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as it turns out Bernie Ecclestone is Necessary

March19

so…

bernie ecclestonerecently someone appears to have decided to try for a prank and impersonate Charles “Bernie” Ecclestone. you know… the Formula One guy. there is more to him, of course. but, that is my immediate reference.

the hoax was simple, and unnecessary. the key word being unnecessary.

the perpetrator created a fake Linkedin profile for Mr. Ecclestone. while that was goofy and unfortunate, it was also pathetic. more so because I don’t even care whom the Loki wanna be isn’t.

unless it was all meant to help me have some fun in my own right.

that made it a God thing, and necessary. fortunate… that word springs to mine. fortuna, would be Dr. Pappas’s choice. good things happen around great people, or those that would do good.

in any event, I don’t know that Mr. Ecclestone and I have much in common beyond liking things on our own terms, having two daughters, and focusing on the necessary, but if that puts me in rare company, and offers a baring-point for relevance, I’m all in.

brian cork is racer xby the way… I like fast and expensive cars as well. but, mostly because they are typically well engineered, and they can get you places in a unique way that is often more metaphorical than literal. and, that will probably be lost on the person that tried their silly game. and, as most of you are fully aware, I am Racer X. it’s true… I am NOT Rick Astley, I am Racer X!

all that said, the best part of the experience was me simply stumbling upon an article concerning Ecclestone written about three years ago. It chronicled Ecclestone just after a tumultuous period dealing with awkward quotes, him still loving his wife, and pondering the world around him. he’s a “steely-eyed missile man” that one, as my Dad might have described him.

I found it all fascinating.

I’m going to embed a link to the aforementioned article, Bernie Ecclestone: I gave $1 billion to my ex-wife… But I’ll be all right. I shop at Waitrose, into this post with the simple hopes that you find time to read it yourself. do it!

meanwhile, here are two of my favorite quotes from the piece. they put a lot of other things into perspective for me:

“I’d be happy to die on the job. For me, that’s the only way to go. If I died halfway through a grand prix, no problem. Although I’d prefer that it happened after the race was finished.”

and, before that, actually:

“I don’t know why people were surprised. It’s the way I live.”

I’ll likely never forget that last bit, ever. they are utterly fabulous words to live by.

life is all so necessary. even the silly parts.

Read:

Bernie Ecclestone: I gave $1 billion to my ex-wife… But I’ll be all right. I shop at Waitrose

give’m hell, Bernie.

by the way… today I am listening to, Just Give Me a Reason by Pink (featuring Nate Ruess from FUN.). I love being in love. I love life. just give me any reason. reasons are often necessary, but always useful.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

just be READY

December14

just Be READY

I probably have the coolest job on the planet. I get to walk, and daily, with men whom change the world.

so, I am currently coaching a very storied executive whom is currently on retainer with an organization. he is frustrated because they pay him a fair amount of money each month, but won’t take action (at least not quickly) on some of the initiatives he is pressing for.

here is my latest message to him. he had sent me a text this morning thanking me for letting him “vent”. it’s something of a pep-talk. but, many of you may find in relevant to your own situation(s), today:

“We can also call it, “processing”.

You have a deeply rooted sense of integrity. So, you are some-what offended, but definitely frustrated, with the [COMPANY REDACTED] guy paying you but not fully leveraging your keen desire to be a valid change-agent. I find your mind-set admirable. Just don’t cut off your own nose to spite your face.

I meant what I said in closing yesterday. The [COMPANY REDACTED] guy values you. He may not know precisely what to do with you. But, he feels you are a good investment. Maybe having you near him inspires some level of confidence. Consider just taking that for what it’s worth.

I used to keep a Viper then a Shelby in my garage, “just in case”. One of my favorite memories is having a bad day and my knee was sore so I could not go for a run. I pulled the Viper out of the garage, headed for the mountains and just opened-that-bitch-up. I could do things in that car, or with that car, I could not with almost any other. Ear-to-ear grins. White-knucles. I felt great – and, it was all worth it. That moment still helps with situations such as this when I can relate it to you.

Yer a really good bloke, [CLIENT NAME REDACTED]. Just be ready.”

this may-or-may-not have anything to do with me being Racer X.

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Brian cork is kind of like an Indian Fighter!

June2

I received a rather random, albeit fun text message from Kyle Jeffares:

“Did you ever realize that a simple mistake in trying to enter your website takes you from “unsinkable” to “unskinable”?

Sadly however, there is nothing at the “unskinablebriancork”.

It kind of makes you sound like an Indian fighter though.

Just food for thought…”

Kyle may be unaware that I am actually Racer X. more about that later.

meanwhile it can and will be noted, here, that Kyle is one of those everyman kind of fellows, himself. rather like a Walker Percy. I suspect he wears silk kerchiefs stuffed rakishly in a seersucker jacket.

also… I’ll warn you now… Kyle has recently delivered certain videos with Barack Obama content, in some what covert fashion. evidently, it’s not flattering.

he went so far as to use the cryptic words:

“self-explanatory”.

…that rascal!

I’m thinking we may be dealing with that damned smoking rabbit, again. so, stand by for those. do it!

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

I’m lucky God took my truck

April7

this won’t be an epic post. my head hurts, a lot. it (this post) will be about, …well, a force of will, and the sharing of my thoughts, and eventually, my soul.

truckloads of people perish in accidents, daily. I’ve always been lucky. the only thing that died around me last Tuesday was Satan’s hopes with his latest effort to get into my head.

lucky. fortunate. fortuna.

the miscellaneous keys on my chain, their purpose forgotten, some how, long before the writing of this post, were bent.

everything, except me, in the truck cockpit, blew up. my stereo ended-up in the back seat. my (drivers) seat was bent at a 45º angle. I felt the very air pulled from the cockpit, and my lungs by the force of the concussion. when I came too it took me a few minutes to sort out that my left boot was up on the dash (my foot was in it, attached to my leg, which fortunately, was still attached to me).

in the seconds it took between me catching site of the Jeep out of the corner of my eye as it hurtled towards me it did, perhaps oddly, also occur to me it was three hundred and sixty six days since we had lost Bill Pope. I willed myself to let go of the steering wheel, which was torn up-and-out of it’s mounting. time slowed down long enough for me to start thinking that I was surprised it wasn’t the “white van”. but, more on that later.

as the jeep then piled into me, and my world began to spin out of my control and easily into His (God’s, not Bill’s), I did start thinking: it’s okay, I am a Soul Surfer.

just so you know, soul surfing has been described as:

“the highest level, the pinnacle of surfing spirituality equivalent to NirvanaSatori, and total enlightenment, but is rarely attained. the Soul Surfer expresses himself through his unity with the breaking wave. he borrows the wave’s spirit for a short while and uses his body and equipment to translate the essence of the wave’s spirit into Art”.

I understand that might be corny. …so?

I’m going to need healing. I have broken ribs, my left shoulder is jacked. I have an odd-shaped nob on the top left side of my head (as if my noggin wasn’t already badly malformed as it was), and perhaps most odd, my left calf continues to cramp.

I’ll also need a new truck. Nike sent over some new cool shoes to help me “get on and put on my fitness”. Apple sent over another iPad2 to help me read and research (and, evangelize them, naturally). I’m skeptical Ford will deliver a new truck absent my wallet, but little surprises me, these days. my wicked-cool, bad-ass black truck is totaled.

I really did love that truck. it had something akin to it’s own mojo – or spirit (and, some terrific memories hauled with it). and, it (helped) saved my arse, eh.

I’ve lost count of how many people have grimly advised me it was a good thing I wasn’t in my Porsche. I don’t really even like that Porsche. but, oddly I had thought about backing it out of the garage that morning.

luck. providence. fortuna.

so…

two things I plan after State Cup (soccer) is to go and visit my dear, dear friends, the waves. and, not only will it be epic, but far from, here. I know that I need to surf, because it will help heal me. I also intend to deep sea fish. so, Chuck Papgeorgiou I’ll be calling in a few months and allow you to host that bucket list element. I’ve had more than my share of near-death experiences. but, this one was so close to home – literally, twenty meters from the driveway up to our estate. and, I want to breathe. maybe because that simple act is so difficult with the broken ribs.

I’m certain it was that proverbial sign. I’m also certain John Stein, who readers of this blog happen to know is an annoited healer, lifted me up and is healing me in record time. and, to prove it, I’m going to start running as soon as my head stops spinning so damn much. it’s going to hurt like hell. but, …well, just stay-tuned for that story as well. and, I know my unusual level of fitness also played a significant role in my ability to heal quickly. rather like Wolverine.

this post is not about surfing. although many of you will be drawn to this post while doing another form of that. this post isn’t about surviving, ether. because I’m not a survivor, I am a thriver. I’m also Racer-X.

God took my truck, but He left me to do, naught a few, things.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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