeway.<br /><br />As the morning progressed I became increasingly concerned about whether I had the equaliser settings on my radio quite right. Whether I was listening to the music exactly as it was intended, or some bastardisation of it. I couldn't stand the thought, so I turned it off.<br /><br />As I reached to pull my phone out of my pocket to record a reminder to myself I saw a police car drive past. I forgot what I wanted to remind myself of. <hints id="hah_hints"></hints><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-1223017401606707946?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-51443257368253174622007-08-14T00:46:00.001-07:002007-08-14T00:46:58.025-07:00So there.<hints id="hah_hints"></hints><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-5144325736825317462?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-25222738865686907912007-08-13T01:12:00.001-07:002007-08-13T01:12:45.887-07:00There. Now it's no longer a googlewhack.<hints id="hah_hints"></hints><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-2522273886568690791?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-84184184371104041242007-08-13T01:05:00.001-07:002007-08-13T01:06:58.686-07:00There are, of course, only twelve unique reasons for doing anything worthwhile in life.<br /><br />The first two are validation and personal fulfilment, the third is money, and the next eight are sex.<br /><br />I'll leave the last as an exercise for the reader.<hints id="hah_hints"></hints><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-8418418437110404124?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-249746630300453922007-07-29T19:58:00.000-07:002007-07-29T20:00:34.329-07:00Adulthood begins when you realise that no matter how good you are at something, someone will always be better.<br /><br />Greatness begins when you realise this is bollocks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-24974663030045392?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-78101734193015154472007-07-26T22:23:00.000-07:002007-07-26T22:24:45.088-07:00Is a constant need for validation a recipe for success, or disaster?<br /><br />Just curious.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-7810173419301515447?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-30983472489841821492007-01-08T15:47:00.001-08:002007-01-08T15:47:47.726-08:00Why do people only despair when they realise what they don't have?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-3098347248984182149?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1159489522067723052006-09-28T16:36:00.000-07:002009-01-22T04:50:58.852-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/50/167340070_eed5a6184a_o_d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/167340070_eed5a6184a_o_d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Why do we leave the lives of our children in the hands of ordinary people?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115948952206772305?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1159332611799028982006-09-26T21:45:00.000-07:002006-09-26T21:55:31.933-07:00Why do we so easily accept the rarity of goodness in the world?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115933261179902898?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1159332093950198652006-09-26T21:39:00.000-07:002006-09-26T21:59:30.683-07:00Why do these thoughts inspire hopelessness, rather than optimism?<br /><br />Or laughter?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115933209395019865?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1159278748812275752006-09-26T06:50:00.000-07:002006-09-26T06:52:28.826-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/113738652_c952a92cc0.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/113738652_c952a92cc0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Why do those who most need the touch of another person have the hardest time finding it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115927874881227575?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1159278113737612072006-09-26T06:24:00.000-07:002006-09-26T06:44:54.040-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/77/167558529_68ddde566c_m_d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/77/167558529_68ddde566c_m_d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Why do we place more value on our mortgage than our children?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115927811373761207?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1155801373861506642006-08-17T00:52:00.000-07:002006-08-17T00:56:13.866-07:00Why do the thoughtful, the intelligent, and the compassionate take so long to realise that their opinions are just as valid as the mindless, the ignorant, and the arrogant that are often the first to speak?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115580137386150664?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1155794730206842862006-08-16T22:48:00.000-07:002006-08-16T23:05:30.233-07:00A little voice asked me if I actually think that God is reading these posts, and considering answering my questions.<br /><br />Yes. I do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115579473020684286?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1155790281474455042006-08-16T21:49:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:55:02.536-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.holocaust-history.org/hungarian-photos/jpg/12-1142.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.holocaust-history.org/hungarian-photos/jpg/12-1142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I can only hope it would have helped.<br /><br />While we're on the subject, why are such pictures never shown to the right people?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115579028147445504?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1155789984210036992006-08-16T21:43:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:46:24.216-07:00Where is the line between building awareness and exploiting a victim?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115578998421003699?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32865698.post-1155785512108360212006-08-16T20:27:00.000-07:002006-08-16T20:31:52.116-07:00Okay, God. It's just you and me. No-one else will be reading this (trust me on that). It's fine for you to post here. You've kept pretty well quiet for most of my life, but I'm hoping I can get you to open up in a place like this. I've got a few questions.<br /><br />I've been watching the world for some time now, and there doesn't really seem to be an end to a constant cycle of greed and deprivation between the privileged and those less so. So;<br /><br />Why can't we all just get along?<br /><br />Why is there an incessant struggle over who is "right," and over who may claim the spoils of being such?<br /><br />Why do we reward those with a yearning for power with the power they crave?<br /><br />And why do they inevitably abuse it?<br /><br />Why are ideologies so often completely disconnected with the everyday needs of common folk?<br /><br />Any time you're ready.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32865698-115578551210836021?l=postcardsfromgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flyingcowmannoreply@blogger.com0