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Brian Patrick Cork is living the Authentic Life

emma Jo Daddy and Phineas and Ferb


Emma Jo and I find a lot of fun, and sometimes silly, things to do.

she turned nine just yesterday, and is becoming a very interesting little person.

one of our favorites is planning trips to New York City. I’m also coaching her in soccer again. she is part of Shockers Nation now, just like “sissy” (yesterday, their two teams combined for a massive scoring effort of fourteen goals with none against us). reading Harry Potter has gotten interesting, as well.

but, more often than not, after a hard days work and after school, we like to snuggle on the big sofa and watch Disney’s, Phineas and Ferb. it’s brilliant.

here’s the theme song, just for you.

01 Today Is Gonna Be A Great Day (Theme Song from Phineas and Ferb)

aspects of the show’s humor are aimed at adults, including its frequent pop-cultural references. co-creator Dan Povenmire, having previously written for Family Guy (which I don’t particularly care about), sought to create a show less raunchy, but with the same use of comic timing, employing humorous blank stares, expressionless faces and clever wording. Povenmire describes the show as a combination of Family Guy and SpongeBob SquarePants. Jeff “Swampy” Marsh, the other co-creator, said the show was not created just for kids, but simply did not exclude them as an audience. Marsh calls the characters “cool, edgy and clever without […] being mean-spirited.” according to Povenmire, their animation director, Rob Hughes, agreed:

“in all the other shows every character is either stupid or a jerk, but there are no stupid characters or jerks in this one.”

I like that sort of messaging for my own family.

with your day good or bad, dance away with a wild jig. do it! Emma Jo and I certainly will.

“Hey Ferb, I know what we’re gonna do today.”

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

its like that


How can you not like Run DMC?

And, athletic, albeit un-ballerina-like dancing?

Just watch this video. Do it!  It starts out great, and then gets better and better. I’ll swear to God that it’s worth your time:


…just so you know… It’s Like That is/ was a fan-fave Run DMC, certifiable hit.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

no body is home


We were on Martha’s Vineyard for a family holiday. The local weather was fair enough. But, apparently storms were raging amidst the distant seas.

The waves were fierce, and certainly well represented.

And, there were warning signs (literally).

“Dangerous Waters”

“No Life Guard On Duty”

“Swim At Your Own Risk”

So, naturally I was free swimming amongst the boarders.

The water was chilly (that is how my Nana would have described it). I recall it’s color; gray cast with patch’s of green and black, mixed with foam, made me think of the words anger and foreboding. But, soon enough, that element would best be described as uncompromising or, perhaps exacting that day.

I had an immediate sense of depth, and then vertigo. I had not realized how far I had been pulled out until I really felt the empty cold, huge and vast, lurking beneath my feet. My estimate now is over two hundred meters. I could see the tiny people in the distance on the beach, so very far away, and growing ever smaller (can you grow smaller?), diminished by the mounting abyss. In some distant sort of way I understood I was in trouble. I struck out for the shore with steady strokes, but quickly realized I was not getting anywhere. And, my breathe was getting shorter. Fear?

Most of my life, there has been a central theme around being able to “make it home (this could be an entendre)”.

That was about when the first wave crashed down on me and drove me deep into very cold water. By now I could see Audra Bucklin (Haley Anne and Emma Jo’s God Mother) waving frantically on shore. Fatigue was creeping along my arms — and, my shoulders felt numb. It was hard to breathe as the cold water relentlessly sucked the warmth from my body, pressing on my chest and forcing precious air from my labouring lungs.

Another wave hammered me. No… It presented hell to me in the form of brine and angry froth.

I clawed my way to the surface with the dawning horror that I was not going to make it. I had an image of them pulling me from the waves and laying my slack body at Joanne’s (my baring point) feet.

Determination now? Possibly will – mixed with the shock of understanding I was actually going to die, and I had not expected it to be now.

I grimly dug deeper. I could see a boarder about 50 meters away trying desperately to make his way in my direction.  But the undertow was fierce. Troughs created by the waves, powerd by those distant storms were deep. I could see it (the real fear) in his eyes.

Another wave.

I could not breathe. I had lost my barings. I was not going to make it home. It was hopeless. No trite cliche this, I had nothing left, and I was sinking…

…I only asked for courage.

Now, I have to face the grim reality that Joanne and I are in our own death spiral now. I am so tired. I can’t fight. I always fight. But, not any more.

I am not going to make it. No barings. And, it’s not the same.

I am not lonely. I have my demons. And, oh, we are dancing.

Ripping What Ever You Like with T.I. (as an aside, this is such an important iTune for a hard run in drizzling rain).


However, all the drama aside, there will alwys be James Taylor with Up on the Roof.


Peace to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

What’s All This About?

"What am I looking at?", you might wonder.

Lots of stuff.

Meanwhile, here, I discuss events, people and things in our world - and, my (hardly simplistic, albeit inarticulate) views around them.

You'll also learn things about, well, things, like people you need to know about, and information about companies you can't find anywhere else.

So, while I harangue the public in my not so gentle way, you will discover that I am fascinated by all things arcane, curious about those whom appear religious, love music, dabble in politics, loathe the media, value education, still think I am an athlete, and might offer a recipe.

All the while, striving mightily, and daily, to remain a prudent and optimistic gentleman - and, authentic.

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