Day to remember those that were bigger

A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself--Joseph Campbell

Starts with a post

Just got this quote from a Facebook post.  Thinking of all the friends and family members that were in the military on this Memorial Day. 2010. All those that serve this country for the protection of our freedom and liberty. For a time, the American People were not so nice to Veterans and this is a tough thing to swallow. Calling Korean and Vietnam veterans baby killers. Spitting on returning troops. Not paying soldiers for risking their lives in previous battles.

Military and Movies

Saw a movie, Stop Loss. It was a tough movie. Basically, the US Government said, "No, you can’t go just yet. Yes, you fulfilled your country’s duty. However, we just need you for a little longer." This last year the Academy Award winner was for movie call the Hurt Locker. It’s about bomb demolition specialist that goes back into the fray. It reminds me of part of the movie Black Hawk Down. At the end of the movie, one of the Rangers grabs a quick bite to eat and heads back into Mogadishu.  

Not Our Best Moment

There is something basic—very basic about the human condition. Here people can be so unkind to others. Regular people--you and me--with very noble intention to serve is rebuked and betrayed. A person consciously decides to withstand all the difficulties and fight for cause that is bigger than selves.  Yet return to with such. . .crap.  Just basic Crap. Fighting for your country, fighting for something bigger. They return--not to a hero’s welcome--but to crap, piss, and spit.It makes one give pause to stepping into the fray.

Scaling Mountains

This was not a country's best moments. Yet, when you see hero types, the unsung heroes that strap on and gets back in the fray. No fanfare. No medals. No rewards. Just the knowledge that they helped another. They climbed mountains and built something wonderful. This is what heroes are. You realize, "Hey, there is something more. I am part of his/her team, I am part of the human race. You realize you, too, can be a rock climber. I am part of that genome. I got hero in me, too." 

Green Angels Among Us

At times, we are faced with ugliness. When desperation and evil stares in the face, I find solace that others had the gravitas to be bigger than stupid individuals, hurt feelings, and displaced rage. They were able to stand up and step up to be bigger. To get higher, we need to remember on Memorial Day, we stand on the shoulders of giants.They are our base, our foundation.

Emissary Goats sent to Azazel

Who's Fault Is It Now? In Leviticus 16:8-10, Emissary goats--Scapegoats--were sent to Azazel.

Stupidity happens. Injustice occurs. Intolerance and Scapegoating is a historical fact. First it was immigrants for the country’s woes. It was the Indians. Then Asians. The Jews. Now it’s the Mexicans. Blaming someone else for the society's problem is not a new tactic. 

If we can remember, these scapegoating tactics were used against Jews, homosexuals, and anyone un-uberman-like. The United States fought World War II to stop concentration camps and the whole extermination of a people.

Before calling the kettle you know, let's not get too big-headed. America is not within its own evils. Slavery of Africans, taking of Native Americans lands and cultures, and internment camps of the Japanese Americans. Lets not forget Fred Korematsu and other Civil Rights leaders. Remember J. Adams? How about B. Franklin? T. Jefferson? G. Washington and the other signatories of the Declaration of Independence. You are right this what American soldiers fought and died for.

One could say it’s the politicians' fault. But that too would be the same scapegoating. French Revolution said that it was the riches fault for everything. Thanks Charles Dickens f Tale of Two Cities.

Before doing this I am reminded of not a well-known Jewish holiday, Erev Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur is a big day to the Hebrews. Yom Kippur is a day for atoning for the sins against God. The day before Yom Kippur is Erev Yom Kippur. On this day people apologize and ask forgiveness from friends, relatives, and acquaintances to heal hurt feelings. In other words, before we ask Forgiveness from God, we ask it from each other. 

So What Do We Do?

Really, I am not sure.Wish I had the answer. I believe in the Sir Galahad theory. Before doing this, perhaps we can remember no one wants to be sent Azazel as emissary goats. Perhaps we can remember Erev Yom Kippur before we battle in the name of God. Perhaps we will not need to remember so many on this hallowed day

Possible Answer: Be an Eternal Flame

Fight for the causes you believe in. Stand up before the fight begins. If one can’t do that, then feel in your heart.  In time, we may learn that we are all connected. In time, we may be friends. Maybe in time we learn to eat, play, and celebrate together.  Dalai Lama said that we need more festivals. Maybe this is true. Eat and celebrate together. We get to see our neighbor in the eye. We need to see that fire for life. We got to be that Eternal Flame.

Sweeping changes may be needed. Flood, plague, and fire have been used for the cleaning of house. Right now our world is bleeding and BP can’t seem to plug up this hole. Spilling of our oceans is killing us and our world. Volcanoes are spewing ash in the sky. Earthquakes are saying that there's a time for change. Don’t want to get Armageddon -ish. It’s not my thing. Death happens to us all. What I am saying is that we should remember--and more importantly--learn from the past. You know the rest of the saying.

Another Possible Solution: Marine Motto Semper Fidelis means Always Faithful. Faith is defined as a fidelity to one's promise. According to Merriman-Webster dictionary Faith does not simply define "belief and trust and loyalty God." It stands as an allegiance to duty and others. It is our duty. Our duty in believing as people--and more importantly--as a person that we (I) can and should do better. On this Memorial Day, the Fallen have given “. . .the last full measure of devotion”—Abraham Lincoln, Gettysburg Address.

We need to remember. It is our duty to remember. It is our duty to respect. To stand up and be bigger than ourselves.  Perhaps with this, this simple belief and acceptance that we are more similar than different, then maybe we can fix these things hurting ourselves and our world.

First it is a feeling.  A recognition of right and wrong. Your soul will tell you what is. Just have to listen. A thought will manifest itself to a belief. Next an action.

Another Solution: Remembering

If we can remember “It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.” Gettysburg Address, Lincoln again. 

Saw a movie (Yes, another movie) Taking Chance. A simple story about a Marine volunteering to do Escort Duty for a Fallen Soldier. He is met acts of kindness and respect on their journey home. So let me be simple and start. Russell, Mike C., M. Jones, Marvin, Dad, and others in the military--Thank you on this hallowed day, Memorial Day.

Scream Laughter

Aaahhhh!!!

Enthusiasm is Infectious

There was movie made long ago. Life Is Beautiful. Never saw it. It won an Academy Award. What I remember most was not the winning, but it was the celebrating. Roberto Begnini was so joyous and exuberant that he jumped out of his seat. Walked on seats. He began to shout and scream with laughter. Such genuine joy, no one could not be infected by this. Could not stop smiling. You Tube Video of Roberto Begnini accepting Academy

Scream Laughing Therapy For the Doldrums

One thing I do when I am with my nieces is scream. We have the sunroof open and we just start screaming. I start with a giggle. Then 0 to 100 mph, in ten seconds. Then a laugh, then I go to the extreme. I sceam in laughter. Loud. Yes, it is fake. Loud and fake. Loud and vein popping. People in cars next to us just start looking at us while I scream in laughter. Yes, I do try to embarrass my nieces.  They just can’t help but smile. They just can’t help but start giggling and smiling. It helps when you are in a car with family and friends. Stuck in traffic. No one can get away. They start to giggle. Captured audience, literally. If they are drinking something, you get bonus points when fluids shoot out their nose.

Fake It, Til You Make It

I mean. Fake Scream Laugh until it feels like you are passing a kidney stone. Got to show enthusiasm. Be ridiculous. This is not for the faint of heart. Veins must be popping. Face should be reddening. Sides should begin to hurt. Once on a roll, the thought of stroking out is not uncommon. Can’t think of a better way to go. Laughter becomes contagious. Throwing caution to the wind. laugh until you can’t catch breathe. Personally, I see them smile and I begin to cry in joy. Ask them.

Toothy Smile Is How It Begins

Others just can’t stop laughing. Hearing someone laugh with such enthusiasm. People, as a rule, can not help it. First its a smirk. Then a smile. Then it becomes an open mouth smile. Do it right people will begin to giggle. Mouth open. Releasing the hormones of laughter is good. Ever watch Patch Adams. Medicinal laughter is not new.

At Times, Life is a Joke. Might As Well Get Paid.

My friend Corrine did stand up comedy. She was good, I hear. She has lived a challenged life. I know it. Caught some short previews when the material for her works was being made. She is happier now. From what I read on her Facebook page I see the hard times have not made her a hard person. I find her strong and happy now. She should stop smoking though. If you are reading this Corrine, Stop.   

A red headed hurricane. She hates that. She is a whirlwind. Never thought this was a bad term of endearment. She makes an impact on your life. Death and destruction is not her way. Okay, a little destruction. Its okay we need to clear things away at times. 

She is an emotionally deep. She is a Scorpio. Strong. Tough exoskeleton. A Wicked sting. With a skill of reinventing herself. She cares and she steps up. No, she is not sheep. At times she was not always fitting at times. However, she was Queen. Whether in online land or ICC, sorry about the trash thing. Should have backed your play. Corrines, you are someone to admire. Someone to look up to.

 

Black Box for Relationships: Cramnarttocs

Rinnes, I don’t care what others think. Some may not like you. I am not one of them. I love ya. To those that have hate in their heart, defriend them. 

Remember, some people get stuck. People get blocked. Sometimes a flush up the anus will clear the crap. Its okay, they are plugged up. A friendship enema. What is stuck inside them will hurt them more than they do you. Sepsis of the soul. Karmic Crap. People are cranky. Bowels obstructed would make most feel uncomfortable. 

Thar She Blows. . .

Backup not a pretty sight. Just watch out when they blow. Diarrhea of anger and hate. They get rancid inside.Some get past Freud's oral stage. However, others are stuck in the Retentive. Explosion, not always a pretty sight. Chunks of crap splattered on the side of the white porcelain. Just Flush. They don't the have Fiber of Love. The stuff to pick and clean that gunk inside.  Its pretty unsightly. If you can pray and send Love, then maybe the colitis of can be removed away. Remember Nuts are not good. Lincoln logs need to expelled. Just flush. Nice imagery. Poop.

Open the Door, Damn It

Poop. Poop. Poop—Okay I’m done.

At any rate, where do I go now with this enema metaphor?

Hmmmm. Bathroom?

Well, gotta run. Nature is calling. Seem like an appropriate place to end. 

Why? Shit happens. And You Gotta Go, Go. Just Flush. Please Flush. Don't want to smell your stuff. It Stinks.

Lynn, Music Is My Sanctuary

“Music is my sanctuary. Music is my sanctuary. . . You are my living world.”

Don’t know the singer. Don't know this song. Its on Chill Out Lounge on Internet radio.

Music. Dance. Expression of the soul and body. Hearing the rhythm of the universe brings peace. 

A Dancer I Once Knew. . .

A dancer I once knew touched my heart. She touched my soul. I was never the same. I knew she was with another, my good friend. I knew it what was not right, but I loved her. People will do things they would normally not do when they are in love. They will turn their back on their best friend. They will go to Heck and back for just a moment. For a Kiss. Yeah, I was a Jodie. Sorry Mike. Good friend or not, she was my soul mate. Don’t worry, she’s married now (not me) and has a beautiful son named Michael. Guess, not right in this lifetime.

She Likes Tap

There’s another dancer in my life. Not a ballet, modern, or jazz. She likes Tap.

She’s smart. A leader. Sensitive. Strong willed. Tough on her brother and sister at times. She was student of the year. She got a gagillion awards for attendance, academic achievement, and so on. She’s going to be in the regional spelling bee in a couple of weeks. She listens to me. Doesn’t do everything I ask, but I respect that. Very independent.  Very People Savvy. Strong EQ and High IQ. Dangerous combination.  

Check Your Family Tree

She is going to be someone you will read about in the future.  I can see you as a Mayor of Palmdale in the future. You have a relative that was mayor of a province in the PI. Mrs.Alejandrea Supnet. Click to Read about her, Mrs.Supnet

She’s not even in Junior High yet. She should be. She’s so smart and fighter. Like her Dad. She was a dancer from an early age. She reminds me of my Nanay. My grandmother. Strong willed and a Closer like her Mom. Strong spirit. Take no crap.

Nose. Eyes, Throat. . .
When asked Lynn if someone tries to fight with her, she knows where to strike: Nose, Throat, Eyes. She knows what to do if someone tries to attack her, she knows to call some random name out loud.

She smart and listens. Sorry, Luz and Kev, these are things Uncles teach their nieces. Teaches to whoop some ass when called for.

(Going to change audience perspective now. Sorry, in case she reads this)

Emotions are nothing to shy away from
I do not worry about you Lynn. You are of good stock. You have a strong spirit and being sensitive is a good thing. It lets people know that you truly care and are not afraid to show and share your emotions. This is something to never be ashamed of.  Like your sister, you are going to do great things in your lifetime.

Just don’t be so tough on your brother and sister. They love you, too. Plus, I showed them the eyes, nose, throat thing, too. Dor still doesn’t get the elbow thing yet. Hopefully, it will take. You may need to remind him.

Don’t forget, Dor is a Master Jedi. Yoda, will use the Force on you, but you have a strong mind. It won't effect simple minds. Remember this at BJs

I wrote about your sister.  Said she is my Hero. You are, too. Lynn you weren't born yet. This is what I remember. Click Here

I am jealous of your relationship with your sister. It’s tight. Like it should be.

Don't Forget. . .
When you get older, remember that you are loved. Remember  when in a fight, use an open fist--cupped--to the . . .well you know. Remember, being tough should tempered with tenderness. Your are just ten now, but life will get faster as you get older. I just wanted to put these thoughts and wishes down before time much time passes by. You have a great family. A great mom. A great dad. A great nanay. Great sister and great brother, too.

Listen to the Rhythm
Don’t stop dancing, too. You will touch someone’s heart and he will be affected for the rest of his life, like I have been by another dancer. Your soul mate is out there. Just wait until after college to meet him.  Maybe you will have better luck than I have. Timing is everything. If not in this lifetime, in another.

Don’t forget Music is a sanctuary. Listen to the rhythm of the Universe (Trust in Her. She will take care of you) Your heart is strong. Keep it open. Even to the tough stuff. It will make your stronger for other stuff. It gets harder in the future. I forgot this for a time. I learned it again. Remember sometimes people are not so smart. It's okay. It passes.

Lynn, when you become Mayor of the city. your Uncle Loves You. If you don't become Mayor, I Will Love Always You. Now and Forever. Thank you letting me be your Uncle.

His name is Vince

Birthday Coming Soon
It’s my childhood best friend’s birthday in a couple of days. We haven’t talked in years. We lived next door and he was good man from what I remember. Intelligent, a voracious reader. Good family, great friend. 

He was a better friend than I ever was to him. His ex- girlfriend tells me to keep Hope. Have patience. I do. I will. Don’t worry about that. Can’t change the past. Can’t undo things I’ve done and didn’t do. Many birthdays have passed since we last talked. Sixteen I think. Four Presidential elections ago. Four Olympics ago. 16 graduating classes has passed since we last spoke.

Can’t ask him to be my friend again. It’s not something that I think is feasible nor reasonable. Much time has passed. Much life has been missed. Much has been forgotten. Much has not been forgiven. Can’t say I blame him. I was not so good person for a time.

He knew me when I was not a good friend. He was still a friend despite my stupidness.

I don’t know how he is anymore. Don’t know how he’s been. Don’t know who he is.

Better Times

Joshua Hills. Making forts in the desert. Swimming in his pool. Arthur. Winfield Scott, Arcade games. Gatorade and Jack Daniels. Reading the Dragon trilogy, Raistlin and Tas. AV Mall and Walden Books.  Denny’s with the Zebra. . .Well Much has passed. My Bonsai tree died, too. Time has moved on. As it should.

Can’t step in the same river twice.  

It’s your birthday soon. I hope you and your other have a blessed day. I hope you have a blessed life. 

Lisa, don’t worry. My heart is still open. My head is too hard to give up Hope. If not in this life, then the next.  Lisa, you are right, we got to live with decision we make. No regrets. A bigger plan is out there. Sometimes we are too small at the time to see the big picture. Faith in others makes us have faith in ourselves.   

Love unconditionally. I do. I send my love to him, to you, and to yours.

Memorial Day: I Hear You, Dad

Just finished DVD. Taking Chance. Its movie about a fallen Marine named Chance. It was a story about a Marine military analyst, played by Kevin Bacon, that volunteered to take back Chance home to his parents. It was a story about how ordinary people not knowing this fallen soldier would display acts of kindness and respect. A airline attendant bumping the escort to first class, a flight attendant giving a crucifix to the escort, the flight line standing in respect, and so on.

Memorial Day is a week away. Can’t help think of my own father. He was a Marine. He passed away too. He’s in the Philippines now. I have never seen his funeral. It has been tucked away for some time. Still haven’t watched it. Not really ready too. It has been several years and I still haven’t. My brother has a giant cross tattoo on his arm. For some time, I never knew it was my Father. 

Did not leave on good terms with my Dad and it has always bothered me. He was a smart, intelligent man. A Closer, too. A Dreamer. Passionate. Driven. Strong. Courageous. Hard-Headed, too. I get that from him. I had some issues with him that I am not ready to share. I think of him often. I pushed out of my head for awhile. Some things I needed to do. I have Forgiven him for stuff that happened, but I haven’t given him the respect I believe need to do. As a young man, I didn't see things the way he did. He was my Dad. He loved my Brother and he said somethings that were very inciteful. Looking back I wished that I listened more. He brought me places. He taught me things. 

Was angry with him for some time. I was angry at myself for not being there for him. Blamed him for stuff. Some stuff was warranted. Others not. He loved me. I know this now. I have always known. He was no saint. He had his faults. Like all of do. Myself included. 

I sense his presence now and then. He's watching over me. Thank you for giving me the freedom to me. I remember the things you have written. They still mean the world. I am proud of you, too.

Think of my half-brother Mike. Did know know until I was eleven years old. He had another son. Made some attempts to find out where he is buried. Its fallen on deaf ears. Going to push the issue soon. Just will have to do this alone.  I think it is something that needs to be done. Its not me, but I think its my Dad’s spirit that has been nudging for awhile. I get this feeling that I need to do this for my Father, our Father.

Don't know why I chose to pick up this DVD, but I did. Don't know why I decided to watch it, but I did. I believe now I know why I did these things. Thanks, Dad, I am listening.

Next Monday is Memorial Day and I believe that I need to pay a visit. Need to say, Hello to Marv and Mike. Need to say Hi to Tatay. 

Tatay watches Rochelle. Marv is with Mary at Riverside National. My father’s son is in Arvin somewhere. My father is in the PI. Never said goodbye. I am sorry for that. 

Well, to those that have stepped up in the military. Thank You. Thank you Russell, Michael Crescitelli, Ricky Christiansen, Uncle Robert Barr, Tammy’s ex, Brandon, Terri Jones. Thank you for everything.

Marv and Tatay I will visit you soon.

Dad, I love you. You are missed. I still pray for you. I will bring you with me to see Mike.

Real deal

Tour of California
Sitting at Vista Point. Waiting for the sunset. Supposed to go down in a few minutes. Haven’t been doing too many things lately. Haven’t been feeling right lately. Little things bother me more than they should. Feeling a bit disconnected. Going through the motions. Right then a moth flies on top of my head.

Okay, you got my attention. Cars are speeding behind me. Today has been a filled day. Watched a couple of flics: Our Wedding Day and Doing Wright. Both are love stories. Both had a theme. Both had a couple of going through the struggle and finding our way.  Saw the Amgen tour of California.

Wait. Sun is setting and I got to take my picture. Been awhile. Need to do this. I will be back.

Falling Off Wagon, Getting Back On
Been a long time since I did that. Too long. Used to be something I did everyday.  Lately, other things well, I let other things get in the way. Lost my way for a bit. Everyday’s everyday. Its getting dark soon Airplanes are leaving their streaks across the sky. White lines as push across the blue and yellow sky.

The light on the windmill flash. It pulsates every three seconds. Flash. . .Flash. . .Flash. I can see the ripples across the Palmdale lake. Winds are blowing the thistle and flowers in front of me. Wind and my back as the car races home.

Another  turns off the Highway here in Vista Point. Speeding across the highway, I understand why cars stop here. Some because they get tired. Some because they want to stretch their legs. I come here because I need to get perspective and let my heart get lighter.

Couldn’t help, but take a few pictures of these older couple at the Amgen race. They were just standing there with their bright orange shirts. Fanny pack strapped around their waste. Hats on top of the sunny day. What struck me was  this. They were holding hands. Just standing there holding hands. Couldn’t help, but think the last time I was holding hands with someone.

Lets Play, Star Wars
It was with Angelo. He wanted to go play. Star Wars. When does he not want to play Star Wars. It was just that warmth and connection that I sometimes miss. Thought about Chris and Jewel’s wedding. I took a picture when they were holding hands. Right before putting on the wedding band. Couldn’t keep my eyes off their hands.

It made me think when times were rough and things were in turmoil. Holding hands made things right. There was girl, Glitter,  I barely knew. We would go out. We held hands at times. For sometime, I felt connected to this person, even though we barely knew each other. It was new and it was fun. What meant the most was not the talking and other stuff, it was just the holding hands. Made me feel. . .Not Alone.

Just Fantasy, Not the Real Thing
Sitting at Sapphire with Chris’s friends. I knew that the guys were in trouble when the dancers would hold the guys hand. They couldn’t help but feel connected.

Closing Cues
Made me think of my days in sales. I would ask the buying question. Wait for the other one to speak. Watched for their body to relax and I knew. It was done. Just a formality next. Thought of Chris's friends getting rubbed on and flirted with. Right when the dancers got the grip, the guys were done. It wasn’t the stroking of the hair. It was the hand on the thigh. It was the holding of hands. Closed. They never knew what hit them.

Wouldn’t hold hands with the dancers because I knew it would be artificial. When you have had the real thing, being in Love, certain things you do and don’t do. Mine is holding hands. 

When I saw, the couple, who has got to be in their 70, holding hands. It brought me Hope. It brought me a warm fuzzy. Watching them holding hands at such an advanced age made think. . .They got the right stuff. They got the real, genuine article. Can always fool yourself and others with the fake relationships. However, can't get away from knowing the genuine article. Once you found that, simply No contest.

With This Ring. . .
Well, if you read this, take some time and hold hands. Tell me if you get that same feeling.That feeling of connection. Feeling of Strength. Feeling of Connectedness. Feeling of Love.Okay, go do it.

Good bye, now.

Defriend? Raise, Call, Or Fold

Frenemies
Don’t know why this is bothering me. Like me, don’t like me. Sometimes not getting a response on Facebook bothers me. Social network. Personal effrontery. Or Just didn’t get the message. Frenemies. A no response or too much response can be a bit unsettling. Social Networking Etiquette on what to do and not to do.

One new relative said it best, “This is Facebook, not a diary.”

  

A recent  TV commercial on a phone camera has Facebook Application. A lady wanting to hook up with one her friends on Facebook. Later, she finds out his profile picture was one of done 10 years ago. Saw a preview of a new indie film gave the premise of a girl actually going to the different places around the country to actually meet her Facebook friends in person.

One older relative thought Facebook was a bunch of gossip. After some Relative Drama, I find out that this is somewhat true. One cousin was having stuff. They put the stuff on blast and things were not good for a bit. There is real-ness in honest emotions. One feels genuineness. Anger, sadness, jealousy, love.

However, one may not want their laundry out in the open. In recent newscast, there has much to do about Facebook privacy policy. Facebook has not been informing its users that they are broadcasting their business in the internet universe without permission. (Check your privacy parameters on Facebook) Imagine all the stuff you put out there on Facebook being Googled. Its out there. I Googled myself. Some true. Others, just twitter junk. One of many Facebook protest articles

Leap? With Or Without You 
Reminds of that phrase Computer maxim. Garbage In and Garbage Out. Makes one want to reconsider what friends they have on their Facebook account. Accept the friend request so as not to be rude. Can’t much blame people when they don’t accept requests.

Getting a bit indifferent with the Facebook stuff. Steve Nash, Los Phoenix Sun, all-star guard said it best. Do I take the stuff said to heart? Or do I let wash over me like a duck’s back. It pretty much forces one decide to care or not to care. 

Could do pre-emptive strike and defriend a person? Or one can be cordial and just not say anything? To each his own. Be out there and try to tame this monster. Be recluse. Insulate yourself in the internet universe. Both are prudent and well-thought out.  Had good and bad experiences in both.

The non-response. The No comment on the post written. The not accepted friendship request.  The defriended Facebook and the chance real encounter. Can't avoid it. They are related. We eat at the same family parties, but we defriended each other.How does one handle the social awkwardness? Go on Blast. Leave things unsaid. Avoid at all cost.

I’m torn by this. I have been defriended by a couple of people. I have defriended others. There is the Hope that things will turn. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Or maybe things hurtful things were said and the bell can't be unrung. Or is it the closure one needs. Saying to someone, I don’t want to play with you anymore has strength affirming effects.

Wrapped with uneasy thoughts, Why is this person not saying a thing? Was it intentional? Was it saying how important you are to the other person? Was it an accident?

Fairweather: Who's With Us?
Knowing each other by secondary relationship forces one to think of our own relationships. Don't want to be friends that aren't real. Don't want Fairweather friends. Watching for the wind to blow to see if they will be there or not. Live life under guise and false pleasantries. Or does one live straight talk. A delicate role. Don't want to live in either extremes.

Perhaps its like life on the internet universe. Living the life of an avatar. Makes one think of the thought experiment movies like Gamer and Surrogates. Makes one examine  what is the real you? Who are you? Are you the person on the Facebook with the different avatars. Or are you the person hanging out with family and friends? Are you the person living, working, playing? Or is that persona just a character your play?

Professional athletes, rock stars, and other celebriatti often use the third person when talking about themselves. Playing the role as manager I often had to don this hat of getting the job done. Other times, my role was that of the operator. A friend’s mother said it this way. Be a policy maker or a player. Be a coach, star, or role player. Its your choice.

Maybe it is a generational thing? Thought it was quite astute statement to read Jewel’s post to her hubby. This is FACEBOOK, NOT A DIARY. If you want stuff out there, then know that it may comeback to haunt you. If you chose to be a Hermit, and go in internet exile? Go. More power to you.

A Divided House Cannot Stand
I have just made peace people can find out whatever they want and if they want it badly enough. Moreover, whatever you put out in the universe, well, we all got to be accountable for whatever Judgment day comes. So live life with no regrets. Nothing to hide. Nothing to worry about. Well, that is my peace.

Guess, I will leave it to building Karma points. No physical harm. Feelings hurt a bit. Well, I could always defriend or I could ask why. Keep an open heart to those that are your frenemies. The stuff one is feeling could true or imagined. Maybe it is Poker: Raise, Call, or Fold. Two Feet In, Go For the Ride, Or Stop Playing. Well, that is 800+ words. Trust in the Universe. 

Life on a 3 by 5

Quidnunc--Hope to never lose this.

Love Happens. I know it does. My love for my Dad. My love for my brother. My love for my sister in law and the kids. My love for my Mom. My love for my family and friends. I know it happens and should not be rushed. My love for the Big Smile. My love for Em.

Catching a movie. Learning her dog will pass. It’s that kiss in the night with my Best Friend’s girl. It’s that First Love and that great Snow. It’s those candlelight massages.

Its Tina. Its Tiffany. Its Kitty. Its Magic. Its Biophille.

It’s that tug on my wrist as you say “Play With Me.” Its when you hum the Star Wars theme. It’s that time when you bring me a cookie for no reason, except just to give me a cookie.

Its that time seeing you being helicoptered away. Its when I flew in one a couple of days ago so I can talk to Angels, too.

Its when you tap dance and ask me to give me words for you to spell. Its when you study whale sounds and Chumash Indians.

It’s when you let me in when I have no family of my own. Its when knowing that you are out there. Its when I see pictures of your smile. Its when you have taken me to the Ambassador Hotel so I can go comic book hunting. It was when you had no Hate in your heart and I was jealous. It was when we shared our times together.

It is when you guys moved on. It is when we found each other again. Going our separate ways. It is when I know that you are out there and I know that I Love you and we have never really met.

I know Love Happens. It happens when child look up to parents. It happens when brother and sister accept each other just because they are brother and sister. It is shared moments with family and friends. It is when you meet your first love, your last love, your soul mate. It is the love of being an uncle. It is the love of family long gone. Its is lost friends found again. It is the love of the Big Smile. It is the Love that life you have lived will lead you to where you need to be.

Love Happens and I gotta still Believe.

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