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I must confess upfront of my embarrassment over not regularly blogging this year. I plan to change that shortly. Its not from an abundance of stimuli. In my location, it is the nexus of everything possible and did you see that. It keeps the weeks pretty interesting. We like that. No two days are ever alike and a great conversation is always just around the corner with our group. Thats another thing to be thankful. It is rare that you can enjoy what you do surrounded by who you like. There are very few ways to make it better sans a crystal blue ocean, a distant sea gull, efficient waiters and a great wi-fi.
What a wonderful time to be alive. I cannot imagine being able to see Alexander G. Bell or Tessler beholding what they discovered having
become so much more. It must appear like magic or witchcraft. Imagine trying to explain that a cellphone needs no wires; that people oceans apart could see images of each other in real time talking as if there was no distance or the harnessing of electricity in so many avenues, including solar energy. That would be worth a million conversations. In my short lifetime; I think back to the first black and white tv we owned, the first cellphone in a huge bag that was more like weight-training than technology or the first fax machine (and lets be honest-they were horrible) transmitting images from one place to another or the old polaroid camera that could snap a picture and develop before your eyes. Those were the days. Days of a pleasant memory that would allow you to appreciate the present technology and its advancements.I know it wont be long before kids will have no idea of what a phone
booth, fax machine, light bulb, gasoline, walking in public parks, skipping rocks or personal conversations in public. The smaller the world has become through technology; the farther apart we have become. I barely know my neighbors, let alone anyone on the street. I can hardly be completely where I am for answering or sending a text message or taking a call. I can hardly enjoy a good movie for being disappointed in the special effects or some other seduction of technology. We live in great times; great good and great sad. To preserve our humanity, we may well have to retreat to the past someday when noone remembers what it once was.Well its Friday again. That means that the cohort and I have a long honored tradition of haikus on Friday. Its a fun thing and somewhat an enjoyable activity. So without more rambling; on to the feat!
View Into Spring
Hot coffee now warm;
Cool sunshine soothing warm;
Watching people live.
Have a great weekend.
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This is a typical story. I left the office at lunch and was in my car before realizing that I needed to take a leak. So where can I go thats quick, convenient and has a clean bathroom. In my case, I went to Arbys. By now, they know me — way too many visits per week. So I park and take the stroll toward the front door. Clearly a busy spot, the warm sun gleaming on my smooth soft brown with a smiley face on my chest and a baseball cap on my dome; all laced with a smile. I yack with the manager about what I wanted and swaggered to the louve. "WHAT!!!???" I walked in and it was Niagara Falls. The urinal was running full blast and running down the wall and floors. Surely someone had been here before me and why wouldnt they have said anything. I guess I better hold it a while longer. I back out with wet soles and inform the manager of my discovery. She asks if I giggled the handle; of course, in case I didnt need to say anything. So with sandwich in hand I am back outside headed for my vehicle thinking about Murphy's Law and how its always funny if you let later be now. I knew if I looked back on this later and thought about all the times Arbys had been guaranteed except this one time I really needed it ..... ha ha ha ha on me.
Even the brain has a shell, the skull. I was watching an episode of CSI last week and they had found a young woman who had fallen from the side of a cliff. Nothing unusual until I glance back to watch them discovering her brain 6 feet away up the hill from the body in perfect condition. I can't say the same for the shell. 
Bruce Springstein in my ears attempts to distract me from time seeming to run in reverse. I am listening one of the truely great songs of his bountiful career. Some might argue that music has color; my response would be does life? Are we not all stings of the same chord of a song we think we determine the notes of running down its chorus with few ideas of the notes ahead or when the song ends....? Nonetheless...."Philadelphia;" what a great song with incredible lyrics. The deep haunting of a soul bass draws you into the muse of a story so delicate its deadly and the truth leaks out into yesterday's memories and today's tradgedies....
"He answered my prayer, for one night I had a dream, and in that dream a big, black man appeared to me and told me what to mix up in my hair. Some of the remedy was grown in Africa, but I sent for it, mixed it, put it on my scalp, and in a few weeks my hair was coming in faster than it had ever fallen out. I tried it on my friends; it helped them. I made up my mind to begin to sell it."
