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Call me Ishmael.  That’s not my real name of course, but it will do.  Like Dragnet, the names used here have been changed to protect the guilty. 

This is not your standard Blog, it is about who and what is important in our lives.  To get the most out of this Blog, please take the time to read both this opening page, it will only take you a moment.  They set the stage for how the blog is presented.  Then at the end of this page I have a Challenge for you. Also, if you decide to place a post anywhere, it will not appear automatically, I will have to approve it to be viewed. For your protection, I will also remove any email address I find so you will not receive spam from others. If someone wants to comment to you, they can use the comments box. If you find this blog amusing, entertaining or useful – pass it on; put a link to it from your Facebook or Twitter page. If you want to copy/paste something from this site that you think is the same as above, go ahead, just please put a link back to the site.

You ask, “Why do you use Ishmael?” 

In Herman Melvilles’s 1851 novel Moby Dick, it is through Ishmael’s eyes and experience that the reader experiences the story of the ship Pequod, and the fight between Captain Ahab and the white whale. He is a central character in the action in the early part of the novel, essentially fulfilling all the requirements of being a conventional protagonist. After the Pequod leaves Nantucket, he increasingly recedes into the background as a commentator, with his voice approaching that of an omniscient narrator at times, able to see into all parts of the ship and into the private motivations of other characters.  At the beginning of the novel, he is an experienced seaman who has not previously served on a whaler but in the merchant marine service (an experience that is ridiculed by the owners of the Pequod when he approaches them to sign on).

 He begins the novel in the first chapter wandering through Manhattan in the dreariness of November with dark thoughts suggesting nearly suicidal tendencies: pausing before coffin houses and following funerals. His primary reason for going to sea, he suggests, is to break out of this depressive cycle and obsession with death. Later in the novel he said he was a school teacher.(See more)

For those of you who are of my generation, (born in the forty’s), you will remember Paul Harvey and his radio program “The Rest of the Story”.   

For those of you who don’t know know about Paul Harvey, The Rest of the Story was a Monday-through-Friday radio program originally hosted by Paul Harvey. Beginning as a part of his newscasts during the Second World War and then premiering as its own series on the ABC Radio Networks on May 10, 1976, The Rest of the Story consists of factual stories on a variety of subjects with a surprise or “twist” saved until the end. The broadcasts always conclude with the tag line “And now you know… the rest of the story.”

I am a plodder, simple truth.  I really have no great talent at creating or building things, I’m not smarter than everyone else, nor wiser, I’ve just been around awhile and made a lot of mistakes. 

Since there are so many great phrases out there and I couldn’t think of better ones, I decided I would co-opt a few of these phrases for my topics of discussion, my Categories. 

I ask only a few things of you:

  • This is not a forum for you to promote your own views on politics, religion, sports, sexual preferences etc.  If you want to do that, that’s okay, but do it in your own Blog.
  • Don’t use this Blog to promote your own website.  If you know of a site that has information that might help someone who has posted here, post a link.
  • You are not my judge or my jury, in fact, you are not anyone’s judge or jury.  If you want to be – go sign up at your local courthouse.  You can not judge me or anyone else as harsh as they judge themselves. Remember that. 

Here is my Challenge: 

Pick a Post that calls to you like the White Whale to Ahab.  Give yourself an Avatar name, then Post to it and tell three friends that you have Posted here; see if they can determine which one is you.
Do they really know you?
Do you know yourself?

Now, go to the categories: read, post, help me with the tag line:

“And now you know… the rest of the story.”

4 Comments »

  1. A friend of mine actually read this blog, and he said he never realized I had such a rough childhood and how could I bare my soul like that? I have to comment on that. I never thought I had it tough, I thought I was pretty fortunate. I never went to bed hungry, I never did not have a place to sleep or went to bed cold in the winter, sometimes the only food we had was white rice with butter and brown sugar and toast, but we did have something, (I still can’t stomach white rice like that). Our major punishment for minor infractions was to go to bed without ice cream. It was a different time and different rules then. For the area and time when I grew up, getting beat was pretty much a normal, everyday occurance, at least I didn’t have a razor strap taken to me by my dad like one of my friends did. Do I have “issues” because of how I was raised; hell yes! Who doesn’t? I just tried to make sure my children didn’t have the same issues I have; they have their own because of me. It takes three generations to break any chain of abuse or conditioning. My grandchildren are so much better off than I am/was.

    Comment by Ishmael — February 15, 2010 @ 10:12 am | Reply

  2. Very descriptive post, I enjoyed that a lot.

    Will there be a part 2?

    Comment by appointment setting calls — February 6, 2013 @ 9:29 pm | Reply

    • Probably not, one of my children was going through a really tough time, and I kind of wrote this for him so he would know that he was not the only one that had had the kind of problems he was going through. This helped him and I made him call me every night at a particular time and promise to call me the next night at the same time. He got through it. Not to many peole have read this, and I appreciate the feedback. Thanks.

      Comment by Ishmael — February 7, 2013 @ 7:13 am | Reply

    • I think there will be a part two. If I am right, when you read this blog, one of the stories touched you more than the rest, and I would like you to write part two. When I wrote this I was very angry and frustrated, and I didn’t know at what. It doesn’t matter whether someone else reads it or not, it matters that you write it. I am happier know than I have been in along time. When I told my wife I wrote this blog, she wouldn’t read it, and it took her a long time to ask me to print it out so she could read it. Later she told me it made her cry, because she didn’t realize a lot of it, and we had been married for over forty years. Tell me your story, don’t think about it, you know what your story is, just let it come out naturally. Writing it out becomes a catharsis for you because you are able to share the pain with someone else.

      Comment by Ishmael — February 11, 2013 @ 7:53 am | Reply


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