Raphie Frank

The word, image and action are one.

I don't know much, but what I know I know. I suspect, however, many things and aim to figure out if I was right.

Don't tell me I'm wrong if no one does it, but ought to.

He told me "You can't begin a sentence with 'but!'" But I just did.

I know.  You got beat up.  So did I.  And then we beat up each other.  Just call it a B-side melody with an A-side whiplash like NOBODY business.  The way I see it, the best way to deal with it is to just write a better tune and flip the A-side to the B-side and the B-side to the Z.  Put it away folks and let it sleep because there’s a piper man a playin’ to a wholly brand new beat.  Flip the Z side to the B side and the A side to the C.  That my friends is how you navigate the darkness; to turn the fright into a kite and the sorrow into sight.

What jazz was to music, what digital technology was to still and moving images and sound, the blogosphere is to the human voice

Ah, to dream and be humble. It's worth a million dollars to buy the paint and worth not a dime to pay the man.

We need to supersize our concept of economy to include the value of heart, hope, courage and care.

Call it a sly act of selfishness if you want, but the act of giving trust has this weird way of getting you more, not less, than you ask for. Except, of course, when it doesn't.

It's all quiet here on the Western Front of the War on Terror... for now, but, speaking just for myself, I'd feel a whole lot happier and a whole lot safer if our soldiers and our National Guardsmen were here at home instead of losing their lives overseas to that hydra-headed monster we ourselves have created through indifference bred by the murmur of that human creek Thoreau called "quiet desperation."