I am alive!

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I’m alive, I’m alive!!!

Do you ever feel like life just slips? I mean, one day every things dandy, and then *poof*, something’s off kilter. You wake up one morning, blink the sleep out of your eyes and wonder, ‘What just happened?’

You look around, gather evidence of the passage of time and realize that you’ve lost days. Not that you weren’t there for those days, they are, after all, right there in your memory, but your normal routines just slid to the side, and everything just sort of melted into the background.

Suddenly, you gather yourself together, get back on track, reinvent who or what you are and continue, wondering why? What happened to make life go bottom’s up?

I don’t have that answer. My slip, it seems, lasted near a week. Here I am, looking at my non-existent postages over the last several days wondering where it all went.

*sigh*… that, I may never know.

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Who are you?

While reading through The 2013 Guide to Literary Agents, I realized that I never addressed Lyn’s need to know what kind of person she was. Seein’ as how her memory is all but non-existent, I figured she might want to know such a thing. So, while in the throws of prepping for another shot at an agent, I find myself in another bout of editing, though minor it may be.

So there you have it… wish me luck!

In the heat of the moment – I guess you had to have been there

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There are moments in life when moods don’t make sense and when you try to explain what or why it struck you, it’s inexplicable – and being under the influence doesn’t count ’cause that gives an explanation – an escape clause if you will.

Many years ago, I was watching a movie with my brother – I know I have several, but I’m naming names, he knows who he is, as do I… anywho, it was an old Arnold Schwarzenegger movie, and we laughed through the whole thing. I’m telling you, the movie was freakin’ hilarious. I shared the hilarity with my significant other at the time, but told me, after watching it for himself, with high expectations of immense entertainment, that it wasn’t that funny at all.

Puzzled, I rented the movie and watched it for a second time thinkin’ ‘huh, it really wasn’t that funny, in fact, it was you, know, typical Arnie with a lot of bad puns and over dramatized shoot-’em-up scenes. But hey, don’t knock it, it’s Arnie, and I love Arnie movies. “Well, it was funny then… I guess you had to have been there.” It was the only explanation I had.

I know now that it was the combination of me, my brother, late night tele, and just the comaradarie of fun that made the movie so funny. I s’pose that combination is a phenomenon in and of itself.

My children, paired with certain siblings amongst themselves have in recent past, shared similar experiences. Instead of psychoanalyzing it, I say sit back and enjoy the private times, where, after all is said and done, and you look back chuckling to yourself, realizing that what happened wasn’t really funny at all. Don’t try to explain it; somehow, something magic happened – so just go with it.

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Wake Up!

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“I’m awake! I’m awake!”

Do you ever feel like no matter how hard you try, you just can’t… wake… up?

Gaah! What’s up with that? I hate it, especially when I’ve slept my full quota of slumbertude.

I’m sure there’s a reason for it, but I couldn’t start to guess why. P’raps I’ll google it. …and my computer slogged. It does that when the virus scan is running. That’s okay though, I didn’t see anything useful on the search page anyways, just ‘get enough sleep’, ‘your interrupting your sleep cycle’, ‘see your doctor, your gonna die’, ‘wake up at the same time every morning…’ Pshah, like I wake up in the mornings; I do wake up the same time at night though, does that count? Although last week my body thought I was a day person; I woke up at 6:30 every morning—what a drag. What do people do that early? Not that I laid around and did nothing, but come-on, give me a break.

I s’pose I’ll just accept that sometimes I just feel more tired than others, even if I think I got enough sleep. Maybe I didn’t sleep as well as I thought I did, or maybe… just maybe that huge lightsaber battle I had while I was dreaming took more out of me than I thought…

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Forgive and… well, just forgive

 It’s easy to get angry. It’s easy to stay angry, to want to punish the source of that anger thinking that somehow, causing pain to someone else will make it all go away… well it doesn’t. The thing about anger, punishment, and revenge is that it is not self satisfying. Somehow, you gotta do worse, more horrifying deeds to satiate the need to satisfy those strong emotions. Unfortunately, they are never satisfied and the recipient usually pays a far greater price for your anger than the infraction that they inflicted in the first place. Now who is the monster? The person who caused the initial pain? Pain often caused in error, or because they suffer their own pain, or the monster that continues to inflict pain because their need for revenge just doesn’t go away.

My point? Why suffer? They say forgiveness is a divine gift, I say forgiveness is less painful. Once you forgive someone it’s over. No undying hunger, monopolizing your life, demanding constant satisfaction. Yea, it sucks, it hurts, it’s wrong that some people go unpunished for wrongs done, but why give them the power to feed your pain. Forgiveness is not for them, it’s for you; it allows you to move on and live.

Take power into your own hands, live for your own life.

We’re taught that forgiveness is the right thing to do; I say it just makes good sense.


Everyone must put in their 2 cents worth.

While traversing through the desert with my similarly gendered sibling she mentioned during one of the multitude of conversations that the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. So I took the bait and Googled it and on reference.com, the brother of dictionary.com, a website I just discovered, I found the answer, or at least one of them…

The ancient phrase, “A journey of a thousand miles starts with one step” has many paraphrases and dates back thousands of years, and takes on a special meaning in contemporary society. The actual quote is attributed to Lao-tzu, the ancient Chinese philosopher who wrote the Tao Te Ching, born 604 B.C. The literal translation form the Chinese is “A journey of a thousand leagues begins beneath one’s feet.

at this point, I couldn’t access the ‘read more’ reference, so I Googled Tao Te Ching and discovered a book of quotes written by Lao-tzu, complete with a web-site dedicated to studying the Tao. Being intrigued, I sit pondering whether or not to buy the book. I like quotes, proverbs, saying… you get the jist. P’raps I’ll swing by the library and check it out. I can decide whether to get a copy after seeing it for myself. Prob’ly will.

Of course, there were a multitude of references for the quote, but I was satisfied with the first one. The other references seemed to indicate that the original quote came from Lao-tzu, so, eh, I’m good.

Sailor’s Delight

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As I drove into the vibrant orange of the morning sky on my way to visit my sister, I thought of my mom. The morning sky, regardless of colour reminds me of her saying ‘Red sky at morning sailor’s warning, red sky at night, sailor’s delight.’ As I pondered her words, I decided to look up that old adage to find where it came from, and if there was any truth to it, and boy did I open a can of worms.

The web site I chose (not wiki this time) was surprisingly from the library of congress at www.loc.gov

First was a quote from one of Shakespeare’s plays – Venus and Adonis; “Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.”

Then a quote from the Bible of all places in Matthew 16:1-2; “When in evening, ye say, it will be fair weather: For the sky is red. And in the morning, it will be foul weather today; for the sky is red and lowring.”

I won’t get into the technical mumbo jumbo, however, in a nutshell;

When the sun is setting through a high concentration of dust particles, this typically indicates high pressure system coming in from the west and usually good weather will follow. But, if the rising sun reflects dust particles in the morning, it is indicative that a high water content is in the atmosphere; a storm system may be moving to the east and rain is on its way.

For a better explanation, visit the aforementioned web site to get all the gory details.

Pretty cool, I say.

Desert Green

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I had the pleasure of driving down Highway 87 on the way to Sycamore Creek and noted the true awesomeness of the desert. You see, the desert has this amazing power to transform it’s colors at the drop of scattered showers. The drab olive of scrub brushes, and dusty brown sand turn into this amazing carpet of lush hues of green covering the sand and new buds of bright green on the dingiest of bushes. What a show!

My favorite part of the desert, aside from the hidden beauty when water influences the abundance of seeds lying around, are the enormous rocks jutting out of the earth forming majestic mountains. It almost looks as though some giant fist struck the ground from below, forcing the rocks upward to form these amazing monoliths.

Anyone who knows me well knows that my preference is for the forests and trees, but even I must stare in awe at the beautiful transformation from a multitude of brown to a myriad of green. Yea, the desert does have it’s moments.

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Another New Page

I’ve decided that perhaps it’s time to expand the vocabulary of the general populace in hopes of a more articulate society. One of my favorite comedic acts is from John Branyan who recites the three little pigs with a more extensive vocabulary than I’ve ever seen in my lifetime. He has a valid argument when he talks about how much vocabulary we lack. Seeing as how I love words, I felt it most appropriate to create a page to share my love, and learn a few more definitions in the process. The page is called Extraneous Articulations.

The first words, of course, will be to explain the title -extraneous and articulation. The definitions will be found from the website dictionary.com

Albert Einstein

There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.

-Albert Einstein

Albert Einstein is one of my favorite scientists, he’s right up there with Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates… wait a minute, absolutely no relativity between him and them… (Sorry, just couldn’t resist).

When I decided to write this, I knew very little of the man so decided to do some research. My first stop as usual was Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Einstein. Although it’s not technically an acceptable for research purposes in schools, but for me it’s a great start.

After several hours and many websites, I decided that Albert is definitely my favorite scientist. As I perused the papers he wrote, the ideas he had and the many theories he came up with I decided that my intellect is nothing compared to his, I mean, have you ever read a paper on physics? Even his first paper – The Investigation of the State of Aether in Magnetic Fields, written when he was 15, is beyond my ability to fully comprehend. Seriously, have you ever read anything about physics?

I read about quantum mechanics, photoelectric effects, particle theory, and frankly, being an electrician, I understood more than I would have otherwise, but, other than that, wow, I say again… wow. To have a mind that thinks on such a level would be phenomenal, I think perhaps maybe it would be a little lonely also. I wonder if he had many friends or just a lot of colleagues. When you out think everyone in the room, are you good at socializing? Can you be?

I suppose I’ll never find out – I’m not entirely sure I want to.

A couple of websites I found while researching Einstein are listed below, along with some quotes I like.



-Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind.

-One has been endowed with just enough intelligence to be able to see clearly how utterly inadequate that intelligence is when confronted with what exists. If such humility could be conveyed to everybody, the world of human activities would be more appealing.