life

I've opened the curtain of my east window here above the computer, and I sit now in a holy theater before a sky-blue stage. A little cloud above the neighbor's trees resembles Jimmy Durante's nose for a while, then becomes amorphous as it slips on north. Other clouds follow, big and little and tiny on their march toward whereness. Wisps of them lead or droop because there must always be leading and drooping.
The trees seem to laugh at the clouds while yet reaching for them with swaying branches. Trees must think that they are real, rooted, somebody, and that perhaps the clouds are only tickled water which sometimes blocks their sun. But trees are clouds, too, of green leaves-clouds that only move a little. Trees grow and change and dissipate like their airborne cousins.
And what am I but a cloud of thoughts and feelings and aspirations? Don't I put out tentative mists here and there? Don't I occasionally appear to other people as a ridiculous shape of thoughts without my intending to? Don't I drift toward the north when I feel the breezes of love and the warmth of compassion?
If clouds are beings, and beings are clouds, are we not all well advised to drift, to feel the wind tucking us in here and plucking us out there? Are we such rock-hard bodily lumps as we imagine?
Drift, let me. Sing to the sky, will I. One in many, are we. Let us breathe the breeze and find therein our roots in the spirit.
I close the curtain now, feeling broader, fresher. The act is over. Applause is sweeping through the trees.

Distant lights

Gradually dark days down, bit by bit. Distant bright light gradually up is 1.1 points. The number of days, I stare out the window, there will always see the distance the familiar windows and familiar light. I do not know how much hidden story window, will not have a story like me. When I was in the lonely quiet reverie, like to quietly thoughts tentacles stretch far away ... ... I know the distance is also a familiar windows and window lighting inside ... ... I sat in the quiet house, looking out the window lights miss you! If it is not you worried about, I would not have such a calm frame of mind, able to endure loneliness and wonderment. The dark night, the lights that really light, multi-open window of heart like you. Great friends with you, except a bit in love, but also a little more sad. In my mind, you are my friend, lover, confidante. Although this life not as a companion, but I can own your life with your bright smile for every one, every one warm words. Perhaps this earth a lot of things, precisely because it no choice but to beautiful! More dark days, and the distance the light is still 1.1 points.

The Program-Federal Government Helps Minority Business

Federal efforts to aid minority businesses began in the 1960’s when the Small Business Administration (SBA) began making federally guaranteed loans and government-sponsored management and technical assistance available to minority business enterprises. While this program enabled many minority entrepreneurs to form new businesses, the results were disappointing, since managerial inexperience, unfavorable locations, and capital shortages led to high failure rates. Even 15 years after the program was implemented, minority business receipts were not quite two percent of the national economy’s total receipts.
Recently federal policymakers have adopted an approach intended to accelerate development of the minority business sector by moving away from directly aiding small minority enterprises and toward supporting large, growth-oriented minority firms through intermediary companies. In this approach, large corporations participate in the development of successful and stable minority businesses by making use of government-sponsored venture capital. The capital is used by a participating company to establish a Minority Enterprise Small Businesses that have potential to become future suppliers of customers of the sponsoring company.
MESBIC’s are the result of the belief that providing established firms with easier access to relevant management techniques and more job-specific experience, as well as substantial amounts of capital, gives those firms a greater opportunity to develop sound business foundations than does simply making general management experience and small amounts of capital available. Further, since potential markets for the minority businesses already exist through the sponsoring companies, the minority businesses face considerably less risk in terms of location and market fluctuation. Following early financial and operating problems, sponsoring corporations began to capitalize MESBIC’s far above the legal minimum of $500,000 in order to generate sufficient income and to sustain the quality of management needed. MESBIC’s are now emerging as increasingly important financing sources for minority enterprises.
Ironically, MESBIC staffs, which usually consist of Hispanic and Black professionals, tend to approach investments in minority firms more pragmatically than do many MESBIC directors, who are usually senior managers from sponsoring corporations. The latter often still think mainly in terms of the ‘social responsibility approach’ and thus seem to prefer deals that are riskier and less attractive than normal investment criteria would warrant. Such differences in viewpoint have produced uneasiness among many minority staff members, who feel that minority entrepreneurs and businesses should be judged by established business considerations. These staff members believe their point of view is closer to the original philosophy of MESBIC’s and they are concerned that, unless a more prudent course if followed, MESBIC directors may revert to policies likely to re-create the disappointing results of the original SBA approach.

Why I Cry

In your memories I fade,
In that deathbed you laid,
You left me all alone,
The second chance I had was blown,

The light shown, waking me gently,
Still with you on my mind,
I lost my breath, my face grew pale,
When I remembered your death,

Screaming as I lay in bed,
Trying to forget what's in my head,
Convincing myself it was all a lie,
Hopefully stopping all the tears I cry,
I only wish that I knew why,
Why I cry,

I've never felt this way before,
I feel rotten to the core,
I can't stand the thought of myself,
The pain inside, is rising to misery,

Screaming as I lay in bed,
Trying to forget what's in my head,
Convincing myself it was all a lie,
Hopefully stopping all the tears I cry,
I only wish that I knew why,
Why I cry....

to be a strong himself

Do what you want to do really is difficult! Is full of twists and turns along the way, is full of pain and tears, I am confused, and for their original decision to hesitate to do so themselves in the end and why? Why? Heart feeling tired, so I have no confidence in the future, no rhetoric of the past, look, this is my own way out! Without the original passion, really do not know how to get more and more, and good help good help! Heart tired, resting their bar! Tired, they sit in the shade bar! Thirsty, they brew a cup of green tea products product! Allowing oneself to relax listening to music quietly, recalling his experience of walking in this way, the tears, accompanied by smiles! Pain HAPPY! Sweet bitter self-knowledge! To give up his choice, do one himself, is not there will not be upset, tired of heart feel? To do another himself, is not bound to be now get you with? Doing another themselves, they are sure they contradict the original principle of a man! Own way, can you accept that? Difficulty encountered in retreat, you do not say that you are the grass? Storm will not consider how you, or will it thrive! Yuecuoyueyong is you know! Since the chosen, we must persevere fate into their own hands, no one has the right to control your destiny, go down the brave! There is not a good song, the sun always wind and rain! Be strong and of themselves, go its own way, let someone else tell the!