I was riding with my seven year old son one day taking him to breakfast because he loves it when I make time for him and I alone, our special time together. I looked over at him while we were at a stop light and he says, ‘I love you dad.’ The feeling I got from his words prompted me to ask God, ‘What is this level of love that I feel between my son and me that blesses and yet weakens me so?’ It blesses me so much that all I can think of is I never want to leave him or let him down or have this feeling go away. It weakens me because I can’t fathom not having him in my life.
And why the fork not. Now that we’ve heard from every full-to-the-brim-of-himself-white guy, most of whom, let’s face it, ought to be stripped of his Typepad membership and his DSL … I’m a hell of a lot more interested in why The Hammer has taken up blogging. At least, god have mercy, he’s not in Knowledge Management. I have a question. What is Knowledge Management? No, please, only rhetorical. I’ve never seen anything spawn euphemisms like blogging; serious people dedicate their lives to taking the fun out of it. Who pays them for this? Talk about hot air. Honey, you don’t know it, but what you’ve got here is the opportunity to make art and/or revolution. MC, in his own special way, here does a bit of both.
link: hammer blog
