The monologue was from William Shakespeare’s As You Like It.

“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”

We’ve heard life is game and you have to know the rules to play. I think Shakespeare had it more well-defined as a play; and the world is our stage. We’re all merely players on stage, making our entrances and exits. We go through our stages of life, playing the roles assigned to us.

I’ve played the whining school-boy, the lover and now in the soldier phase. I’ve been a soldier literally and figuratively, based on his monologue.

What part are you playing right now? Do you think the world is a stage and you’re a player?

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The morning was a little spotty since I live in NW Houston, but as a travel to work, it became more obvious the snow would come. It literally went like this: overcast -> drizzle -> sleet – SNOW all on my drive this morning.

Then I went to the bank at lunch and the real stuff came down. Snow-covered trees, grass and cars lined the parking lots. It was pretty sweet!

Check out some of the footage I got on my iPhone:

Photo credit: imelda

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Then came Twitter. The knife in my blog’s back. Not only could I just send out a quick thought in under 140 characters, I didn’t have to go through the hassle of logging in to the blog, starting a new post, write a magnetic headline,  etc. I could just knock it out, bam! There’s my thought/tweet, enjoy, move on. Basically Twitter, like the house-hold calculator, made me lazy. Quick, what’s 123+98! Uh….

Anyway, I’ve learned a lot since 2007. I’ve been more active in the web community, attended various social events and conferences, and most importantly picked up this thing called, “reading”. The more I read other people’s blogs, the more it got me motivated to write. Then I started picking up these things called, “books”. You know, those rectangular-shaped things with a bunch of pages glued together. No, not your Teen Cosmo with the latest dish on New Moon, the good stuff like Jeffery Fox’s “How to Become a Great Boss” (recommend by my own boss Gene McCubbin) or my latest grab, Trust Agents by one of my favorite bloggers Chris Brogan.

So, I’m back. Never really left, just took a hiatus I guess. Some things to look forward to: my takes on social media, the future of the web, coding and some taboo stuff like politics & religion (gasp!).

Update: I decided to bring in some older posts that really liked and got good feedback on.

Join me for the ride, stick around and subscribe (once I have stuff worth coming back for — of course), follow me on Twitter; all that jazz!

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