Yes, it is “Black Friday”, and I’ve been up since before 5:00, but only because a train rolled thru this town, horns blazing. Speaking of “Horns blazing”, a quick sayonara shout out to our friends at Texas A&M is in order, but I digress. The guest abode we occupy south of the border on Black [...]
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Fraught with irony
Posted in 30 days of Thankfulness, accountability, Bankruptcy, cleaning out your closet, Illusions, The root of the problem on November 25, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
The other side of the mirror
Posted in accountability, Character, Compass, Epiphanies, Illusions, Made in USA, Memorial Day, The root of the problem, Wicked: Changed for Good on November 19, 2011 | 2 Comments »
When you look in the mirror, what do you see? I wonder what he saw? Did he look below the surface? Did he ever think he might be wrong? More on that in a moment. Touring a museum has only given me goose bumps twice. Once was in Europe in 2008, while viewing relics of [...]
Stepping into the void
Posted in Learning, the End of the World, The root of the problem on November 11, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
It’s out there. I can feel it, but I can’t see it. There is a party going on, and I’m choosing to sit at home. It’s day one with no Facebook. Why, you may ask? Because I was feeling the void: the void of what I was missing. Keeping up on FB was becoming a [...]
Please, stand by
Posted in Family History, The root of the problem, Time Capsule on October 31, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Remember the 70′s? Television was still in it’s adolescence. We did not have VCR’s, DVR’s, or Direct TV. We had 3 to 5 channels, and the TV Guide. When you had a show you really wanted to watch, the anticipation was almost palpable. Then, those fateful words would be heard: “We are temporarily experiencing technical [...]
Unexpected
Posted in The root of the problem, Wise man built his house upon rock on August 20, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Unexpected; expect the unexpected. That phrase is even more ominous than “Bond, James Bond” and the like. Yesterday was just such a day: unexpected. I will spare much of the detail for reasons beyond explanation, but when your day begins with coworkers meeting you halfway between your car and your building with phrases like “we [...]
Common side effects may include…
Posted in allergies, Epiphanies, The root of the problem, Unintended consiquences on August 12, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I was watching cable television tonight with the ladies in my family, and their choice of programing was sponsored by a particular new prescription drug. This was perhaps the most dramatic case to date for the side effects being worse than the basic treatable condition. With limited editorial deletes (for the family friendly under 25 [...]
Not getting the whole picture?
Posted in musings, The root of the problem, Work ethic on August 10, 2011 | 1 Comment »
It happens all the time, or at least it seems like it. You think you are on top of things; you think you understand the situation around you; you believe you have it under control. Then, it happens: something breaks down, and you begin to learn the full scope of things. Case in point: air [...]
Crazy from the heat
Posted in Learning, musings, The root of the problem, You've Got Mail on August 6, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Frank Navasky: She fell in love with Generalissimo Franco! Kathleen Kelly: No, don’t say that. Really. We don’t know that for sure. Frank Navasky: Well, who else could it have been? It was probably around 1960. Kathleen Kelly: Do you want some popcorn? Frank Navasky: I can’t believe this! I mean, it’s not like he [...]
I always have. YOU always will.
Posted in Arthritis, Good News; Jesus Christ, Lyric vault moment, Marathon, The root of the problem on May 21, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
It’s an absolutely gorgeous morning in Edmond America. A slight breeze, clear blue skies, and mid 70′s temps. This is San Diego weather, right here in middle earth. The conditions called for a walk. TeamBing had been out earlier to do one mile in the Walk for Arthritis, and I felt compelled to keep going [...]
