That phrase is forever linked to Ed Koch, the former mayor of New York, who passed away yesterday. He was a fiesty guy who never shied away from a camera or a question from the media.  

As many who know me have experienced, I am addicted to photography (it is amazing how fine the "in the moment" Blackberry snap shots can be). Most of all, I am hooked on shots of sunrise and sunsets. No doubt, the celebration and lamentation of the sun's eternal rise and fall is embedded in our primeval DNA. We are wired to worship the sun, the source of life and nature.

I don't remember many telephone numbers anymore. I don't think it is a result of not being able to remember them (although others may question that) but I simply don't have to remember the numbers. For the numbers I call most frequently, I have to remember the speed dials -- what character I assigned to which person. Otherwise, the number is right in my “Contacts”. I tell myself that these conveniences free my brain matter for consideration of more worthwhile matters. I hope that’s true.

If you partake in the Facebook Phenomenon, you've undoubtedly stumbled across those participating in the gun control exchange. I have no interest in propogating that debate in this forum, but what I would like to engaeg in is how some on Facebook react to such discussions with anger and contempt.  I have heard people literally say (more often to others, not me as I rarely engage via computer these days), "Facebook is no place for politics!"

Really? Still?  

Today all I am thinking about is sleep. It’s probably because I didn’t get much sleep last night; I didn’t close my eyes until after 4:30 a.m. My theory as to the cause of my restlessness is that, perhaps, the decaffeinated cappuccino I ordered with dinner last night was, actually, caffeinated. Whatever the cause of my restlessness, I know that I will be dragging today.

"This Negro player may be a Communist," the director continued, sitting in the car.  "And I suspect your brother too. Both of them. You know how I feel about that." "I don't know about those sorts of things," Johnny answered.  "I don't pay much attention to politics."

Johnny stepped off the plane and a shot of cold air hit his face and entered his lungs. He looked around and everything was coated in white dust. It was so quiet you could hear the snow fall...too quiet he thought.