Monthly Archives: September 2010

TTYL. LOL.

Oh, evil Blackberry!  How you’ve changed the image of man.  I didn’t want to believe it was your fault, but now I see – you have squeezed these wonderful creatures down to distilled bits of byte/bite-sized communiqués.  Wow.  Thanks for that.  Generally speaking, at least in my foreign land, men have never really been known for having intricate, mad skillz in the whole transmission of information department.  Now, condensing things down to a maximum of 140 characters and a minimum […]

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I’ve fallen. More at a right angle, than perpendicular.

In 1752 there was a book written about Sir Isaac Newton that holds the personal account of how he came up with the concept of gravity.  Newton, you remember him?  Ol’ apple on the head boy?  Story goes, that one warm evening Newton was hanging out in the garden, drinking tea when he watched an apple fall to the ground (you should know there was no mention of it landing on his noggin) when he thought about why the apple […]

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Mornings! Only thing I love more? Monday mornings.

Mornings.  I love mornings.  What I love even more is Monday mornings.  They are two of my favorite things.  A combination right up there with Abbot & Costello, Lennon & McCartney or chocolate & peanut butter.  I often stand alone at the bus stop of life in my love for Monday mornings, but I’m happy for the company I do have when it comes to appreciation for the window of time before the sun comes up and the morning it […]

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Old dog, new tricks. And the art of decision making.

A friend recently shared these lyrics with me, "You are more than the choices that you've made.   You are more than the sum of your past mistakes. . ." (words from a Tenth Ave North song).   Well, thank heavens for that.  While numbers are not my strong suit (despite Mr. Kosinski’s noble attempts in Algebra class) even I can figure out the 15% tip on that equation.   The problem with assessing the total of my life, as I […]

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Smack Talk Dressed in Freedom of Speech’s Clothing

Growing up, I was taught to respect the opinions of others, even if I didn’t agree.  Even if I passionately, vehemently disagreed, because I was told that this was one of the golden opportunities of being an American: the right to speak freely about politics, religion and just about any other crazy thought that fell out of your head.  I don’t have to see eye to eye with you, but I can promise you I won’t give you the stink […]

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Don’t Mess with Mr. In-Between

When asked the question, “Is the glass half full or half empty?” I find an answer does not come easily to me.  It sort of depends on when you ask me, because optimism and pessimism come and go in equal phases in my life.  There are folks out there who are either pessimists or optimists, all the bloody time and I couldn’t do that if even if I made the effort.  Carrying the torch of either Perky Pollyanna or Cindy […]

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If I’m hot-headed, blame the cat.

Not one to regularly anthropomorphize animals, I’ve come to believe my cat, Alice (oh yeah, don’t make them people-like, but give them people names) can read.  Yes, read.  But I’m not very impressed with her skills, because she apparently thinks that Dr. Seuss titled the book “The Cat is the Hat” and therefore believes it is her duty to keep my head warm, even on the hottest bloody nights in the Southern California high desert.   At least, that’s the […]

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