the love guru

mike myers may be a genius!
seriously!  i'm not saying comic genius, no.
(yes, i think he's funny, in a wonderfully sophomoric way)

but, i'm thinking more in the way of his spoofing, it's all snickery goofiness on one level,
and then there is another level, which i only got, sitting in the movie my kids invited me to,
so that they could actually get a ride, but not sit with their dad, cuz their friends were there.
(yes, i am the dadtaxi)

on other fronts, i actually rode my bike again, after getting a new tube for the rear,
for the *third* time!  gasp!  exercise!  shock!  disbelief!  acceptance!  resignation!

oops, forgot... bought a bike, planning to ride to work, got a flat on the canal, 2nd time i rode.
bike gathered dust for a week or so, standing in the kitchen, where i left it so that
i would actually take care of it quickly, but instead stepped around it daily...

well, better go shower and head to work a little late.
which is what i get for reading other peoples blogs,
and then the links they link to.
but it's fun and edumacational !

peace, my friends.

new job

so, started the new job on monday...
working with a couple of friends that i've worked with before at other companies.
seems pretty cool, so far.

dang irish temper

we had a *come to jeebuzz meeting* with the GM, the Directors, and the Devs,
and words were said, and they were somewhat abusive, and told us things
"were not really our business" and we "didn't see the big picture".

and i got riled up, made the mistake of "telling it like it is".
was told straight to my face "we need to stop this moronic ignorance",
so i got up & walked out, packed up my stuff, and left.

dang irish temper.
:)

synchronicity

i think of synchronicity, when something happens in my life, and it might be a coincidence, but it seems so *right*.
like, you dream about a friend, then see them the next time you go out to breakfast with your parents.
even tho they don't live by you, and *just happened* to go there that day...

maybe those friends see us in our dreams, and we agree to meet ?

i wonder if i intentionally said before i went to bed every night: "i want to dream of this person",
would they hear me?  would we meet in our dreams?  interesting thought...

i try to fly in my dreams too, but i never remember it, lol.

:)

Another Year for Me...

well, turned 44 yesterday...

my kids & parents took me out to breakfast.
my dad asked: do i feel 44? - i said no, i still feel 16 on the inside.
he kinda winked, and said - me too.

later, my kids took me to see Iron Man - awesome!
all in all, a pretty nice day.

synchronicity in the street.

Big Dog

check out this link, amazingly cool and a little spooky...
http://xavierthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/bigdog.html

(big dog is from boston dynamics)

Bernanke Points...

"Far too much of the lending in recent years was neither responsible nor prudent," he said.
"The terms of some subprime mortgages permitted home buyers and investors to purchase properties beyond their means,
often with little or no equity.
In addition, abusive, unfair or deceptive lending practices led some borrowers into mortgages that they would not have chosen knowingly."
- New York Times

2012

just an interesting read on 2012: http://www.levity.com/eschaton/Why2012.html

Today

today is friday.
listening to the barenaked ladies on the headphones, sitting at my desk at work.
no plans.  no goals.  no agenda.

i have a *huge* grin on my face.
it's a beautiful day.

peace.

Thoughts on Life, Currents, and Nothing

life today seems to have unknown meaning, like my brain is trying to connect dots on a very large piece of paper, starting from the center...

things seem good.  i'm healthy, my kids & parents & sibs are healthy.
yet, there was this feeling, now passed, that death had been around, peeking over my shoulder.
not something specific to me, but as if someone was watching with interest.
like when a deer feels the eyes of the hunter on it, and glances up, before spooking, i guess.

i think i posted about my issues with being 40-something.
how i was experiencing some things, extra-natural things, and have been seeing things for a few years.
maybe i related that c.g. jung wrote about something similar, during a schizoid period in his life.
lol, perhaps it's just some weird change in the chemical ocean my brain is swimming in?

i am a mastless ship, moving with currents in the air and water.  without a destination or plan.
it seems right to be here, at this point, my rudder untended, whacking back and forth depending on some impetus.

oh, things are fine.  i have a job.  i'm coaching 2 soccer teams.  i'm good. 
really.

onto nothing.  as a meaning, i guess.  can a life know anything about what it should be?
i've thought i was waiting for something for so long, and nothing has happened.
which i guess is good, right?
cuz if something had happened, maybe my journey here would be done.
i'd have accomplished whatever it was that i set out to do.
and then, goal met, i would move on.
but, nothing.

so, i'm still here.
maybe for awhile...
:)

Missing Someone

i do not mean this to sound pitiful, or pining...
but, i'm missing someone.

someone who came into my life again, after 20-something years,
who talked to me about everything, and i to her,
about family, and children, and husbands & wives, and things missed,
and who i found i cared deeply about. 

she's my friend, and i miss her.
and i respect her silence.


peace.

Kids Fulltime

well, my ex decided that my kids should come stay with me.
she said she couldn't deal with the teenage attitudes.

i can.

so, they came to stay with me last night.  woot!
:)

Pink for President

ever think about the lyrics to pink's song "dear mr. president" ???
i have new respect for this lady (and i luv the new cd)
...

here they are:

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

october...

already?
hard to believe, soccer is here, and it's crazy again.
*sigh*

small grey pebbles...

yesterday and today, after getting out of the shower and drying off,
i found a small grey pebble on my shoulder...
yesterday on my right.
today on my left.

really smallish, about 2mm, maybe...
balanced, almost delicately, about halfway from neck to shoulder, both times.
funny that i didn't notice them, until i looked in the mirror.

yesterday, i just flicked it off, thinking it was from the towel.
today, i tried to pick it up, but it slipped outta my fingers, and fell to the tile.
i heard it bounce once.

i couldn't find it.
weird.

Scooter Skates

actually, i think this is good...

shown in another light, we might see that Scooter is just the loyal scapegoat of a corrupt organization.
i wouldn't want him to burn for his boss's or his boss's boss's crooked indiscretions.

is it moral?  i dunno.

is it right?  probably not.

is it just?  might be.

basically, we can expect the other team to jump all over it, raise a big stink,
to get as much mileage (and money) out of this as they possibly can.
is that moral?  is that right?  is that just?

remember they all are playing a game.
;)

skullet !!!

ok, here's a fairly recent pic of my goofy mug...
(note the regal profile, the classic lines, the... skullet)
;)


hi chrisy!

a waking dream...

after yoga the other night, had a waking dream...

I saw a soldier, who saw the Light of god.  Not my god, not your god, but God.
The soldier then cast down his weapon, and his brothers saw him and were astonished.
And they laid down their weapons too.  Looking at him, they too saw the Light.

Their enemy saw this happen, and rose up, thinking to overwhelm them.
Yet the light caught them too, and their weapons dropped, forgotten.

All these soldiers, they walked together, and away...
And the Churches of Men were afraid.


- strange dream.
peace.

People - Change is needed

first, look at: http://www.43things.com/

then, think about this: are you doing work that you enjoy?

(currently, i am not, that's where i'm coming from)

finally, tell me how you would change...
;)

thanks!

hiya dex!

another sweet pirate lass !  yarrr!