Weekend Football Highlights

Bama fought the Noles and the Noles won:



I watched the Alabama game in Tampa last night. Bama played Florida State in Jacksonville. Saban vs. Bowden. And Bowden won. Well, Bama tried. However, I watched USF beat #5 West Virginia in Tampa (the biggest win in the history of USF football) on Friday night. Good for them. I actually have a degree from USF, but it just ain't the same as SEC football.

t.hagood

Site of the Day

This goes right along with the collages I talked about in my last post, but unlike me, it creates montages. It's called Montage-a-google. It takes images from Google images that you search for (via Montage-a-google) and creates montages with them. Give it a try.

t.hagood

Collages

I have been creating collages using Photoshop to post in my blogs. Each blog will have its own representative collage. The most eclectic one will surely be the collage I published in this blog a couple days ago. Why? It's about me. I have also created one for Kiss Your TV, which features movies and TV personalities, and for Just Being is Holy, which features spiritual people and imagery.

I have two more to work on and then this little project will be over. Or will it? The idea came to me because I wanted to design a new template for these blogs, which, let's be honest, I don't know how to do. However, the template is just a frame and when I have posted the collages I've noticed that these blogs may need regular, visually appealing content. I realize my collages may not qualify. But perhaps they're better than nothing. What? Oh. Well... I like them. And as the manager of these blogs I do what I want. And you will look at it because, let's face it, you're pretty hard up for entertainment if you're looking at one of my blogs to begin with.

Joy to the fishies,

t.hagood

t.hagood

Photoshop: The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread

I have been working on a collage tonight using Photoshop. This is where it's at now.

t.hagood

Standing in Duality

What I'm thinking: No one wants to read about my navel. Everyone wants to read about my navel. I have a lot to say about things other than my navel. All I can think to write is what I see--my navel. Inevitably the idea of doing a personal blog brings up such conflicting thoughts in me that I end up not writing anything at all (the worst of all scenarios). I had no clue that writing a personal blog would be the hardest blogging challenge for me. I didn't know how much I cared what others think of me. Or that I was so insecure, so worried about being vulnerable. But admittedly I have published less of my thoughts because of worries. So from now on I will let the thoughts that hinder my creative production go.

What I'm doing: I'm getting ready to go to my girlfriend's ten-year high school reunion. I don't know what to expect. I would never think of going to my own reunion (unless I was really successful; then I could play the shallow and superficial game). I'm sure that last statement is very telling. Anyway, it will be an interesting experience.

I'll let you know.

t.hagood

Ahhh, My Hometown

It appears that the desegregation of the schools in my hometown has even made national news. Today's New York Times Article, Alabama Plan Brings Out Cry of Resegregation, has brought the drama of the Tuscaloosa City School System to light. The use of the federal No Child Left Behind law seems logical yet ironic, at least given who created the law.

t.hagood

Mike Gravel is an Inspiration

Perhaps it's time we had someone who cares about people in the White House. That's why I have created a blog with the goal of electing Mike Gravel the next president of the United States. For more, check out Mike Gravel's Web site or his YouTube channel.

t.hagood

Holy Stagnation Batman!

This blog has become stagnant (note: I realize posting a Mike Gravel YouTube video is cheating). The situation calls for drastic action: a blog about nothing. I said it. That's right, a good old staring-at-my-navel-and-writing-about-it blog. You know I'm capable of it. Perhaps you'd enjoy reading my draft from yesterday "I should blog today. I don't have much to say. I'm looking for a job. A real job. It's not something I enjoy. Looking, that is." There, brilliant! Actually, I lost interest and started playing video games or something ignorant (not like this highly esteemed educational exchange of ideas I'm purveying right now).

I'm getting ready for a trip to Outer Banks, North Carolina. I would like to post more pictures on these blogs, but I have no iLife. That's right. I have no iLife. I have yet to recover from the reformatting of my iBook catastrophe of 2007. The government can't fix New Orleans, and I can't seem to fix this damn computer. I lost at Scrabble last night and I ain't doin' so well in the current game either. Maybe that should be the title of my book. Kind of like Lewis Grizzard's classic book, Elvis is Dead and I Don't Feel So Good Myself. However, I've yet to find anyone who can beat me at boxing on the Wii. I mean when it comes to flailing your arms like a drowning, circus clown with feet glued to a unicycle, I got 'em all beat. OK, I'm just going to continue typing like I didn't just write that.

I was searching Blogger blogs earlier for other folks who live in Sarasota. I found that not only to lots of talented art kids live here, lots of talented art kids here have blogs. Some of them have become stagnant, but man those kids can draw. Now this was just the boost in self-confidence I needed, and so i went to my personal blog and typed out a good old fashioned staring-at-my-navel-and-writing-about-it blog.

And here it is. As I sit here I feel excited about going to the Outer Banks. My navel looks hairy and my belly looks bigger. Maybe I'm gettin' healthy. Shoot, I'll have to call grandma.

Joy to the fishies,

t.hagood

My Fiveness Has Been Confirmed

Main Type	Overall Self

Take Free Enneagram Personality Test

If I Had to Make Sense of the Enneagram...

Two days ago a friend of mine said he thinks that I'm a nine (mediator) on the Enneagram. And after careful study I beg to differ. I had always seen myself in five, nine, eight and seven. It turns out that five relates to all of those and I, perhaps, overlooked the wings of four and six (loyal skeptic). I believe that I'm probably a five (observer) with a strong four (romantic) wing. As a five my stress is a seven (epicure) and my security type is eight (protector). My unconnected look-a-like type is a nine (mediator), probably why I'm often confused as a nine. The great influences on my life, my parents, relate to this. I believe my father is a nine and my mother is a self-declared four (no arguments here).

So if I can make any sense of the Enneagram it is that I'm a five who needs to often step back and recharge. When I'm secure I am an eight who tells it like it is and sticks up for the underdog. When I'm stressed I turn into a seven who occupies my time throwing myself into different projects that I will undoubtedly lose interest in before moving on to others. My strong four wing means that I want to find deep meaning in relationships and always believe that others have found happiness. I also have a six wing, which means I'm often controlled by fear. Who isn't?

I took my test in a book, but you can also find resources online at sites like similarminds.com
I'm not sure how much truth or wisdom this test contains. Maybe I should know that by studying and believing that I'm any of these, I probably thing too much.

Peace,

t.hagood

Speaking Truth to Power: Bill Moyers is My Hero