Tag: Issue 06-02-2010

  • Byrnesie’s Tips in Tough Times: Advice to help individuals and businesses succeed

    Michael W. Byrnes, Jr. Not using Twitter? Here’s why you should be. Many laugh off Twitter as a waste of time, thinking it is purely for social updates amongst friends, but it is more than that and it is more than simple 140 character messages. Although that is the size the actual messages are limited […]

  • Natural Born Winners

    We frequently hear someone being called a “loser”. Whether it’s meant as a temporary label or a permanent condition, it is a harsh determination and a terrible stigma. Quite often, we hear the homeless and downtrodden labeled as “losers”, which at best seems to be an admission of a lack of concern. Why might this […]

  • Police and Homeless: An Uneasy Relationship

    [img_assist|nid=215|title=|desc=|link=none|align=center|width=473|height=640]   Matthew Scott Jr., a former handyman, lost everything Christmas Eve of 1999 to a forgotten lit cigar that destroyed all that he had built for himself. The Red Cross told him he was on his own, so for 11 years Scott has been living on the streets of Boston, trying to survive off […]

  • A Few Thoughts on the Cusp of Summer

    1. The Oil Spill For weeks now we have been hearing about the oil spill in Louisiana that was caused by an explosion. The blast killed 11 people and has caused oil to spread throughout the Gulf and Gulf Coast, creating havoc for wildlife and the environment as a whole. Forgotten throughout this fiasco are the […]

  • Planet Killers: An Alien’s Viewpoint On Oil Addiction

    In the ocean the dead zones continue to grow as if they were alive. And they are. I arrived from my Waterworld and splashed down in the Gulf of Mexico and had trouble right away because of the dead zone near what you land people call the mouth of the Mississippi. In my world, whose […]

  • Fireflies On The Wind: On Leaving Haiti: The Final Flight

    [img_assist|nid=211|title=|desc=|link=none|align=center|width=640|height=400] I was sitting on a porch at midnight. I’m not sure what I was waiting for. Maybe I was waiting for the night to talk. Maybe I was waiting for the night wind to give me a kiss on the head, pat me on the back and tell me that everything will be ok. […]