Blog: Ramblings From The Edge

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

History of Future Men

Forest It might have always been a tree. For a time the lodgepole stood in Montana, tall but unremarkable, among a forest of others, dressing the green mountain grade near the Wyoming border. Everyday, the tree reached towards the sun, a silent and lifelong trajectory set at seed to be fulfilled as course; a whole life, decided and unchanging....

History of Future MenCebo Campbell

Youth

Look at all those dandelions Stretching, leaning towards the sun. Their fragile spores, fearless against the changing winds, All so they might shine Before the sun sets.

YouthCebo Campbell

82 words on her

She removes her jewelry one item at a time. Rings first; fingers liberated of gleaming bonds surrendered on a nightstand. Her wedding ring flashes under lamplight. Next is her necklace, which slides down the shadows of her chest As she unclasps. Bracelets take time, as she must undo her right wrist with off hand. Last are the earrings and the...

82 words on herCebo Campbell

Counterpart

Rifles hang over the children and the long gun barrels drag, making lines in the dirt behind their small feet. The older boys carry rifles high on their chests. The simple act of endurance becomes a badge. Together, the boys are a collection of stones—-hard, dark, shaped by time and collision. Their days blend. Weeks...

CounterpartCebo Campbell

The Wonder of MisfitCon 2015

The chairs sat empty on MisfitCon's last night, as did the gin bottles and mason jars. The music that beat the walls for 5 straight days fell quiet. The last of us, only a handful, huddled close together against Ecce's second-floor window, ready to challenge the night. Swimming in our thoughts, we reflected the...

The Wonder of MisfitCon 2015Cebo Campbell

Enchanted Rock: Misfit PTO Day

I work my ass off. You all know this about me. I put everything I have into all that I do. I don’t give pieces of myself, but whole sheets, peeled away to coat projects with the sheen of my life and creativity. It’s exhausting work to be true, but a pleasureful exhaustion, Spartan-like in...

Enchanted Rock: Misfit PTO DayCebo Campbell

Most Spun Albums of 2014

While most people do the "best" albums of each year, I decided to give you the ones I listened to the most because, well, I hardly ever listen to new stuff just because it is new. I like music that feels timeless to me, regardless of year, and I honestly find myself discovering music...

Most Spun Albums of 2014Cebo Campbell

Misfit Retreat 2014: Cagayan de Oro

I saw a woman standing near the edge of a road in Cagayan de Oro. She clutched her baby as a car packed with foreigners attempted to share the same narrow space. To be true, it was hardly a road at all, as squatters by the hundreds built shanties out of tin and shoelaces...

Misfit Retreat 2014: Cagayan de OroCebo Campbell

Experience is our true Educator

Specialization is the proudest form of oppression. Specialization fosters dependency. A man with a singular talent leans upon that mastery with all his weight, requiring the talents of others to give him balance. The engineer and his family need the farmer, the farmer needs the distributor, the distributor needs the businessman, the businessman needs the...

Experience is our true EducatorCebo Campbell

My Philosophy: It’s Either “Hell Yes” or No

Imagine that you have 1 million dollars to give to a worthy cause. It's your money, you've earned it, saved for it, robbed someone... whatever...and now you have to pick some charity, person or place to give that money. How would you make that determination? Would you give it to the person who asked...

My Philosophy: It’s Either “Hell Yes” or NoCebo Campbell

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I am often asked what I do for a living; the simple answer is, I make stuff. I make stuff with my bare hands, with code, with colors, with words. I aid in making the people around me realize their optimum selves. I make my mother proud. I try to make my kids happy and encourage them to contribute more than they consume. I make sure self comes first. I make money. I make my own luck. I make a pretty solid french toast. And I do all that I can everyday to make the world better than it was yesterday.

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About

I am often asked what I do for a living; the simple answer is, I make stuff. I make stuff with my bare hands, with code, with colors, with words. I aid in making the people around me realize their optimum selves. I make my mother proud. I try to make my kids happy and encourage them to contribute more than they consume. I make sure self comes first. I make money. I make my own luck. I make a pretty solid french toast. And I do all that I can everyday to make the world better than it was yesterday.

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