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Ramble On - Or How I Get Through This Life
September 26th 2008 04:55
I, like many Americans, have been fascinated with American muscle cars. I’m not talking about wimpy fuel-efficient, stripped-down cars either. I am talking about my love affair with pony cars that make a lot of noise and generate a tremendous amount of sheer horsepower. Nothing is more beautiful to my ear than the growl of that big block engine at full throttle! They are big, loud, smell funny, and drink gas like a drunk in a vodka factory, but when you put it next to some modern wind up toy, there is no comparison.
From the time I can remember, my father, my uncles, and my granddad were always “Car guys”. Quite simply, they “got” old cars – they weren’t just the people, who bought them, but people who understood them, the people who worked on them, they truly loved cars. Hour after hour were spent working on and discussing old cars and talking about the intricacies of each make or model. We would pour through manuals, books, and magazines about old cars as we could. These guys didn’t get very much time off of work, so when they did we made sure to enjoy it. I didn't care too much about what we did; I just loved hanging out in the garage with the guys . I was hypnotized watching them perform "surgery" as well as resisutate cars that were generally thought to be "goners." The more I learned about old cars, the more I too became fascinated with them
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Today I mediated a settlement meeting between a retired couple. The couple were fighting over a storage shed located in the south end of the 15 acres they own. The husband had tricked it out by adding a toilet/shower combination, new ventilation system, a plasma television, a bed, and a mini fridge filled with beer. The husband explained that he was tired of his wife's nagging and would spend evenings down in the storage shed (after a "long hard day in the field). The wife was upset by how "it looked to the neighbors" especially since some of the neighbor men had "taken" to staying down there too and she was tired of the wives continuous phone calls looking for their husbands. The wife wanted to take the shed off the property.
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My younger sister has been in town for the last week helping me move my parents into their new townhome. We have spent many hours unpacking memories and rearranging my parent's new life.
She was struck with how totally different we are. How we react so differently to the same stimuli. She ventured that may be this a result of good old fashion birth order calculation. No one would dispute that birth order has a significant impact on personality development. Wiki birth order info
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Hey friends thanks for all the PMs wondering where I have been hiding. I have not been ignoring all of you .....just been busy (not that I did not think of each and every one of you every day) so I thought that I would write a proper blog post but got sidetracked by life.
So here is a quick update (yep that's right I have taken to blog slacking
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One of my favorite quotes is
Leonardo Da Vinci accomplished amazing things. Of course, back then, there were 24 hours in a day. --Anonymous
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Dance is the marriage of two things I love---being close with others and music. For me, dancing is the original “when soul meets body experience.” Dancing brings people together. Dancers have secrets, problems, and unknown lives. While dancing none of it matters. We can “send our representatives” to the dance floor. Even pained conversations can be distracted by a really good dance song. We can wait for someone to come along where there is not need to think about choreography, just movement that synchronizes naturally. For me.. a dance hall is the perfect venue. Where else can you get so close to a man and to so many men? Throughout my life I have been driven to dance well enough so I could intereact with all sorts of men…the handsomest, the most ordinary, the sexiest, the funniest, and many of them.
On the dance floor, dancers burn and shine so hot, no one can look at them for long. They are beautiful and dangerous, the drink and the music and the dance filling their bodies with an ecstasy that's fierce and combustible. It's a state of almost religious ecstasy. Or actually, religious ecstasy seems mundane compared to it. It's a state beyond even that--ecstasy with no definition, no guidelines, no bounds. If I could escape into it forever, I happily would
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Anything perfect is due to a series of happy mistakes
Thinking about the upcoming Orble Con reminded me of the challenges of blogging.....finding your "voice." Remember the first time you saw yourself on camera? There can sometimes be a disconnect between what we think of ourselves and how we are seen by others. Bloggers have a computer between themselves and their readers. Because we are "hidden", it’s easy to give in to the temptation to create a character that we aspire to be. But is that the real you? I have noticed that some bloggers write in their real voice, while others I am sure are faking it. Maybe they create a "character" because of a role he or she perceives their audience expects from their blog.
In addition, readers often create a "composite" of what their favorite blogger might look like, how he or she moves through their lives, or respond to others in daily interactions. Blogs give readers very little to go on. even when bloggers are totally genuine, we are all more than we appear in the little glimpses of ourselves we give in our posts
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When my son was a little boy, I would look at the absolutely precious person he was and could see how much he already knew. He seemed to be a soul in search of intelligence. As a kindergarten teacher I began to notice this in the other 5 years who were under my care. It reminded me that although adults seem to know so much more than children do, it is the children who can see the beauty of their world, the children who can tune into glorious fantasy at a second's notice, the children who express their absolute dependence and pure will, and the children who are always conscious of death, God, angels, and the necessity of loving others.
Knowledge is not always the adding on of information and skill; sometimes it involves the loss of both. Knowledge is not always a matter of becoming smart and intelligent; it could be the discovery of one's foolishness and ignorance. Knowledge may have little or nothing to do with IQ; there's an intelligence in touch, smell, movement, play, and feeling. All of us, and I place myself at the top of the list, might be well advised to exchange all that we think we know for what we don't know and begin to discover that the world is in the words of Keats, the the soul's school
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Good Lord they are at it again! Get the catcher's mitt....Michelle Duggar is pregnant . This will be child number 18. Link to MSN article. Last year I reported on the impending birth of child number 17 Link to post. She gave birth last September to the newest J named child (Jennifer). It is May and she is due in 7 months. I am surprised that the Duggar children all let out a collective "Oh f#*k! Not another one for us to raise!"
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I was feeling a bit Proust and I came across this
The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
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