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Thursday, February 16, 2012

Today is about the past...


Sometimes you are through with the past...sure...but it isn't through with you. As though it was a law of nature. Ask any gang member trying to leave and move on from a poor neighborhood.

It might appear easy to let go of things, but let us not cloud ourselves with "self help" book notions that the human mind is so simple you can just let go. Memory is part of us. Biologically part of us.

Why?

So we grow and so we can deal with day to day practical matter like simply remembering a name or a telephone number. Also so we can take the sum of our lives and pass our stories along. Doesn't matter to who, just that we can choose to if need be. Maybe that helps someone?

Make no mistake, that if you have really been challenged in life. As a soldier in the heat of battle. Or a domestically toxic relationship, or a death or loved one that you will remember it. It isn't the memory that is the problem it is your response to it that matters. Moving forward automatically implies leaving something behind. That may be true in your car, but is not so simple in matters of the heart or brain.

Moving forward in is all cause and effect. Newton's law's. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. So i nature, so in life. This is why action should always be thought through before it is performed and should be devoid of emotions to see clearly what the effect will be. The past is the result of and action conscious took and the effects are sometimes not so easy to just forget.

So let now one tell you to leave your past behind. Rather think about what you will do when it shows up at your door. Do you pull out a virtual shotgun, because even that has effect. Do you weep, for even that has an effect. Do you simply close the door and walk away, because even that will have an effect.

As in all things of life. Its the choice we make first. The consequences second. Just be sure you are morally grounded when they are made. And as for forgetting the past. I really don't think anyone has a say in that matter at all. It is there, and unless you suffer dementia it always will be.

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Family Photos Random

Friday, January 20, 2012

A new year and new missions. Where do we go from here?

change

[cheynj] Show IPA verb, changed, chang·ing, noun
verb (used with object)
  1. to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone: to change one's name; to change one's opinion; to change the course of history.
  2. to transform or convert (usually followed by into ): The witch changed the prince into a toad.
  3. to substitute another or others for; exchange  for something else, usually of the same kind: She changed her shoes when she got home from the office.
  4. to give and take reciprocally; interchange: to change places with someone.
  5. to transfer from one (conveyance) to another: You'll have to change planes in Chicago.

I have always marveled at the beginning of a new year and why people wait until such times to engage in resolutions and promises to themselves only to see them shimmer and shake a few months later and finally dissolve as old habits return. Attempts made to change; reverting to a previous state. This was for me a reason never to promise myself at any time to make such ambitious approaches in the hope that it would catch.

This is not to say that all resolve is lost. Their are those that stick to a plan long enough to see that change is possible. This aspect of human nature has always been something that I never attached to calendar though. Rather an innate motivation from the mind that continuing on the same course would end up unmeritorious in the end and the individual human progress would be stymied or revert to its previous state.

This is the sort of process every individual faces in due course. Anyone thinking their life will be all sunshine and roses frankly, to me, seems to suffer from delusions. Just look around. Everyone has something they can change if they aspire to be better and more sound. No one is perfect. It begins with a general sensation that change requires a shift in the life compass that is taking one in a negative direction. Like a ship sailing into dangerous waters.

Sounds all well and good provided the person admits and realizes the gravity of what is to come if change does not take place. This is the point where sometimes folks have to endure hard times to realize that the only constant in the Universe is change. Change of self. Change of environment. Change of friends, and the list goes on; constantly.

Often people try to control events around them. Control, however, is an illusion. In the final analysis no one is really in control of anything. At any moment anything can happen. Still, many people try desperate to hang on to a sense that they can control events and life around them. Ask a Heart Attack victim if he could have controlled the moment it struck, or a victim of a car accident what control they had over the event. Simply put, it was cause and effect that dictated the moment. Not any rambling of control. Yet still a person seeks change through control. Wrong.

To me, self realization is the beginning of change. One must first be motivated by an external sense of something they dislike of themselves to begin the process. From there they can attempt the end result on their own or engage family, friends, or professional help to make them see the way to a better life. After all, isn't that the real reason for change? To make a better future and a better life for oneself.

Amidst self change there are always factors of influence from naysayers and encourager's to get to the finish line. Time is also a factor. Often, depending on what one seeks to change or remedy, some things  must reside in proper perspective. To think in hours or days seems foolish to me. Generally a singular habit is said to take at least 30 days to feel a effective change. To change a habit or something about personality can take much much longer. Perhaps years even.

  • So if you are serious of mind to change yourself and/or some other life aspect. Be of great resolve. 
  • Know that you cannot change overnight. 
  • Be ready for tough times. 
  • Always wake up reminding yourself of this goal and never, NEVER give up. 
  • If you feel like giving in, engage assistance. Whatever the goal you seek, no one has ever gone wrong by engaging help.
  • Take Baby Steps and you will be surprised at the new person you can become. 

I write this, because I have and am still engaged in a life change process. These are the things I have learned that have helped. I should also say that the reality of my change has been hard and yet not completely realized. Only my will power and the help of others is guiding me and keeping me on course as I work on myself to right my compass and make steady the waves in my own waters.

Life was not meant to be easy. We all make errors in judgment. We all have something we aspire to. Once one sees what need doing is the moment to strike. That is the tacit admission to oneself that a new direction is needed.

After all, if a person does not admit they need to change. They never will begin to.

I realize this entry is vague to an great extent. That is intentional for what I would change of myself is not what another would be facing. Only that if a time strikes and a promise to oneself is made; then it is time to act.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Removing Stickers

Like a dick I have always struggle with those hard to manage product stickers. You know; the ones that refuse to come off no matter what you do unless you choose a fingernail approach.

Bless the INTERNET. I bought what is called a Bokken blade. Its essentially a wooden Samurai sword for practicing. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bokken


The one I ordered, which is not the first, had this damned manufacturer sticker. Try as I might I gave up because I was not going to do the finger nail thing.  I have a few other Bokken's and a host of authentic swords ( real ones, about 25...yeah yeah, call me crazy ). I like to practice with them and I have one that is a Tai Chi sword. If you are unaware of this type, it has a "tassel" on the base. Once you perfect the regular Tai Chi, you are suppose to move to the use of the sword. The trick being the tassel cannot hit the ground. Very hard stuff.




Anyway, enough of swords.  Here is the video this woman helped me get the sticker that plagued me off my lovely piece.







How to Remove Stickers -- powered by ehow.

Bye Bye Dick ( oops sorry Dictator)

This one I get a kick out of.

A vicious animal we affectionately call a dictator kills innocents up innocents and finally when the battle catches up to him he apparentlly show contrition.

This is a interesting set of circumstances. From the conquered to the conquered. Absolute power corrupting absolutely. However, now some human rights folks are asking for a investigation on HOW he died?

http://www.ibtimes.com/articles/235973/20111023/moammar-gadhafi-dead-clues-to-the-mad-dog-s-death-hidden-from-public-view-libya-libyan-leader-muamma.htm

The link above shows some lovely photos...lol

I believe in human right for virtually all people. But not the sort who first on the their own people just to hold onto power. Frankly and I will leave this entry with this thought...

In my world, my mind....I would have attached a chain, rope or whatever to his legs. Attached it to my pickup and drag that son of a bitch across Tripoli.

Good riddance.

Thursday, October 06, 2011

For Steve...Mr. American Pie...October 5, 2011

1955 -2011

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.



But this October made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so? 
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow? 



Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died? 

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die." 

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

For my American Friends - What I sense about the US today.


Jimmy Carter delivered this televised speech on July 15, 1979. It is often called the "Crisis of Confidence" speech. When you read it I am sure much of what he said applies to America today. Where I live in Canada and most of our provinces are not sensing many of the great problems facing American's today. I believe in America and what it stands for. Perhaps for those having hard time or those having it good, America is a troubled nation. I would like to see it powerful again...


READ ON.

Good evening. This is a special night for me. Exactly three years ago, on July 15, 1976, I accepted the nomination of my party to run for president of the United States.

I promised you a president who is not isolated from the people, who feels your pain, and who shares your dreams and who draws his strength and his wisdom from you.

During the past three years I've spoken to you on many occasions about national concerns, the energy crisis, reorganizing the government, our nation's economy, and issues of war and especially peace. But over those years the subjects of the speeches, the talks, and the press conferences have become increasingly narrow, focused more and more on what the isolated world of Washington thinks is important. Gradually, you've heard more and more about what the government thinks or what the government should be doing and less and less about our nation's hopes, our dreams, and our vision of the future.

Ten days ago I had planned to speak to you again about a very important subject -- energy. For the fifth time I would have described the urgency of the problem and laid out a series of legislative recommendations to the Congress. But as I was preparing to speak, I began to ask myself the same question that I now know has been troubling many of you. Why have we not been able to get together as a nation to resolve our serious energy problem?

It's clear that the true problems of our Nation are much deeper -- deeper than gasoline lines or energy shortages, deeper even than inflation or recession. And I realize more than ever that as president I need your help. So I decided to reach out and listen to the voices of America.

I invited to Camp David people from almost every segment of our society -- business and labor, teachers and preachers, governors, mayors, and private citizens. And then I left Camp David to listen to other Americans, men and women like you.

It has been an extraordinary ten days, and I want to share with you what I've heard. First of all, I got a lot of personal advice. Let me quote a few of the typical comments that I wrote down.

This from a southern governor: "Mr. President, you are not leading this nation -- you're just managing the government."

"You don't see the people enough any more."

"Some of your Cabinet members don't seem loyal. There is not enough discipline among your disciples."

"Don't talk to us about politics or the mechanics of government, but about an understanding of our common good."

"Mr. President, we're in trouble. Talk to us about blood and sweat and tears."

"If you lead, Mr. President, we will follow."

Many people talked about themselves and about the condition of our nation.

This from a young woman in Pennsylvania: "I feel so far from government. I feel like ordinary people are excluded from political power."

And this from a young Chicano: "Some of us have suffered from recession all our lives."

"Some people have wasted energy, but others haven't had anything to waste."

And this from a religious leader: "No material shortage can touch the important things like God's love for us or our love for one another."

And I like this one particularly from a black woman who happens to be the mayor of a small Mississippi town: "The big-shots are not the only ones who are important. Remember, you can't sell anything on Wall Street unless someone digs it up somewhere else first."

This kind of summarized a lot of other statements: "Mr. President, we are confronted with a moral and a spiritual crisis."

Several of our discussions were on energy, and I have a notebook full of comments and advice. I'll read just a few.

"We can't go on consuming 40 percent more energy than we produce. When we import oil we are also importing inflation plus unemployment."

"We've got to use what we have. The Middle East has only five percent of the world's energy, but the United States has 24 percent."

And this is one of the most vivid statements: "Our neck is stretched over the fence and OPEC has a knife."

"There will be other cartels and other shortages. American wisdom and courage right now can set a path to follow in the future."

This was a good one: "Be bold, Mr. President. We may make mistakes, but we are ready to experiment."

And this one from a labor leader got to the heart of it: "The real issue is freedom. We must deal with the energy problem on a war footing."

And the last that I'll read: "When we enter the moral equivalent of war, Mr. President, don't issue us BB guns."

These ten days confirmed my belief in the decency and the strength and the wisdom of the American people, but it also bore out some of my long-standing concerns about our nation's underlying problems.

I know, of course, being president, that government actions and legislation can be very important. That's why I've worked hard to put my campaign promises into law -- and I have to admit, with just mixed success. But after listening to the American people I have been reminded again that all the legislation in the world can't fix what's wrong with America. So, I want to speak to you first tonight about a subject even more serious than energy or inflation. I want to talk to you right now about a fundamental threat to American democracy.

I do not mean our political and civil liberties. They will endure. And I do not refer to the outward strength of America, a nation that is at peace tonight everywhere in the world, with unmatched economic power and military might.

The threat is nearly invisible in ordinary ways. It is a crisis of confidence. It is a crisis that strikes at the very heart and soul and spirit of our national will. We can see this crisis in the growing doubt about the meaning of our own lives and in the loss of a unity of purpose for our nation.

The erosion of our confidence in the future is threatening to destroy the social and the political fabric of America.

The confidence that we have always had as a people is not simply some romantic dream or a proverb in a dusty book that we read just on the Fourth of July.

It is the idea which founded our nation and has guided our development as a people. Confidence in the future has supported everything else -- public institutions and private enterprise, our own families, and the very Constitution of the United States. Confidence has defined our course and has served as a link between generations. We've always believed in something called progress. We've always had a faith that the days of our children would be better than our own.

Our people are losing that faith, not only in government itself but in the ability as citizens to serve as the ultimate rulers and shapers of our democracy. As a people we know our past and we are proud of it. Our progress has been part of the living history of America, even the world. We always believed that we were part of a great movement of humanity itself called democracy, involved in the search for freedom, and that belief has always strengthened us in our purpose. But just as we are losing our confidence in the future, we are also beginning to close the door on our past.

In a nation that was proud of hard work, strong families, close-knit communities, and our faith in God, too many of us now tend to worship self-indulgence and consumption. Human identity is no longer defined by what one does, but by what one owns. But we've discovered that owning things and consuming things does not satisfy our longing for meaning. We've learned that piling up material goods cannot fill the emptiness of lives which have no confidence or purpose.

The symptoms of this crisis of the American spirit are all around us. For the first time in the history of our country a majority of our people believe that the next five years will be worse than the past five years. Two-thirds of our people do not even vote. The productivity of American workers is actually dropping, and the willingness of Americans to save for the future has fallen below that of all other people in the Western world.

As you know, there is a growing disrespect for government and for churches and for schools, the news media, and other institutions. This is not a message of happiness or reassurance, but it is the truth and it is a warning.

These changes did not happen overnight. They've come upon us gradually over the last generation, years that were filled with shocks and tragedy.

We were sure that ours was a nation of the ballot, not the bullet, until the murders of John Kennedy and Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. We were taught that our armies were always invincible and our causes were always just, only to suffer the agony of Vietnam. We respected the presidency as a place of honor until the shock of Watergate.

We remember when the phrase "sound as a dollar" was an expression of absolute dependability, until ten years of inflation began to shrink our dollar and our savings. We believed that our nation's resources were limitless until 1973, when we had to face a growing dependence on foreign oil.

These wounds are still very deep. They have never been healed. Looking for a way out of this crisis, our people have turned to the Federal government and found it isolated from the mainstream of our nation's life. Washington, D.C., has become an island. The gap between our citizens and our government has never been so wide. The people are looking for honest answers, not easy answers; clear leadership, not false claims and evasiveness and politics as usual.

What you see too often in Washington and elsewhere around the country is a system of government that seems incapable of action. You see a Congress twisted and pulled in every direction by hundreds of well-financed and powerful special interests. You see every extreme position defended to the last vote, almost to the last breath by one unyielding group or another. You often see a balanced and a fair approach that demands sacrifice, a little sacrifice from everyone, abandoned like an orphan without support and without friends.