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Devil by Deed

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

April 25, 2003

I was taught very long ago about wine.

It has everything to do with combining the taste of
food & a wines characteristic (liquid mixed).

It reminds me of an even earlier time when I was told
(never heeded) to thoroughly chew my food.

Back to the present.

On my trip, I listened to an audiobook about cooling
the flames of Anger.

It talked about mindfulness in the things we do.
Breathing
Eating / Chewing
Walking

How we really need less food than we consume.

A working theory: if we chew until solid food become
liquid-ious; it is easier to digest - we get full
(while chewing for so long); and the process of
chewing allows our body (stomach acids) to do less
work (digesting food).

Zen / Silence / Letting the game (life) come to me.

Slowing down / My Burning Out.

Embracing Change / Danger

posted by He  # 11:36 AM

Friday, July 04, 2003

Independance Day

ak,

Our relation is strained.

I have known for the longest time it only takes being able to identify with a singular thing to see the beauty in a culture, idea or another person.

There are so many things.

Your heritage, you’re like my baby sister and I truly believed when you agreed to help me in my Family-life . . . it was
The stepping stone.

But Nada.

The impression of my baby sister / the other side of it is that I do not fully trust her either (sorry darling).

Something is not right.

I do trust you as a colleague.
I do believe in your abilities.

I do not mean to be mean.
I do not blame you.
I do not want to discuss this because already in this way I feel betrayed.

** for a person who lives analytically I do trust my instincts a whole lot.


The irony.

Currently reading, In Search of Zarathrustra: the First Prophet and the Ideas that Changed the World by Paul Kriwaczek

- - Nietzsche - - his sister’s (Elizabeth) betrayal - - Mein Kampf - - Holocaust

. . . and you are part German too.

posted by He  # 9:07 AM

Thursday, July 03, 2003

Speechless

I am at a loss for words.

It is not that I’ve nothing to say; I do not trust those that know this part of my life.

It’s my fault.

Now, I sit here wanting to write . . . needing to express myself . . . yet, I censor my feelings.

Something safe . . . for now.


I just finished Illuminati by Larry Burkett. A fictional story about a secret society that gains the presidency of the US.

With some not so implausible maneuvering, false threat of terror(ism) and in troubled times the nation falls into a state of Martial Law.

A cashless society (to control the people).

Basically Pre-WWII Germany but without the possibility of Allied forces.

The society wanted to rid the world of religious sects.

Happy Ending, sort of. . . . Oh well, not so safe.

posted by He  # 4:14 AM

Friday, June 27, 2003

Another week of home packed salads for lunch and a package of hot dogs for dinner (I allow myself two).

Eating alone.

I chose this because it allows me to announce to my superiors that if life at the office becomes unreasonable I will hand them my resignation; learn to clean toilets & mop floors as a custodial engineer.

They do not see the humor.

He too understands that value of objects and possessions;
what greater possession than it is to ‘own’ someone else’s fate?

To understand how to control an individual as you would your own being (another dilemma).

That is why you cannot judge a person by the clothes they wear and the things they own;
it does not define their character / class / credentials.


When I dress to work; I work.
When I dress to party; I party.

When I am dressed to work defines my demeanor; it makes me demure but rarely demur.

posted by He  # 10:04 AM

Tuesday, June 24, 2003

I want to talk about role – playing.

It was evident during the NBA finals that a team with players that understood their role won championships. Steve Kerr exemplifies a role – player. Grahame Lloyd did for the champion NY Yankees in the late 90’s.

For whatever reason, I am exposed to a lot of parents / coaches / teachers. Speaking, well mostly listening to them reminded me of a lesson from "Leadership for Dummies" by Marshall Loeb.
The author wrote about how many coaches do not teach players to understand and accept the importance of their role / basic skills.

Everyone wants to be a superstar.

I must sound like a hypocrite because I am always preaching about developing one-self.

“In most sports, it is better to master one skill than to unsuccessfully attempt multiple skills.”

However.

“You want your team members to concentrate on mastering their own skills, but you also want them to learn how to help their teammates . . .”

Fulfilling your role on the team (corporate, family, universe)

It is what James Redfield wrote about in his "Celestine Prophecy".
It is what Stanley Bing described in "Throwing the Elephant: Zen and the Art of Managing Up".

Style.
Substance.
The Way.

** yes, I should have started keeping a journal sooner. Oh well!

posted by He  # 4:56 AM

Friday, June 20, 2003

Last week I was talking with Ollie about exercising to the point of exhaustion.
Pushing the body to newer plateaus.

I tore my ACL three years ago.
Learned to swim at Stevens.
Had surgery.

Then there was that time; around the time of my birthday. When I lost Cristina M..

The weekend around midnight, I snuck into the pool at the gym in the dark. My goal was 200 laps. I must been about ninety when I consciously made the decision to Stop. I knew proceeding meant I was not going to leave that night.

Along the way / In that time, I was able to put into word why / how much I adore this girl. This girl almost a decade my junior. This girl I was willing to forsake everyone else for in my life.

Had Oral surgery – bled a lot – passed out twice.
Gotten into numerous accidents.
More running around.

The mind / body heals - up to a certain point.

Had I pushed too far?

posted by He  # 6:55 AM

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

“ . . . the paradigm of loneliness comes not in the absence of others
but in the presence of other people to whom one’s own way of thinking and feeling seems alien.
It is with people who haven’t a clue what you are on about,
as you tentatively reveal your special pleasures, hopes and fears,
that the burden of being alone is felt.”

- "Conditions of Love: the philosophy of Intimacy" by John Armstrong.


Before spending time on travel with my co-worker, I was content (traveling alone).



posted by He  # 3:01 PM

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