Poutine Is Born

It is an exciting time for Seed Enterprises. On Tuesday June 7th we found out that our second book “Poutine” is going to be published. If all goes well it will be ready for a fall release.

Poutine is: A irreverent guide to day-to-day life and pop culture. Poutine is chalk full of wicked humor, amazing anecdotes, eye popping imagery. Ouch my eyes!!!, hard-hitting commentary and abstract random musings.

If we had a gun against our heads and were forced to compare Poutine to other books, well, we couldn’t. If however, the gun was loaded, that would change our minds a bit and we would say it is a cross between George Carlin, The Chicken Soup Books or David Rakoff, complete with cheese curds and gravy.

Anyways, we would like to solicit your help. Though the publisher will likely come up with a cover design for us, we would like to tap our creativity even more and try to design our own. Below are 5 covers that we have come up with thus far and would appreciate your input. Send your picks to theseedvan@hotmail.com . Thank you for your input!

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Garden Center

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Lone Leaf

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Funky Circles

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Venice Street Scene

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Ducky

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All of the images on the covers are Seed Originals.

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If you haven’t already picked up your copy of our first book Seed’s Sketchy Relationship Theories - A Guide to the Perils of Dating (How not to become a bar regular), now would be the perfect time. Just click on www.seedenterprises.com and follow the links.

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Thank You!

A Seedism & Seed Visual

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“the first rule to living an exceptional life is

to accept what you’re not.”

-the seed

Reality Cheque

Frustration and desperation were unfortunately starting to set in. Was failure soon to follow with its army of naysayers, well wishers when your life mirrors theirs, however, when you begin to step out and pursue greatness they seem to turn away from you or even worse, slam a hook into you and start to reel you back into a place where they can understand.

“I could have written a book if I didn’t have to work all day.” -

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Being consumed with the pursuit of new found passion can make 16 hour days appear to be the norm. They’re not, but still it is necessary in the early stages of the pursuit. It can be increasingly addictive, the pursuit that is, true greatness will only come if you can bash down the doors of insecurity and self doubt. A monumental task. Could it be insurmountable? Of course it could. If you are coward.

Questions start to creep in, they circle as if you are weak and it will only be a matter of time before you bow down and become their broken prey. What if your work, your passion, is not worthy of providing you with the necessary benefits of a sustainable existence? You find this thought slamming into you full force from the left.

Before you can process this query ‘bang’ from the right comes: What if the jury comes back and the verdict is negative? Fuck! I am down. I’m hurting. Stop. Please stop. Doubt is starting to win. It senses victory. Do you stop? Do you discount their voices? Or do you accept the conclusion of their deliberations and change course and retreat back to mediocrity? The problem is, that if it is truly your passion that you have discovered, it is not an option. You can’t retreat. Your only option is to discount those who are pestiferous. You must eliminate them from the equation.

However, reality has begun to set in, reality sometimes has a habit of masking itself as failure. The early verdict has come in, and though it is not a competition, this verdict indicates that your passion is an overwhelming success. You knew that already, finding away to accept it is the challenge. Your passion actually seems to be defying all boundaries. You even find yourself learning more about your penned words, from the opinions of others. This is humbling. If it is such a success, why are you living a life that is so impecunious? If it was not for the generosity of a few, you would have become meek and would likely be living in a box. You can’t allow that to be your sentence.

You’ve prepared a list of all of the places that you have approached over the last several months in an attempt to bridge the ever pressing financial responsibilities. The list depresses. One page - two pages - how can it be three pages in length? How can no one be interested? The list is an attempt to encourage a loosening of the purse strings of a potential source of funds. You realize during this exercise people are lame. Surely they can see the drive and determination that is written all over your face.

You have now waited over 45 minutes for your meeting. Time is running short. You have a meeting in 25 minutes with one of the establishments on the list and you have no option but to leave. The drive to this meeting would normally take 15 - 20 minutes, it has now taken 25 and you still have a ways to go. Your pride has already been swallowed, this really is not part of the plan. Yet it has to be, if you want to continue the pursuit of your dream. Living in a box is not a feasible option.

“Fuuucccck!” you scream as you slam your hand into the steering wheel.

These actions don’t remove any of the stress. You feel your blood begin to boil. You are rushing to a meeting that simply makes you ill at the thought of the work involved and due to situations out of your control you may miss the opportunity to perform this undesirable work. Ironic. Like the lack of interest in your list, this must be a sign. You must keep pushing forward.

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You leave the meeting. They seem to want you. Actually it is basically a cattle call, the work is menial, hire 50 slam them against the wall and see how many stick. The answer is usually 1. There is something beautiful about realizing this. This will only be a pit stop. If you proceed you can leave at any time, when your passion becomes more relevant. Sadness fills your heart as you realize others are not as fortunate as you. This is their reality. Hopefully their satisfaction is derived from elsewhere. What kind of life is it if you manage to survive 10 years of mind numbing work you will reach the highest level of pay. Twenty-two dollars an hour. Then you simply die. Unfortunately for most on this course, emotional death comes much earlier.

Once again your back at the office with your list. Forty more minutes of weaving in and out of traffic. Every second of this trek is taking you away from your real goal. This is not productive time. Your told that they can’t see you now, come back in 45 minutes. Another hurdle. For the first time you recognize how precious your time is. You rush home. More road construction - this is taking way too long. You are only home for a few moments, somehow you manage to send off 3 resumes in that time. This kind of pisses you off since you are being forced to jump over hurdles to prove you deserve funding.

Integrity fully intact you present your never ending efforts. If your efforts are declined, so be it. Of course they will not turn you down. Articulately you explain your situation, reveal the pursuits of the day. You do this with a calm confidence. Your request will not break their bank and will allow you to continue on the journey with a little of the pressure alleviated.

Declined you head to your bank, royalty cheque in hand from your first quarter as an author. Strangely you are not worried, it is just another obstacle that will make the eventual success a more interesting story. Funny, the rejection was because you were unable to prove that your cash flow was limited.

You get out of the car exactly one block away from the bank. The drive to the bank, well, more construction says it all. This day sucks.

After a couple of steps you notice a business card on the ground, it has fallen from your folder. You pick it up and as you do, out of the corner of your eye you catch something being tossed by the wind beneath the car. You think nothing of it and carry on. Half a block later you open your folder and to your dismay the cheque isn’t there, so you head on back to the car. Flipping thru every page you can’t find the cheque.

Under the seats - the glove box - everywhere. Damn-it!

Did you leave it at last meeting? You remember taking it out as part of your presentation.

Fuuuck! I am going to have to go back to the scene of the rejection. Another 20 or 30 more wasted minutes. I am meant to be promoting my efforts - my passion. ----

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You get down into a push up position and look under the car. Could the wind have deposited the cheque under the car? Is that what you saw? Two cars later and the results aren’t positive, you resign yourself to the fact that you will have to go back. Almost defeated, you decide that you still have to go to the bank.

Halfway there you cross the street which consists of 4 lanes. About 200 paces later you are at the banks door. You sense something brush against you leg.

You look down and flip - flip - flip - tumble - flip, like a leaf being thrown around helplessly by the breeze.

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Only it is not a leaf, you bend over to pick up the wind blown object. To your dismay and astonishment, it’s the cheque, your first Royalty Cheque, one corner was damp, it had apparently taken the time on its journey to take a brief dip in a puddle, but much like your journey of the day, complete with struggles and challenges, it stayed true to its pursuits and found a way to the final destination.

Clarity engulfs you, the few who have kept you fed and sheltered are the real jury. Their verdict is in and you can’t quit. You have a greater mission. It won’t be easy - nothing significant ever is. Your Royalty Cheque wasn’t a Royalty Cheque after-all - instead it symbolized something far greater - it had become a “Reality Cheque.”

It is now time for the journey to continue.

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3.5 cents of the listed price. No membership required.

I have been formulating this story for a long time now. IN MY HEAD! I have approached it from a vast variety of angles, however, up till today, Thursday April 28th 2005, I was not sure which angle was really the appropriate one to take. It then smacked me directly, full on, in the face. We may be screwed. I must clarify for a second. I hope not. I wish I was stupid. I may be. I’m probably not. I am not quite ready to dawn Sandwich Boards as fashion statement. But…..

You see gas prices have been sky rocketing threatening all aspects of our world. We are a fossil fueled, oil based world, everything about our lifestyles revolve around oil. Our food (both cooking and delivery), transportation, heating (vitally important in the northern climes) and our economic futures and quite frankly our survival as a species. Ironic as it may be the day after the pomp and pageantry involved in unveiling the new Airbus 380, seating available for over 880 or 4oo Americans, unless it has been in the works for a long time now our primary fuel source may be nearing the exhaustion level.

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Sure we use smoke & mirrors to try to discount the obvious, local news channels run stories about the exorbitant fuel prices.

Quite often they use sound bites of individuals older than sixty who shout out their anger, “The prices are ridiculous. I remember when…….”

The thing the media neglects is, the simple fact that these people also remember walking uphill to school thru 6 foot snow drifts, bare-footed, both ways.

In today’s age we even have websites dedicated to finding the cheapest gas prices available in a particular area. The problem with this is simple, dumb people visit these websites, hop into their SUV, travel and pollute and basically consume the same amount and in most cases even more fuel in their quest of savings. Rarely would a lawyer making over $100 per hour bother driving an extra 5o miles to fill their tanks. In my estimation these sites are only perpetuating the problem, encouraging more consumption and screwing the world even more.

The general sentiment is maybe the Oil Companies are gouging us. They are only concerned with massive profits. They likely are. I remember when I was in my twenties in the eighties hearing that the Oil Companies were crushing innovative inventions that allowed cars to get 50-70 and even over 100 miles per gallon. The public couldn’t know. Gas was cheap and making profits is the American way. The American Dream. Which leads us to ponder the following question: Is America a country or one large money making corporation?

Oh yeah - what smacked me in the face was this. Today again, April 28th 2005, while I was at home writing my memoirs, which in itself is funny to say, since I don’t think I am old enough to be memoir worthy. G. W. B was on as background music. I think he may have been preempting Oprah. F--g serious. I spoke of these two in a previous publication which I had a hand in writing, entitled, Seed’s Sketchy Relationship Theories - A Guide to the Perils of Dating (How not to become a bar regular).

I listened for a couple of minutes and G.W. mentioned the oil crisis facing America today. Not the world, but just America.

He said, “America is currently consuming oil at a rate where we are using 40% more oil than we are capable of producing.” he continued, “We are trying to find other sources (Middle East) and will do what can to ensure that we have an Oil Supply for the future.”

Hmm. G.W. is from Texas.

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This prompted more research on my part. I quickly went to the interior of my brain and came up with some thoughts on the matter. If G.W. is on national television talking about this, it must be serious. Smart Cars are popping up all over North America now. Much like the middle class is disappearing and you are either rich or working slaves. Are our roads soon to be sprinkled with either SUV’s or Smart Cars?

With a little more thought I concluded, the SUV may be the last citadel of vehicle luxury. They come equipped with just about every luxury imaginable. And if you want more luxury all you need to do is: “Pimp Your Ride.” In fact if you were to compare an SUV to that of the size of an Urban Condo and Apartment, there would not be much of a difference. Condo - 450 square feet. SUV - 425 square feet. Really, I actually measured. Then I realized the SUV is really the condo of the future. Once our fuel supply is exhausted, SUV communities will sprinkle the roadways of North America.

I hope were not too late. My gut tells me yes. My heart tells me yes. My brain tells me...... Nothing right now. I actually turned it off for a moment so that it won’t distract me while I am writing.

Now if some of the theories are correct and we have already passed “Peak Oil.” Peak Oil theorists state that our current levels of consumption cannot support our current population and unless drastic measures are taken to change our consumption patterns or population we don’t have much time left. Ten maybe twenty years max.

That’s ok, someone will fix it for us. They always do. I now suggest pulling your head out of the sand. Who? The oil of other parts of the world. The Middle East’s Oil. I have heard that other sources of energy are quickly being developed. Soy energy is being developed for instance. I just had a premonition, the powers that be think, Soy Energy would be a great way to power the Oil Drilling Rigs in Alaska.

Perhaps the oil of Alberta. They have a far - far - far - far to the right radical philosophies. The residents of the province of Alberta, actually are starting to believe that they discovered the Oil under their feet. There has even been a hint of a separatist movement brewing in the province. Keep pushing your selfish agenda Alberta and I am certain someone will come looking for your WMD.

Poutine certainly has taken a more serious tone with this story. Sorry about that. Remember it is just one perspective and is meant as food for thought. A couple of more things to ponder: 1. We are either close to out. 2. We have at least 1000 year supply left. Now my question to you is what is worse? If we are not almost out and we do have a 1000 year supply left: Why the fuck are the oil companies gouging us? And to carry it a step further: Why the fuck are we in Iraq?

Just think, if we are out and we have managed to exhaust the supply in less than 100 years and for instance the world population has increased by approximately 3 billion people since 1970 to 6.4 billion. Holy crap! Who wants to tell China who is just starting to get a taste of the North American thirst for consumption, “OF EVERYTHING,” that they can’t? Who? I am serious here, who? I know, I don’t want to?

Just imagine saying, “Hey China no Super Big Gulps for you.”

I almost forgot where I got the idea for this story from. One day I was filling up my small car that I rarely drive and I noticed the price on the pump was 3.5 cents less than the posted price. I thought I had just been lucky. The next day I noticed that the station I filled up at and the competitor across the street had additional new signs advertising savings of 3.5 cents off of the posted price. No memberships required. Hell, not only do we have to deal with the new excessively high prices. We have to look for a bloody sign to save a couple of cents. So to answer the question. Are the Oil Companies gouging us? Regardless of whether we are out of fuel or not the answer is:

YES.

In my estimation unless we make some radical changes we are DONE. However, in that spirit lets do something about it. Get out of your SUV and go for a walk. You do remember how to walk now: Don’t you?

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Excerpt from the soon to be released book Poutine.

Poutine is: A irreverent guide to day-to-day life and pop culture. Poutine is chalk full of wicked humor, amazing anecdotes, eye popping imagery. Ouch my eyes!!!, hard-hitting commentary and abstract random musings.

Seed's Life 31-45

We're baaacccckkk!!! Fan or fans whatever the case may be, we hope you missed us. We have been on a bit of a hiatus. A regrouping of sorts. We have experienced a lot of exciting new events over the last few weeks and some of those events took our attention away. We needed to focus our efforts on these new priorities. You see - two of our pending new book releases have been requested by well respected publishers. We will keep you posted on the progress. Due to these requests we have been scrambling to put together enough material to submit our efforts in an attempt to ensure the best possibility of publishing and literary success. We apologize to those of you that have tuned in and have been disappointed by the lack of new updates. We promise we will try to never let that happen again.

To start kick off our return here is another installment of:

Seed’s Life

(Points 41-45)

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1. I will never diminish another persons life experiences.
2. I was once at the same restaurant as the Tequila Restaurant (point 32), having lunch with 3 girls I know. My friend who bathed me showed up and pointed out to me that all 3 were included in the ____women total. I wonder if they knew?
3. Strippers are people too!!! Naked people, but, people nonetheless.
4. I sometimes worry about my teeth.
5. Now that I have found my passion, I work 12-14 hours a day. I better be good at what I am doing.

Check back in a week for points 46-50. By the way I highly recommend this exercise to each and every one of you, it may help you to unlock the doors to the future. See you again soon!!!

Check the archives for all previous posts.
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Seedism and a Seed Image

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“you can’t become who you are meant to be

until you accept who you're not.”

-the seed

The Creation of A Book

At this stage of my journey through life I have come to a place where I have started to really observe how people are treating one another. And I am not sure if I like what I see. I think we all need to initiate change.

Several years ago I was in a very good place in life. I had a loving relationship and great friends. Basically life was grand. At that time I was working in the bar industry and in my free time I would make some general comments on the dating world. These comments turned into Relationship Theories. One of my dear friends suggested that I should start recording these theories. I did. In a short time I had created about 40 pages with the said theories being somewhat controversial, always edgy, with a touch of twisted humor thrown in for flavor. However, since I was content with life the drive to complete more was missing.

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Next - I made what one might call a monumental mistake. I commented to another friend that I had never been so incredibly ‘happy’. Despite some of life’s challenges the future never looked brighter. If I could go back in time I would have certainly retracted that statement, or at least broke a finger or sprained an ankle on the way home that night. I think it may be imperative to at least have a touch of turmoil in life. Turmoil has a way to ground us. Make us appreciate the journey more. The reason why this was such a significant mistake was within days a series of events started to unravel that I would not want anyone to ever have to experience.

In the short form version, in less than 2 months, starting almost immediately, my relationship ground to a halt. No warning signs. No confrontations. In an instant it ended like a confusing unexplainable bad dream. Before I could even grasp what had happened in my own world, I ran into a young friend at Choices Market on a sunny Friday afternoon. He expressed to me how much his life sucked. I hugged him. He went home and took his own life.

His last words to me were, “My Life Sucks.”

Less than a week had passed when another friend, 28 years old took me aside to tell me he was dying of cancer. I was struggling with my own heartbreak and yet for some reason was still having to dig deep and remain compassionate.

Four more days passed. My phone rang. I had become afraid of the phone during this time, it was not a purveyor of good news. On this particular day the voice on the other end was my closest relative an aunt. I am the youngest of seven, with three older brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, some 17 odd years ago I had actually witnessed, one year apart, both of my parents taking their last breathes of life. I was the only one of the siblings present to experience these traumatic events. I couldn’t understand why the youngest had to experience this trauma alone. I just new it was for some reason my responsibility.

Now on this particular day my aunt had called to tell me she was changing her will. She was cutting my evil sisters out. I was not enjoying this conversation. I was struggling in my own world, the happiness of the past was quickly changing into the despair of the present. Next she told me the real reason for the call. She told me she was dying. I could barely handle the news. What was happening to my world. I was witnessing death after death, yet at the same time I was being asked to be compassionate. I wanted to become self-absorbed, unfortunately it was not being allowed.

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My aunt had accepted her mortality. She was at ease with it. The problem for me was, I wasn’t. She quickly deteriorated. My family started to alienate me because I would not drop everything and leave Vancouver to watch my aunt die in Edmonton. At the same time some of my supposed friends turned their backs on me as well.

They said that, “I had seemed to have changed.”

Needless to say friendships came to an end.

Within a month she passed away. Three days after her funeral one of my evil sisters called. I was prepared for the guilt. Instead she informed me that my last remaining uncle died unexpectedly in his sleep the night before.

At that exact moment, I realized I was in trouble. I was devoid of emotion. Unless numbness is considered an emotion. By this time I had cried on 67 consecutive days. I was never entirely certain which event prompted the waterfalls. I guess I didn’t need to associate them with any one in particular. They were a cumulative creation.

At this point of time I had lost my ‘happy’ and I wasn’t sure if it would ever be found again.

I decided I needed to leave my environment. Europe seemed to be the answer. I had never been, nor did I ever have the desire to go. For some reason these events sparked something in me, Europe now seemed to make perfect sense.

A great friend asked if he could come with me. He was wise enough to ask. I think he wanted to chaperone me on my journey to make sure I was Ok. The only thing holding me back was the need to renew my passport. I put a rush order in. I needed however, to first get a new birth certificate. I was informed the process would only take a couple of days to complete.

Two weeks later and still no birth certificate. My friend had quit his job so he was becoming anxious. I phoned the vital statistics department in Alberta to inquire about the delay. I was told they couldn’t issue me a new birth certificate because some of the information I gave them did not match their records. I asked them what they needed. To which the civil servant matter-of-factly replied:

“Could you phone your parents and ask them:

Who your real parents are?”

I ended up going to Europe. It may have saved my life.

I found out the identity of my real parents. Not great news, quite disturbing actually.

During my journey I really took notice of what is going on in our world. It is not necessarily good. Somehow I managed to take my observations and I wrote 340 more pages on my theories. I think we need to encourage positive change now more than ever before. In fact I think it is our responsibility. Amazingly I managed to write a book that is not only controversial, challenging the state of relationships and the world today, but also, despite the traumatic events I had experienced, the book has a very strong positive message. It is also filled with twisted humor. The book is called Seed’s Sketchy Relationship Theories - A Guide to the Perils of Dating (How not to become a bar regular). To me it represents my greatest accomplishment. It also represents that if you dig deep inside and try to look at things in a positive light regardless of circumstance, we are all capable of great things.

Finally the moral of this story is: If you ever find yourself in a place where you are the happiest you have ever been.

Sprain something.

That in a nutshell is how this book came to be.

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These events lead me and my great friend known as Euro Seed to complete and release Seed's Sketchy Relationship Theories - A Guide to the Perils of Dating (How not to become a bar regular).

Seed's Sketchy Relationship Theories is available at www.seedenterprises.com where you can follow your links to your favorite bookseller.

Rerun

"Ouch! Damn it!" Sorry about the potty mouth folks, it kind of just slipped out. You see I have painfully had to take some mind numbing employment to keep the Seed Enterprise Marketing Juggernaut moving forward. If you happened to read the story from a previous week titled “Reality Cheque”, you would understand my anguish. Actually in reality it is not all bad, it means instead of focusing 14 hours per day on Seed Enterprises, I now focus 8 or 9 hours on it. The problem is I also spend 6 or 7 hours on the mind numbing, stomach wrenching, gap bridging employment mentioned above. Luckily for me I am not working with 24 hour days, I made a special request to the man/woman in charge, the Grand Poobaa and I was graciously given an extension. My days are now 30 hours. Lucky for me because I use 4 of the extra 6 hours for sleep. I heard a rumor that sleep may actually be important.

I will keep my postprandial ramblings to a minimum. The whole point of the above paragraph is to illustrate that The Seed here, at the offices of Seed Enterprises, will do whatever it takes to make our venture an even greater success than it already is. Thus far we have received 26 reviews on our book with 23 of them being 5 Stars, 2 - 4 Stars, 1 - 2 Stars and we even received our first hate mail. To check out the featured review and the ‘tag lines’ of all of the reviews you may go to http://vancouver.dose.ca/webx?14@@.ee99c43 or to our website at www.seedenterprises.com . We do truly appreciate your support. If you haven’t already we would love it if you were to pick up a copy of our book, we are sure you will be entertained.

If you happened to drop in because you were looking forward to another captivating Thursday story from the Seed point of view, I must apologize, due to the above mentioned numbing of the mind, with the exception of the last 2 ½ paragraphs this week we are running a rerun of a previous Thursday story. We are still offering up some fresh stuff, some interactive fun for you to enjoy. You know the stuff that your friends send to you in mass emails without taking the time to personalize the message. I know you do. For your required entertainment enjoyment we suggest visiting the following:

http://www.worldjumpday.org/

(our opportunity to change the course of history)

http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html

(who doesn’t want to talk like a pirate?)

http://n.ethz.ch/student/mkos/pinguin.swf

(a simple game)

Without any further hesitation, we suggest that you sit back and relax and enjoy the rerun. We have simplified it for you all you have to do is click on the link below and you will be whisked away to a land of enchantment. Maybe not enchantment, ignore the enchantment reference and just enjoy. Today’s rerun is titled: Banana Holders

http://seedenterprises.blogspot.com/2005/03/banana-holders.html

Of course we are unlike the media giants that control the information we are fed regularly, to differentiate ourselves we have decided to offer you up as part of our ongoing desire to entertain, Another Seed Original Image.

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“The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd.
The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been.
Creativity in living is not without its attendant difficulties
And the unfortunate thing about being ahead of your time is
That when people realize you were right, they’ll say it was obvious all along.”

-Author Unknown

Thanks for dropping by. We promise to serve up something fresh next week, maybe something relating to the rising fuel prices.

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Note: Seed Enterprises is always interested in innovative marketing suggestions. If you have any insight you would like to share with us feel free to send us an email. Also, if you or anyone you know may be interested in investing in a dynamic exciting company, once again, send us an email and we get back to you to dicuss the possibilities.

Seed's Life 36-40

Wow! Tuesday is here again, this marks the 8th installment of Seed exposing himself for all to see. As always we hope you are enjoying your look into Seed’s Life and the whole Seed Enterprise Blogging Experience. We invite you to encourage your friends to drop in as well. If you desire feel free to send us a message. We would love to hear from you. Anyways, it is now time for another installment of:

Seed’s Life

(Points 36-40)

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1. I liked it. (see point 35)
2. Sometimes I felt dirty afterwards. I still liked it though.
3. I have deep brown eyes. Even my blind one.
4. I have only talked to my father once. Very surreal. He sounds like he has had a challenging life. Maybe someday I will meet him.
5. Finding out you were created on a drunken night is not pleasant news. Maybe not to uncommon, but still not pleasant.

Check back in a week for points 41-45. By the way I highly recommend this exercise to each and every one of you, it may help you to unlock the doors to the future. See you again soon!!!

Check the archives for all previous posts.
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Please be delicate in the use of this information.

A Seedism & Seed Visual

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“Reality is not what you are told.

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-the seed.
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Zero Calories

Diatribe in progress. Will be finished soon. It promises to be exhilarating. In the meantime here is another tentative working title of one of our soon to be released books, “Put Down The Fork.” For more information on this and other books that are in the Seed Enterprises Book Hopper, just click on the link below the books cover. If you find that you are not actually reading this tasty juicy piece of Spam, then we think you may be some sort of 'Twisted Freak***. How can you possibly be reading something that is not actually here? Stop it! You are scaring us. May we suggest that you only read the material presented to you, as it is presented.

“Seed can you please cut our Blog readers some slack. They have taken the time to turn on their computers, made the effort to go to the Seed Enterprise website and have chosen, that’s right, chosen, to seek some of their daily dosage of entertainment from our written words. They don’t deserve to be called ‘Twisted Freaks’.” Friends, once again my dear friend, Voices In My Head, has informed me that berating the audience is not the best of marketing ploys. This one time I am going to listen to VIMH, and apologize for my insensitive ramblings above. Nevertheless, I have decided to leave the above opening in as part of this story, therefore, you did read it and we will never know for sure if any of you are actually ‘Twisted Freaks’ or not. Unless of course you are the type of ‘Freak’ that starts your reading with the 2nd paragraph. If that is the case there likely is no hope for you.

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Whew!!!! My pen finger is a little tired now. Regardless of my finger exhaustion, I am going to fight threw the pain and deliver the promised piece of script titled Zero Calories. I hope some of you are still with me. If you are, I will try to keep it enthralling, leaving you gasping for…… You decide what you want to gasp for, I don’t think anyone else has the right to make anyone else’s gasping decisions for them. Gasping has always been and should remain a personal decision. If you so choose to gasp for more words from Seed, check back tomorrow, I think a new Question and Answer in the Ask Seed World will be posted. Don’t worry it will not be anything like today’s story, since it was written quite some time ago during a more lucid interval. I think today the gerbils that are exercising on the wheel in my brain, may be a little loopy. Thus explaining the last 3 paragraphs.

Finally we have now arrived at Zero Calories. You may think that I spend endless hours trying to come up with story ideas to write about. You may also think the endless hour total is increased dramatically by the research I do on each topic. Well my friends, in reality, everything that I write about represents things that I come across in my day-to-day journeys that either piss me off, elicit a need to make some form of positive change, crack me up, or strike me as just plain odd. As for endless hours. There is no such thing. The Grim Reaper sees to that.

A couple of weeks ago I was out with friends when we witnessed some television Spam, dressed all sexy, revealing, tantalizing and hot suggesting a new product for our consumption. This product was some refreshing beverages (basically water), that was injected with a hint of fruit flavors, in attempt to enhance the consumption pleasure. Some marketing executives felt that if they concentrated on the sapid and odorous elements of the fruit flavors, they would be able to encourage the buying public to part with a couple of dollars, in-turn the consumers would enjoy ingesting the required 8 glasses per day (8 x $2 = $16).

I am not sure why, but I was intrigued by this ad and started thinking; “Wow if I drink fruit flavored water, not only will I be satiated, but my body will become ripped and my wardrobe will improve dramatically. Not to mention I will likely be instantly transported to carefree Happy Land, much like the people in the commercial.” It’s funny, I’ve seen my share of Beer Spam, those people are pretty damn sexy too and they look like they are having a blast. Who am I supposed to believe? Beer - fruit flavored water - beer - fruit flavored water - beer - beer - gin - scotch - beer.

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Picture is a gift from a 4 year old artist named Christian.

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Then it hit me. A solution to the ever expanding problem of obesity. It is so simple. I am not sure why no one has come up with this program before. We may have finally stumbled across a way to lessen the gap between the girth expanding, BMI increasing, consumption driven North Americans (China soon to follow) and the Svelte Pilates obsessed, fruit flavored water drinking Armada. THE PRICE OF FOOD SHOULD BE IN DIRECT CORRELATION TO THE NUMBER OF CALORIES. Sounds crazy doesn’t it? Just think about it for a minute, if this was the formula. Only the rich would be fat. I see the equation working sort of like this. Water = Zero Calories, therefore, water should cost $0. Whopper with Cheese Meal, roughly 1100 calories, I don’t know, for example sake, lets say, restaurants are allowed to charge 2 cents per calorie. That would make the Whopper Meal $22.00. A salad on the other hand would be in the neighborhood of $2. Of course more research would have to be done to set the prices.

Obesity amongst the poorest members of society would quickly be alleviated. The poor and homeless would be more prone to eat vegetables and drink water instead of scraping together the pittance they can gather and rushing to the local fast food joint for their sodium enriched fast food fixes. Because that is what it really is, just like drugs, a fix. I am healthy, yet I to crave the sodium and sugar that these major conglomerates hooked me up with when I was a kid. “Damn you for putting sugar on your tasty fries.”

Do you still think I am crazy? Radical I know. But if you really think about it, in a way it makes perfect sense.

*** I consider ‘Twisted Freak’ to be a term of endearment.

This story may be flavor enhanced by Euro Seed. Check back periodically.

Seed's Life 31-35

Another April Fools day has come and gone and I have maintained my level of foolery at reasonable level. That is not to say that at times in the life of Seed, he has not accomplished some incredible endeavors of foolishness, however, as I slowly mature, I have successfully turned the idiocy meter down a bit. Just a bit though, I never want to fully mature, that would just be boring. Perhaps you will be able to discover some of my foolish achievements in the continuing feature:

Seed’s Life.

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1. Marriage is a failing institution. I am not entirely sure why gay culture is fighting so hard for the right to marry. Does Gay Culture think it will be any different for them? Personally, I don’t want to be treated like everyone else.
2. I think if you are a true fan of sports, you would prefer to participate instead of watch. Admission to sports should be free. After-all the corporations have captive audiences to sell their wares to.
3. My IQ is quite high. I don’t know if that translates to intelligence.
4. Tequila bad. Very, very bad. On one of my birthdays, I went golfing in 35 degree heat (95 Fahrenheit), I drank a lot of beer. Met some friends at a restaurant after the golf. In a matter of 20 or 30 minutes my friend Carol made me consume 6 or 7 tequila shots. Apparently the next thing for me was, spending some time going off like old faithful. The poor kids at the next table. The next morning I woke up clean and refreshed. I found out later my good friends put me in the back of a pick-up truck and took me home. One of my dear friends even put me in the shower and cleansed me. That is a good friend. Maybe he knows if my penis is bigger than average.
5. I have made love to over ____ women.

Check back in a week for points 36-40. By the way I highly recommend this exercise to each and every one of you, it may help you to unlock the doors to the future. See you again soon!!!

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Happy Johnny/Volume 1

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Happy Johnny

A new character has been born. His name is Happy Johnny. On the first Monday of each month the Seed Enterprise collective will be bringing you updates on the evolution of Happy Johnny (that is if we happen to remember). Happy Johnny Hats - Shirts - Greetings Cards - Mouse Pads along with various other fine original Happy Johnny products can be found throughout our Web Boutique. These quality fashion statements are just a click away at http://www.cafepress.com/seedsboutique/447988 . We are sure you will enjoy.

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happy johnny was born on October 22, 2004 in Denver General Hospital in Denver, Colorado. There are conflicting reports that Happy Johnny actually assisted during his own birth. Rumor has it that he actually had to cut the umbilical chord after the attending doctor collapsed from a major heart attack. At this point in time, the attention of the nurses in the delivery room quickly switched from Johnny's birth to trying to resuscitate Dr. Brannigan. Johnny’s father Geraldo would have assisted, but he suffered from a weak constitution and had also collapsed just a few moments earlier. This left poor little Johnny as the only one available and somehow with a quirky little smile and a wink he managed to free himself and enter the world. It was obvious that right from the start Johnny was a gifted child … .

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Banana Holders

"Where do you want to go to eat?" "What do you want to eat?" Those two questions likely rank near the top of insurmountable reasons for failed relationships. They are somewhere just below infidelity and financial troubles in the ominous world of evaporating bliss. Often these queries have the ability to reduce usually astute individuals to stuttering fools. When one is alone to make the decision, it is easy to fall into a routine, Mac & Cheese on Monday, my favorite chicken on Tuesday, pork chops made to taste like my favorite chicken on Wednesday, beer on Thursday (tasting slightly like my favorite chicken) and of course some kind of water creature on Friday, 0nce again in the same tantalizing array of taste sensations as my favorite chicken. Variety truly adds spice to life. As for the weekends, blurrrrr………….

However, when one is coupled or in the company of friends, those two questions take on an entirely different meaning. The words though conquerable, open the door for debate, frustration and the destruction of days and relationships. Individuals often find themselves not only balancing delicate relationship issues, but also facing their own gastronomical desires, which require gentle manipulation to satisfy. We have all been there. “Where do you want to eat?” Is often followed by, “Where do you want to eat?” Next the predictable “I don’t care.” Then, a suggestion, “How about Chinese or Mexican?” “Ahh I don’t feel like those.” “Why did you say, I don’t care then?” Which is of course followed by, “We always go where you want to go.” or “Why do we always go to the same places?” Quickly the simple need to fuel oneself, crumbles down to entirely different issues such as, “You never support me” and “I do most of the cleaning.”

How does this happen? Magic. That is the simple one word answer. In reality it is one of the greatest mysteries of the universe. When taste buds, moods, the need for love & validation are all combined they quite often result in a toxic broth that only those with the strongest of stomachs and resolve will be able to survive. You may be thinking that this segments title is Banana Holders, what the hell is Seed talking about the whole eating thing for? Man he must have issues. Hold on, I am getting to the Banana Holders section of the story, I just thought a little commentary on eating would be appropriate since bananas are food and as the main character in the movie Big Fish so aptly stated, “When a man tells a story sometimes he tells it straight thru……..” And oh yeah - the whole story started out when a friend and I were trying to decide where to eat one Saturday afternoon.

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"Seed, White Spot has a 2 burgers for $5.98 deal on, do you want to go grab lunch there?” “Sure Nick that sounds good.” You may be wondering, hey wait a minute, where is all the confusion and arguing. The talking in circles, which quickly deteriorates into some form of argument. Well first off, I learned a long time ago, that it is not worth the frustration to fight over food. And secondly and most importantly he was paying. We added a order of fries and a drink to our order and somehow the $5.98 was now $12.00. Taxes are very confusing.

Next it was off to Canadian Tire to pick up some household supplies and during this endeavor I happened upon a product that for lack of a better term, absolutely baffles me. Are you ready for it? I think you likely know what the product I am talking about may be. You are right Canadian Tire sells a product called - Banana Holder. I found myself strangely drawn to it. I would go to other sections of the store, only to find myself returning to examine this product in greater detail. If when I mentioned the name, you were thinking along the lines of athletic support for men, which by the way, would be an excellent name for a jock strap. You would be wrong. You see some inventive genius one day came up with the idea that bananas need to be hung off of the kitchen counter by some contraption that resembles the game ‘Hang Man’, that we all played to kill time with our friends in elementary school. This said Banana Holder, consists of a wooden base, a banana shaped frame and a hook at the top for hanging the bananas. Apparently it is inappropriate to put bananas on the counter or in the fruit bowl with the other vitamin enriched members of our diet. As I said very baffling.

This arcane and very unique product quickly summonsed a series of questions. 1. Why do bananas get their own special contraption? 2. Who would buy such a contraption? 3. What is the average weight of the human brain? 4. What was the inventor smoking when they came up with the idea? Finally - 5. What about the last banana, why does it have to sit on the counter? I am sure in-depth studies have been done to answer each of these questions. They would have had to have been.

After I was finally able to pry my body and mind from the autopsy like examination I was performing on the Banana Holders, I had rejoined my friend in another aisle of the store. My mind was almost free of my fascination, when a young lady turned the corner and said, “They’re probably off looking at something weird.” And though she was not actually talking to me, but instead the invisible young voices somewhere in an adjacent aisle. I responded with, “You think I’m looking at something weird.” “No” she said “Ryan and Chris are.” I hesitated for a second and then asked “So what weird thing do you think they are looking at?” “Some air pump or something.” was her answer. Which prompted me to say, “You know what I think is weird?” To which I received the inquisitive “What?” Next I delivered straight face and full of seriousness “Banana Holders.” Instantly she flashed back to a day where she had discovered this item and chortled back, “IIIIIII knooooowwwwww.” It was refreshing to know that I was not the only one who was intoxicatingly intrigued.

Wow, I sure managed to stretch out this story about an incredibly strange product. Probably a paragraph or two longer than necessary. Well, I am not quite done yet. I have one more mission for the Banana Holder. The next time one of my friends has a birthday, guess what the gift is going to be? Your dead on, a brand spanking new Mahogany Banana Holder. Just think about how much fun that would be. I can see it now. The look of confusion and despair on the face of the recipient as they try to fake enthusiasm. Followed by me saying in an overly exuberant way “It’s a Banana Holder. Isn’t it cool?" You do eat a lot of bananas don’t you?” I guarantee it will be a gift that is talked about for years to come.

Banana Holders are available at Canadian Tire for $12.99-14.99.

Seed's Life 26-30

The weeks are flying by which means it is time for another Tuesday installment of the always entertaining and amusing segment titled Seed’s Life. Before we get to that, we would like to draw your attention to a new feature on our website called Seed’s Daily Images at

http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?p=12&uid=3390571&gid=6961680

Where you will find a collections of photo’s from the Seed Perspective. Every shot is a Seed Original. Images are for sale. If you see something you like, let us know and we will give you a quote.

Now it is time to delve deep into the events that comprise:

Seed’s Life

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New Birth Certificate

1. For some reason old magazines have moved from home to home with me. I think that someday I will go through them and highlight articles I have enjoyed. Who am I kidding, I won’t. It is time to let them go. I have lived in the same place for almost 10 years now. I have helped some of my friends move at least 3 or 4 times in that period. They owe me.
2. I am not proud of this fact. In High School I never studied once. I never even took my books home with me. I don’t know if that is a reflection of our school system or my brain power. I tried that same strategy in University, the results weren’t quite as good. Habits are hard to break.
3. I think my penis is a little bigger than average. Of course I don’t know for sure. I have actually never measured it. At least not with a tape measure.
4. I have a great singing voice. When I am alone.
5. I have had a handful of serious relationships. Guess what. They all ended. I don’t want to be serious anymore. Let’s have some fun instead.

Check back in a week for points 31-35. By the way I highly recommend this exercise to each and every one of you, it may help you to unlock the doors to the future. See you again soon!!!

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Seedism and a Seed Image

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“our responsibility in life is
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Seed's Life 21-25

Tuesday is upon us once again and seeing that is sweeps week we are providing you another fresh installment of Seed’s Life. You may be asking yourself how can a blog have sweeps week? Let us take a second to answer your query for you. By sweeps week we mean, our website at www.seedenterprises has taken on a fresh spring look, our blogs are starting to be image enhanced and finally we are in the process of completing our Spring Newsletter for Seed Enterprises, titled “Spring Has Sprung.” Pretty darn original don’t you think. You may think it took hours to come up with something so catchy. Well friends, in reality, 1.3 seconds, that was all the time spent brainstorming required to come up with that marketing gem. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, if you haven't already taken the time to sign up for our newsletter, now would be a perfect time. All you need to do is go to our website and follow the instructions there. Tell your friends.

Without any future hesitation here is another installment in the continuing saga of:

Seed’s Life

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1. I used to dive down stairs face first on my chest and pick up my coat with my teeth at parties. People enjoyed it. I don’t know why. Mr. Zamko, Darryl Zamko’s dad used to have push-up contests against Darryl’s under-aged drinking friends. When I think about that now. That was pretty fucked up.
2. I will never understand what motivated Danny Servetnyk. Danny liked to gamble. I remember 1 year in I think we were in grade 10, we decided to each make a stupid bet for $200. I am a Montreal Canadians fan, or shall I say WAS, since hockey no longer exists (I don’t miss it). Danny was a Detroit Red Wings fan. It was half way thru the season and the Habs had lost 7 games to that point in time, so I decided for my bet that I would bet that the Habs would only lose 8 games for the entire season. Also, at this time Detroit was in last place and pretty much done for the year. Danny’s stupid bet was that the Red Wings would win the Stanley Cup. Montreal promptly went on a 29 game unbeaten streak and only lost 1 out of their last 40 games and as for Detroit, they finished out of the playoffs. Danny wasn’t happy.
3. During the worst year of my life I was told no less than 50 times that I am incredibly hot. I really don’t get it. I have mirrors. I am not even exaggerating here. My two favorites are these. A beautiful girl walked across a crowded patio at a bar and walked up to me and said: “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen.” Nothing more. Then she simply turned and walked away. I had been crying only minutes earlier. A friend of mine had committed suicide the day before. The other just happened a few weeks ago. I was told that I am so hot that when this person drove by me, the windows of their car steamed up. I looked back at them and just smiled and said - “I’m drunk.” It was still nice to hear though.
4. The first time I drank alcohol I was of the legal age. I bought 6 beers, snuck them into my room, poured them two at a time into a big mug and guzzled. In the dark I might add. I managed to drink them in 19 minutes. For some strange reason I slept in the bathtub in my underwear that night.
5. I am a Cancer, that means I am both the funniest and wittiest of signs. “I concur.” Cancer’s are supposed to be very nurturing. “I agree with that as well.” I don’t agree with us being momma’s boy. I wasn’t given the chance.

Check back in a week for points 26-30. By the way I highly recommend this exercise to each and every one of you, it may help you to unlock the doors to the future. See you again soon!!!

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Seed's Life 16-20

Another week has passed which brings us to another installment of Seed’s Life.

Seed’s Life.

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1. Did I say I am the oldest of 4. Maybe one day I will try to meet my brothers and my sister. Maybe one day.
2. I don’t have any co-workers. I miss that a little. Co-workers have away of distracting you. Distraction is good from time to time. I am guilty now of not looking out for myself. I spend way too much time trying to create. I need a break. I need to bitch.
3. Even peanut butter has an expiration date.
4. One of the reasons I gave up baseball was because I look kind of stupid in hats.
5. Bernie Hrapchak once threw a 48 ounce beer on me while I was bartending. It confused me. It soaked me. I froze for a second. He ran out of the bar. To this day he can’t explain it. We are still friends. I actually laughed a bit when it happened. Bernie is a fantastic guy. He has accomplished lots with his life. My friend ‘Whitey’ and I used to crack up at his family's house sign. It says ‘The Hrapchak’ . I am not sure why I find that so hysterical, I just do. Maybe that is the reason he doused me in beer. Bernie where’s the ‘s’?
   
   
   Check back in a week for points 21-25. By the way I highly recommend this exercise to each and every one of you, it may help you to unlock the doors to the future. See you again soon!

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"I Think I May Be Racing You"

Bonus Post

Ask Seed has taken a two week hiatus as ‘Euro Seed’ prepares a riveting earth shattering answer to the next question in the Ask Seed Question Queue. I am positive the wait will be well worth it, with the entertainment factor being turned up another notch. The reason for the delay is simple, you see 'Euro Seed' is trying to find the way to juggle promoting his co-authored efforts of Seed’s Sketchy Relationship Theories (available at: www.seedenterprises.com ), a promising time & life consuming new law career, a relationship, some quality alone time and since he lives in Munich Germany, the occasional over-sized German Beer.

Therefore, to keep the writing efforts flowing, I have decided to deliver a bonus post. More snippets from the day to day existence of Seed. Hopefully you enjoy. So sit back and as always, relax, as Seed introduces a new post called:

The Art of Urban Interaction

The other day I was coming home from my long daily jaunt and I was passing by the neighborhood grocer. In this case a large international chain. As I came upon the entrance a customer, a young girl stepped out directly into my path. Oblivious to her pace, I leisurely strolled behind her for a few paces. Suddenly, I found myself gaining on her, so I quickly veered to her left. You see in no way do I walk at a rapid pace, my gait more or less resembles that of the pace of the West Indies. As I was about to overtake her by a nose in a fashion similar to a prized race horse in the Kentucky Derby, I casually commented “I think I may be racing you.” Before she could turn to look at the purveyor of this little quip she was consumed with laughter.

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When she finally did turn, her face was adorned with a gracious intoxicating smile. At that moment I realized she was strikingly beautiful. We continued on for a few steps until the fork in the road. In this particular case the next intersection, where she gazed over at me with her intoxicating smile and stated, “I think you won.” To which I replied, “No you did.”

In reality we both had.

An Author's Dilemma

Thursday is upon us and as always, well, maybe not quite as always since we have only been posting for a couple of months. We hope eventually it will turn into an as always sort of thing, but for now, it is simply just another Random Thought Thursday Post.

I have lots of twisted humorous thoughts swishing around in my head that I will be sharing with you in the near future. Stay tuned I will be eventually sharing a story on “Zero Calories” and “Banana Holders”. I promise you won’t likely be disappointed if you check back from time-to-time for these stabs at writing genius.

This post is basically a transcript taking from a message board thread. Not the whole thread, just a single entry. You see a well meaning friend had posted on a message board a suggestion to check out our Entertaining Advice Column Blog Ask Seed, you may find it at http://askseed.blogspot.com/ . Much to my surprise some of the readers found that to be offensive, not the column, which may actually be offensive to some, but, the mere suggestion of checking it out. Anyways, this is a taste of how the Seed handled the vicious attacks.

An Author’s Dilemma

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Being a new author I am faced with many challenges on a daily basis. First off, I am proud of what I have accomplished, for those who have taken the time to put their thoughts on paper only to have the process take on a life of its own, eventually turning into 300+ pages of personal insight and passion would understand the feeling. It is one of exhilaration, fear and self-doubt. After-all we usually are our own harshest critics. Secondly, with the completed manuscript firmly in hand, one is left to ponder: Now What? Do I just leave it on the kitchen table for the odd visitor to glance at? Or - Do I strum up the confidence to attempt to share my new creation with the world? Knowing full-well the second option may lead down a road to rejection and frustration. What if it is not accepted? What if no one likes it? What if no-one will publish it? What if I am plain and simply just nuts and my writing is nothing more than some inane dribble fit only for the bottom of a pets cage?

After a few kind souls had taken the time to read several chapters the feedback started to roll in. This feedback was incredibly encouraging. A wide variety of individuals, from all walks of life indicated to me that they found something in my writing to be compelling. That perhaps I had found my calling. Those words helped stoke my enthusiasm. I too had come to the conclusion that I had actually found my calling. Now the challenge was to try to find a way to sustain my existence with it. I was not going to allow myself to quit. I decided that no matter how hard the journey may be, I was going to share my words with the world.

The day the book was released, was without question the proudest day of my life. It represents my greatest accomplishment. It is fascinating, I didn’t find writing, it found me. It found a way to etch its way into my 'psyche' and once you accept that, you realize that there is no escape. Though that day was filled with excitement and achievement, it also provided intense almost debilitating fear. My book was no longer my own. It now belonged to the world. No retractions will be allowed. The question now for an up-and-coming author is: Do I let the book fade away into obscurity to be read only by friends and family, or do I drum up the courage to spread the word to as many people as possible? I have chose the latter. When you are a new author without the large bank roll and publishing machine that a Stephen King, J.K. Rowling and even the Authors of the catch phrase book “He’s Just Not Into You”, one needs to find ways to become creative.

This all leads us to the internet. I am not sure what people actually believe the purpose of the internet is. People take offence at the mere thought of any shameless self-promotion. A large portion of the populace, and I must admit, I find this unbelievably absurd, think it is a place of communication. Hordes of individuals enter chat rooms and post messages on message boards under the ‘guise’ that they are really not in any manner promoting themselves. Yes I do know it has opened up the minds of countless individuals allowing them to explore and experience things that they would have never been exposed to before. However, on the downside, it has created a place where a increasingly large number of lost souls have escaped from reality into a world where they can remain anonymous, creating their own alternate reality. Is this good? Maybe to a point, but in reality the art of conversation and physical interaction may be falling by the wayside. How many of you have spent increasingly longer periods of time trying to find some solace and comfort in front of the computer? The computer has in my estimation, created a level of social ineptness that is yet to be defined.

As for the self-promotion. I am proud of my accomplishment. I want to draw attention to it. I want people to read it. I want them to form opinions about it both good and bad. I find it bizarre that in chat rooms and on message boards people find it ok to talk about other products as long as it is not their own. Whether it be a restaurant, a store, clothing line, book, movie or play just to name a few. I also find it strange that most people don’t realize what they are doing is self promotion. That basically is what most opinions are. We share our beliefs with others, either suggesting things we enjoy or in an attempt to sway opinions to our way of thinking. Just because there is no associated product to sell doesn’t eliminate the self promotion. I have read enough of the strings on this board to draw that conclusion (referring to a specific message board). In a way Devo is even self promoting. Maybe not doing a stellar job at it, but promoting nonetheless. I am also sure each and every person who spends anytime online has experienced it and will experience it as long as computers exist. To me that is what sharing information is all about. I want authors who are proud of their books to encourage me to purchase their works.

I would love to share the story of how the book came to be, but heaven forbid that I boast. Sharing a review and a link to a column was met with disdain and a hint of anger. I struggle to understand why. I am not promoting a toaster oven. I am promoting basically words. Everyone has the choice to either read them or disregard them. My book is about love, life, relationships and the state of the world today, from my perspective. I am exceptionally proud of it. I truly believe that most people would enjoy it. It may offend some, but I believe it will make those who read it think a bit about the course we are currently on and how we are treating one another. If I don’t act as the conduit to spread the news, no one will. I sincerely hope each and everyone of you who happens to read this at least takes the time to check out my efforts. Who knows you may find you enjoy it. If you do please encourage others. I would greatly appreciate it. Whatever way you slice it, the choice is yours.

Have a fantastic day!