I have done news media.  I must write on something that is currently lost in news media:

"A writer does not work for news media, news media works for the writer."

 - R.J. Huneke 5/19/10

Thinking critically makes life a bit difficult at times.  The individual responsibility of continuing to challenge oneself by abiding to this as an act of freedom and empathy is rarely easy, while getting others to adopt this open minded approach to living life (in an arguably less-violent world) is incredibly hard to accomplish.  The goal of fiction is to entertain, but it is also to teach (at the least in some theme or another), and fighting to use this medium in an educational manner will be my objective from this day forward.

RJH 5/7/10

When you are a slave to nothing, except the occasionally inevitable rise of emotions, then you are free.
- RJH 5/16/10

is thinking positive for himself and those he cares about...positive thoughts lead to positive happenings...it is called self-prophecy and the philosophy brings about positive events as the sands traverse the hourglass...

I have often been impulsive in that I have to buy...what I've come to realize is that I already have more than I could ever need.

Take it from me:  When cleaning a lampshade do not use Windex...it does not clean everything, and it can in fact, make quite a mess on the surface of the shade's delicate material.  Learn from my stupidity, as I have just made the mistake of cleaning dust off of my "new" lamp with Windex and a paper-towel.  More Lessons of Life will come as I make more ridiculous decisions living my very apropos trial-by-fire (to borrow a cliche) lifestyle. 

"In rode the Lord of the Nazgul.  A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair.  In rode the Lord of the Nazgul, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face. 

All save one.  There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax:  Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dinen.

'You cannot enter here,' said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted.  'Go back to the abyss prepared for you!  Go back!  Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master.  Go!'

The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.

‘Old fool!’ he said. ‘Old Fool! This is my hour. Do you not know death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!’ And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.

Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind the same courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, reckoning nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.

And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin's sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last."

This excerpt is taken from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Return of the King, and is one of my favorite parts of the books, which the movie did not do justice to.  I mean why change that?  Maybe director Peter Jackson just wanted the books to live on as being far superior to the movies - a true Tolkien fan would appreciate that!