Check it out! And if you don't think it is the right service for you, pass it along!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tymor Technologies: A New Managed Services Solution
There is a new Tech company offering managed services at a great price. It's called Tymor Technologies Inc. Of course I may be biased because I am interning with them, but hey- It's a great service for business owners who just don't have the time to deal with day to day headaches. So why should they? Visit the site, and give it some thought. They currently have a few different programs that you might be interested in.
Check it out! And if you don't think it is the right service for you, pass it along!
Check it out! And if you don't think it is the right service for you, pass it along!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Introducing...The Google Wave!!!
The Google Wave has to be one of the greatest things to ever happen. Facebook, Myspace, any of the blog sites, and Twitter all rolled into one!!! In the link I have posted, it will give you instructions on how to get a developer's sandbox account-BEFORE it's released to the general public! For more information on how to get an account, please visit my E-How article by clicking on the Title on this blog...
So now you will be able to play in the sandbox and get your hands dirty before anyone else!!
Give it a shot, I know you will love it!
As always...
Keep Dreaming!
Monday, February 23, 2009
"Nirvana" by Bobby Torpey
I see nirvana,
In the angle of white snow of late winter.
I feel nirvana,
In the supernatural warmth of a baby's smile;
In the sponge like curiosity of a child's eyes;
In his free and easy grasp of love.
I sense nirvana;
In a congress of Human souls;
All committed and devoted to each other and their Earth.
I grasp nirvana;
In the three forms of Human love;
Eros, Filia, and Agape;
All of which are essential for Human survival.
I imbibe nirvana;
In the knowledge of mankind;
In all its dimension;
And in all its detail.
And finally,
I am seized by nirvana;
In a death which comes;
In a form of God given;
Peaceful;
Painless;
Slumber...
In the angle of white snow of late winter.
I feel nirvana,
In the supernatural warmth of a baby's smile;
In the sponge like curiosity of a child's eyes;
In his free and easy grasp of love.
I sense nirvana;
In a congress of Human souls;
All committed and devoted to each other and their Earth.
I grasp nirvana;
In the three forms of Human love;
Eros, Filia, and Agape;
All of which are essential for Human survival.
I imbibe nirvana;
In the knowledge of mankind;
In all its dimension;
And in all its detail.
And finally,
I am seized by nirvana;
In a death which comes;
In a form of God given;
Peaceful;
Painless;
Slumber...
"Her Voice" by Bobby Torpey
Her voice was an instrument of cold, hard eloquence.
And every time she sang, the air carried it with the plaintive dirge of unfulfilled promise.
Her lineage was a long and proud one;
Her name had, for many generations, been her symbol of dignity, passion and beauty.
The days of heroic song ended with her.
For though her larynx would make the notes, her soul could not make the music.
She possessed not the gift, but merely the skill.
God never used her as his trumpet.
She couldn't move minds or stir souls.
Therefore she became, through no fault of her own, the object of scorn and derision.
And her name fell into disrepute.
And her large, preordained, audience shrank to nothing, and she lived alone;
And she died alone...
And every time she sang, the air carried it with the plaintive dirge of unfulfilled promise.
Her lineage was a long and proud one;
Her name had, for many generations, been her symbol of dignity, passion and beauty.
The days of heroic song ended with her.
For though her larynx would make the notes, her soul could not make the music.
She possessed not the gift, but merely the skill.
God never used her as his trumpet.
She couldn't move minds or stir souls.
Therefore she became, through no fault of her own, the object of scorn and derision.
And her name fell into disrepute.
And her large, preordained, audience shrank to nothing, and she lived alone;
And she died alone...
"The Parade Of Humanity" by Bobby Torpey
Lately, I've been watching the parade of humanity. The three ring circus of action, behavior, posture, and what a pathetic spectacle it is. I have seen textbook examples of bigotry, arrogance, ignorance and petulance, and I am deeply saddened. I must look upon these poor souls with charity and sympathy, but it is, indeed, painful.
I search deeply in my mind for the right word to describe my ideal for the human race; not innocence but-yes, becoming; it is the state of ever growing, ever learning (both intellectually and emotionally).
Grace is the human being who looks upon him or herself with humility, and others with understanding.
Grace is the human race at it's individual and it's collective best.
I search deeply in my mind for the right word to describe my ideal for the human race; not innocence but-yes, becoming; it is the state of ever growing, ever learning (both intellectually and emotionally).
Grace is the human being who looks upon him or herself with humility, and others with understanding.
Grace is the human race at it's individual and it's collective best.
"The Spirit of Rebirth" by Bobby Torpey
The well is dry temporarily.
The plain is barren, briefly.
Just as the momentary drought
Of imaginative faculty
Has rendered my mind
A desert of ideas.
The blood is spilled, wastefully.
The bodies are strewn, eternally.
For youth is wealth, and wealth is finite.
And vanity remains a brainless creature.
It learns not.
It is spent;
It is here.
Some of tehem bleed more than others,
And the well is not bottomless.
But for the will of Man,
And the spirit of rebirth.
The plain is barren, briefly.
Just as the momentary drought
Of imaginative faculty
Has rendered my mind
A desert of ideas.
The blood is spilled, wastefully.
The bodies are strewn, eternally.
For youth is wealth, and wealth is finite.
And vanity remains a brainless creature.
It learns not.
It is spent;
It is here.
Some of tehem bleed more than others,
And the well is not bottomless.
But for the will of Man,
And the spirit of rebirth.
"The writer" by Bobby Torpey
On a cold, Grey winter's day,
In the middle of a large American city,
In the living room of a large house,
A man sits and waits.
His mind searching for inspiration.
He is a writer, by aspiration, if not achievement.
In his bedroom, pale blue walls and drab old furniture
Assault the eyes.
And a wooden floor streaked with age.
Unpacked boxes line the corner;
Remnants from the last move.
An old Smith Corona typewriter sits proudly on the desk,
right next to the door;
While it's proprietor tries to unblock himself.
"Talk to me about the self" he asks, to o God in particular.
"Talk to me about being and becoming,
"Change and growth.
"And I shall listen with rapt attention...."
In the middle of a large American city,
In the living room of a large house,
A man sits and waits.
His mind searching for inspiration.
He is a writer, by aspiration, if not achievement.
In his bedroom, pale blue walls and drab old furniture
Assault the eyes.
And a wooden floor streaked with age.
Unpacked boxes line the corner;
Remnants from the last move.
An old Smith Corona typewriter sits proudly on the desk,
right next to the door;
While it's proprietor tries to unblock himself.
"Talk to me about the self" he asks, to o God in particular.
"Talk to me about being and becoming,
"Change and growth.
"And I shall listen with rapt attention...."
"The Joker" by Bobby Torpey
"I think I shall a story" said the Joker.
If my imagination lives, then it will dream again.
And weave tales of unreal occourances.
Tales that will tell some truths, and stir some souls.
And then they will live;
As I will die.
He is the Weaver.
Teller of beginnings,
Middles,
And Ends....
If my imagination lives, then it will dream again.
And weave tales of unreal occourances.
Tales that will tell some truths, and stir some souls.
And then they will live;
As I will die.
He is the Weaver.
Teller of beginnings,
Middles,
And Ends....
"it Just Gets Worse" by Bobby Torpey
It is so unhappy.
It has been this way;
Long time, no end in sight.
And every day,
It just gets worse.
I tried to give;
Tried to make it happy.
Gave it kindness,
Gave it space.
Accepted it,
Helped it.
But it just gets worse.
I don't know it,
Won't know it.
Can't seem to reach it;
And every day it just gets worse.
It has been this way;
Long time, no end in sight.
And every day,
It just gets worse.
I tried to give;
Tried to make it happy.
Gave it kindness,
Gave it space.
Accepted it,
Helped it.
But it just gets worse.
I don't know it,
Won't know it.
Can't seem to reach it;
And every day it just gets worse.
"Freely" by Bobby Torpey
Just freely associating non-freedom,
Just freely believing unbelievers.
Just freely hating lovers,
Of the love;
Of the Lord;
Of the in love;
Of the unloved.
Hate love, love hating;
Hate hating, love loving;
Lover hating hate love loving;
Hater loved hated love making.
Just freely live;
Dying.
Just freely die;
Living.
Just freely associating,
Die livers living,
Or live dyers dying,
Or dead lived die
To live and die,
To love and to hate,
These are real in our hearts,
And nothing else.
Quiet offend, people alive;
Live lives, quiet dead.
And a great few lovers
Are haters of love, and lovers of hate.
Right to write,
Night to write in the moonlight;
Of the sky and the Heavens.
Right to non-right;
Non-right to light;
Of the darkness in the Earth;
And the Hell of suffering.
Mad Leroy in the moonlight.
Spewing of the guts;
Playing in the heart;
Laying out a deal;
Spying of the mind;
Betraying out the soul;
Dealing good for the evil.
Lover of the hater.
Joker of the stealer.
Liar of the truther.
Chooser of the beginner.
Hater of the lover.
Just freely believing unbelievers.
Just freely hating lovers,
Of the love;
Of the Lord;
Of the in love;
Of the unloved.
Hate love, love hating;
Hate hating, love loving;
Lover hating hate love loving;
Hater loved hated love making.
Just freely live;
Dying.
Just freely die;
Living.
Just freely associating,
Die livers living,
Or live dyers dying,
Or dead lived die
To live and die,
To love and to hate,
These are real in our hearts,
And nothing else.
Quiet offend, people alive;
Live lives, quiet dead.
And a great few lovers
Are haters of love, and lovers of hate.
Right to write,
Night to write in the moonlight;
Of the sky and the Heavens.
Right to non-right;
Non-right to light;
Of the darkness in the Earth;
And the Hell of suffering.
Mad Leroy in the moonlight.
Spewing of the guts;
Playing in the heart;
Laying out a deal;
Spying of the mind;
Betraying out the soul;
Dealing good for the evil.
Lover of the hater.
Joker of the stealer.
Liar of the truther.
Chooser of the beginner.
Hater of the lover.
"God's Song" By Bobby Torpey
The priestess in the chapel
And her trembling hands;
And her enchanted eyes;
And her enraptured soul;
And the sight of her weakened body
As it sank to the floor...
And the sight of stunned onlookers seeing
In their eyes, a victim;
But in her own eyes,
In her own soul,
Her being was drawn
To a more liberating vision;
it was the presence of the lord...
The law was never passed,
The sin was never committed,
But, somehow, all the Earth seems locked
In hatred's squalid Dance of Death.
No one was saved,
No one was found.
But our savior is already within us.
He dwealeth in silence;
Awaiting the sound.
He stayeth in secret;
Losing himself,
In order to be found.
He stays in the womb of our souls,
Awaiting the birth of our hearts...
And her trembling hands;
And her enchanted eyes;
And her enraptured soul;
And the sight of her weakened body
As it sank to the floor...
And the sight of stunned onlookers seeing
In their eyes, a victim;
But in her own eyes,
In her own soul,
Her being was drawn
To a more liberating vision;
it was the presence of the lord...
The law was never passed,
The sin was never committed,
But, somehow, all the Earth seems locked
In hatred's squalid Dance of Death.
No one was saved,
No one was found.
But our savior is already within us.
He dwealeth in silence;
Awaiting the sound.
He stayeth in secret;
Losing himself,
In order to be found.
He stays in the womb of our souls,
Awaiting the birth of our hearts...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Laughter, By Bobby Torpey
"Doctor, my eyes cannot see the sky
Is this the price for having learned not to cry..."
~Jackson Browne~
Laughter is one of the first freedoms. So is crying.
The liberation and release borne on wings of expression.
Only through the free reign of emotion can we give birth to the human soul.
Only the emancipation of the heart can give rise to the myriad manifestation of human glory.
Children must be made to feel, to sense, to express, to touch and to revel.
In this climate, true life can begin.
In this climate of all that is wondrously human;
All art, all science, all games, all charity, all community
All family, all hope.
I only hope that i haven't unwittingly killed off my own feeling center....
This was written approximately 10 years ago as a first draft, and never expanded...
Keep Dreaming ;)
Is this the price for having learned not to cry..."
~Jackson Browne~
Laughter is one of the first freedoms. So is crying.
The liberation and release borne on wings of expression.
Only through the free reign of emotion can we give birth to the human soul.
Only the emancipation of the heart can give rise to the myriad manifestation of human glory.
Children must be made to feel, to sense, to express, to touch and to revel.
In this climate, true life can begin.
In this climate of all that is wondrously human;
All art, all science, all games, all charity, all community
All family, all hope.
I only hope that i haven't unwittingly killed off my own feeling center....
This was written approximately 10 years ago as a first draft, and never expanded...
Keep Dreaming ;)
Gone But Not Forgotton....
The next few blogs are a tribute to my brother-in-law, who has recently passed. His name is Robert Torpey. He passed away on February 5th 2009. He was only 46 years old. He died suddenly from a pulmonary embolism. It was very sudden, and unfortunately, there was nothing that would've been done for him.
This is a copy of the obituary which was published in the program for the funeral service...
Bobby, as we called him, was diagnosed with Autism and organic brain damage at a very early age, and around the age of eight, was struck by a car, which left him with a permanent limp, and emotionally traumatized.
But through his mother's belief, faith and vision for the future, and the inspiration of the family, he began to have the hope to build a life.
Two major contributions he made during his lifetime included a science fiction fan club he organized for the British TV show "Dr. Who", and his annual participation in the "Walk For The Cure", which supports the MS Foundation.
He built a career at a prominent law firm and later pursued an education in computer programming. After completing three years of college, he succeeded in building a career in computer programming and worked for the Department of Defense, along with other major organizations. Most recently, he started his own successful computer programming business, Brightfame Consulting.
Bobby leaves to mourn two brothers: William, and Thomas (his brother Michael passed away some time ago); three sisters-in-law: Dora, Ellen, and Jessica; and four nephews: Brian, Eric, Keith, and Jeffrey.
Lovingly Submitted,
The Family.....
One thing I never knew about Bobby was that he was aspiring to be a writer. I have found many of his writings. Considering the fact that he was Autistic, I think they are very well written.
This is why the next few entries to my blog are dedicated to him. I think the world should see what he wrote, and most of all see that just because society labels you in a certain manner, you can overcome it.
I guess the moral of the story is to not give up.
The first few writings will be posted within the next few days, for anyone who wishes to read them.
I am also in the process of designing a website, dedicated to his memory, in which his writings will also be posted, along with artwork I have done......
As always, Keep Dreaming............
This is a copy of the obituary which was published in the program for the funeral service...
Bobby, as we called him, was diagnosed with Autism and organic brain damage at a very early age, and around the age of eight, was struck by a car, which left him with a permanent limp, and emotionally traumatized.
But through his mother's belief, faith and vision for the future, and the inspiration of the family, he began to have the hope to build a life.
Two major contributions he made during his lifetime included a science fiction fan club he organized for the British TV show "Dr. Who", and his annual participation in the "Walk For The Cure", which supports the MS Foundation.
He built a career at a prominent law firm and later pursued an education in computer programming. After completing three years of college, he succeeded in building a career in computer programming and worked for the Department of Defense, along with other major organizations. Most recently, he started his own successful computer programming business, Brightfame Consulting.
Bobby leaves to mourn two brothers: William, and Thomas (his brother Michael passed away some time ago); three sisters-in-law: Dora, Ellen, and Jessica; and four nephews: Brian, Eric, Keith, and Jeffrey.
Lovingly Submitted,
The Family.....
One thing I never knew about Bobby was that he was aspiring to be a writer. I have found many of his writings. Considering the fact that he was Autistic, I think they are very well written.
This is why the next few entries to my blog are dedicated to him. I think the world should see what he wrote, and most of all see that just because society labels you in a certain manner, you can overcome it.
I guess the moral of the story is to not give up.
The first few writings will be posted within the next few days, for anyone who wishes to read them.
I am also in the process of designing a website, dedicated to his memory, in which his writings will also be posted, along with artwork I have done......
As always, Keep Dreaming............
Sunday, January 25, 2009
The Souls of the Children
The face of today, the path of tomorrow
Our children will suffer for the ideas we follow.
We believe we are right, we are holy and just
We believe we must fight and fight we must
For our children are not our own
They are a product of self
They are given to the world
Not just put on a shelf
They are sacred and holy, our future fortold
But we ruin our future
For the lies that we've told
Change will come soon, for it has been seen
By the chosen few diciples, they will intervine
To make the soul whole and one living being
Consciousness is coming
It will erase all bad that has been.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
free sample of eye cream
This has got to be one of the best treatments available, plus they are giving away a few free samples everyday!! Check it out. It's called Revitacil Wrinkle and Eye Cream.
Sample time starts at 10:00 am EST and they give away just so many everyday so if you get the message that sampling for the day is closed then just come back the next day. Also the site itself is very useful and informative. Give it a try and let me and them know what oyu think!!
Just in case the free sample link above doesn't work copy and paste this one
http://www.nutritionaltree.com/samples/sample-giveaway.aspx
Thanks!!
This has got to be one of the best treatments available, plus they are giving away a few free samples everyday!! Check it out. It's called Revitacil Wrinkle and Eye Cream.
Sample time starts at 10:00 am EST and they give away just so many everyday so if you get the message that sampling for the day is closed then just come back the next day. Also the site itself is very useful and informative. Give it a try and let me and them know what oyu think!!
Just in case the free sample link above doesn't work copy and paste this one
http://www.nutritionaltree.com/samples/sample-giveaway.aspx
Thanks!!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Rantings Of The Soul
The pain that I feel
Needing to break free
Swirling in the dying sea
Of emotionless life
Emotionless love?
One and the same,
Could it possibly be?
The strain in my heart
The stress in my head
A loveless life
Living inside myself
Waiting to be fed
These words were in part inspired by a conversation I had with myself. What is it that I really want in life? In love? Is there a difference?
I often wonder why it is that all of a sudden I am struck with the words that I write, the poems that I feel.
For example, here is some stuff that I have previously written...
Everywhere I turn I see your shadow,
As I know you see mine.
We are two of the same all intertwined.
The hope of the world,
We see it together
Seperated now by selfishness and vicious lies.
Can we bring it back?
Is it meant to be?
For our two worlds to be the same,
Will take much work and intent.
Yet I believe that in the end
That this world shall be seen
The way that it was meant.
Two completely different styles of writing. The work of a manic depressive? A particular mood that I happened to be in? Maybe one day I'll figure it out. One day full of hope and inspiration, the next full of despair and regret.
In the end I think it is just my halves mending together as one.
Every single person in this world should be as one. That is my ultimate dream. My True Will.
And so it shall be.
As always...
Keep dreaming!
Needing to break free
Swirling in the dying sea
Of emotionless life
Emotionless love?
One and the same,
Could it possibly be?
The strain in my heart
The stress in my head
A loveless life
Living inside myself
Waiting to be fed
These words were in part inspired by a conversation I had with myself. What is it that I really want in life? In love? Is there a difference?
I often wonder why it is that all of a sudden I am struck with the words that I write, the poems that I feel.
For example, here is some stuff that I have previously written...
Everywhere I turn I see your shadow,
As I know you see mine.
We are two of the same all intertwined.
The hope of the world,
We see it together
Seperated now by selfishness and vicious lies.
Can we bring it back?
Is it meant to be?
For our two worlds to be the same,
Will take much work and intent.
Yet I believe that in the end
That this world shall be seen
The way that it was meant.
Two completely different styles of writing. The work of a manic depressive? A particular mood that I happened to be in? Maybe one day I'll figure it out. One day full of hope and inspiration, the next full of despair and regret.
In the end I think it is just my halves mending together as one.
Every single person in this world should be as one. That is my ultimate dream. My True Will.
And so it shall be.
As always...
Keep dreaming!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Deja vu?
Deja vu. A serious subject. There are many takes on what exactly deja vu is. Here's mine...
Deja vu happens to be a flashback of something you've done or some place you've been, just not yet. I recently had a very real experience with this phenomenon which got me to thinking...
Is there really such a thing as this? Reality, for instance, is what you make of it. So it could be said then if in your own reality you have felt that you have been somewhere before, you probably have. But it could also be said that you are just having a flash back of a particular memory that you might just not remember too well. Or, if it was a memory (flashback), is it a memory of the past, or of a future that hasn't happened yet, and is there a way to tell the difference?
I think there is.
In my quest for the truth to my own dreams and my own reality, I have come across a particular way of looking at things. This is my futile attempt to try to explain them in my own words.
A flash back is just that. A flash back. Deja vu is a flashback that hasn't happened yet. That is the easiest way of describing it. We all have at one time or another felt the feeling of deja vu, but has anyone really thought about where it comes from?
It also ties in with the validity of telepathy. What if, for instance, you have a "memory" or a deja vu moment and just at the same time another person close to you has a flashback of that same moment, but that person has actually experienced what you are perceiving as deja vu? A tell tale sign of telepathy. The conscious exchange of thought patterns with out the use of language.
Sound incredible? That's because it is. But it is real. I experience it daily. There is no need for words, conversation, or any kind of interaction ever again if we could all just learn to open up and let the power that we were born with come to life once again. (A little history goes along with that that I will talk about in a future post) Telepathy is something that we were all able to do at one point in our long chain of evolution, but for whatever reason, we as humans lost the ability to do so.
But back to deja vu. Real? Imagined? A forever debate in which I will always believe in....
As always...
Keep dreaming! ;)
Deja vu happens to be a flashback of something you've done or some place you've been, just not yet. I recently had a very real experience with this phenomenon which got me to thinking...
Is there really such a thing as this? Reality, for instance, is what you make of it. So it could be said then if in your own reality you have felt that you have been somewhere before, you probably have. But it could also be said that you are just having a flash back of a particular memory that you might just not remember too well. Or, if it was a memory (flashback), is it a memory of the past, or of a future that hasn't happened yet, and is there a way to tell the difference?
I think there is.
In my quest for the truth to my own dreams and my own reality, I have come across a particular way of looking at things. This is my futile attempt to try to explain them in my own words.
A flash back is just that. A flash back. Deja vu is a flashback that hasn't happened yet. That is the easiest way of describing it. We all have at one time or another felt the feeling of deja vu, but has anyone really thought about where it comes from?
It also ties in with the validity of telepathy. What if, for instance, you have a "memory" or a deja vu moment and just at the same time another person close to you has a flashback of that same moment, but that person has actually experienced what you are perceiving as deja vu? A tell tale sign of telepathy. The conscious exchange of thought patterns with out the use of language.
Sound incredible? That's because it is. But it is real. I experience it daily. There is no need for words, conversation, or any kind of interaction ever again if we could all just learn to open up and let the power that we were born with come to life once again. (A little history goes along with that that I will talk about in a future post) Telepathy is something that we were all able to do at one point in our long chain of evolution, but for whatever reason, we as humans lost the ability to do so.
But back to deja vu. Real? Imagined? A forever debate in which I will always believe in....
As always...
Keep dreaming! ;)
Thursday, May 8, 2008
The prevention of a dream
Someone once told me that I was stupid. That I was good for nothing. It makes me wonder. Would my life have been different if I was praised instead of always being made to feel like shit? I don't dwell on it too much because what's done is done and I know that the past can't be changed. But I can learn from it. It has taken me 29 years to grow up and look at the reality for what it is. And I know that I still have a lot of growing up to do. I can only hope that I can see the mistakes that I have made in the past for what they were and not make them again. The cycle of hurt and pain stops here. With me. I have said and done many things that I am not proud of. Maybe I should be. They are a part of who I am after all. And again I have to ask, could any of this have been prevented?
There is no reason for life if there is no reason for death. But if you sit there and look at it in the right way, there is no death at all. Ever. I have been forced to reevaluate certain aspects of my life do to the amazingly complex but very real ideas and theories. They have been presented to me in a way that I can in no way dispute, even for a fraction of a second. Every belief, idea, word of everything that has been shoveled into my brain all these years has been ripped out and shredded completely. All because of a few kind words of the one that I love. A very good friend at that. “There is nothing fucking wrong with you”. I will carry those words with me to all eternity. And with that said, I went over my whole life in my head. Before the invention of medication, there was absolutely nothing wrong with any of us. I have always felt that there was something more to life than this Hell that I have been living in. It was only until recently that I realized that I am not the only one who thinks this way. I am not alone. As more and more theories are presented to me, the more I am finding that they are more than that. They are truths. The truth of life and death. The truth of consciousness, end yes, even the universe.
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