Thursday, October 31, 2013

e e cummings wasn't spanked enough as a child

Why would you express a sentiment this beautiful without the proper use of capitalization or spacing?:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Still a nice poem, despite the formatting defect, though.

UPDATE (per Anonymiss's suggestion):

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Good Times...

Via Quent Cordair Fine Art (NSFW, some artistic nudity)


Michael Wilkinson's "Touchstone"

I remember the last time a woman looked at me like that...

Monday, October 28, 2013

Tesh Is Entertaining, But...

The guy's kind of a carnival barker. He's a little slippery, a little sensationalistic.

Oh, sure, he tosses out facts & statistics, but his conclusions have an unwarranted, National Enquirer-esque feel to them

Like this one on "cheaters". Here's the pivot point where he jumps to conclusions:
So, the real question is: Why do people keep falling for cheaters? After all, alleged cheaters like Ashton Kutcher, Jesse James, and John Edwards seem to have no trouble attracting new girlfriends - even after being "outed" in public.

Kirshenbaum says it boils down to the fact that cheaters are masters of flattery.

She says cheaters use flattery to convince you that you're someone special, and that they'll be different with you.

I've said a lot of nice things to a lot of people over the years on this blog. Obviously I'm some sort of serial cheater. I mean, I couldn't possibly be giving sincere compliments to deserving people because I'm kind, right?

*eye roll*

Nothing personal against Tesh. His job is to keep ears glued to the radio. He's good at it. But the way he does it kinda reminds me of this:



Take anything this man says with a HUGE grain of salt. Odds are, he's not really talking about you, he's just phrasing it so it sounds that way.

Upside, Downside

Love my job. Pay's good, and the commute's even better, i.e. walking around the corner from my bedroom to my office.

The only bad part - no weekdays off. Ever. Not even holidays.

Which kinda stinks sometimes.

I can definitely think of somewhere I'd rather be than home by myself on Thanksgiving day this year.

Ah well, that's show biz, I guess.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Best Weekend in a Long, Long Time

I've got a lot of nieces & nephews (7 brothers & sisters will do that to a fella), but I do have a favorite - that's my sister's boy Michael. Since I was the youngest of the family, it ended up that he's only about 10 years younger than me.

We're very much alike, him and I. And we're very close, despite the fact that he lives about 300 miles away. He's one of a very small handful of people I feel comfortable talking to about ANYTHING.

As luck would have it, he married Sarah, who also numbers among that very small handful.

They also have a son, Derrick, who is a little too young (12) for me to talk to about a lot of stuff, but he's practically a clone of his father, and I'm very proud of the way he's turned out so far.

Anyway, I didn't get to visit them last year, because I was too busy getting divorced.

This weekend, I made the drive up.

I can't begin to describe how awesome it feels to spend a couple days surrounded by people who love me unconditionally.

So while I was there, I had the chance to talk to them a LOT. Mostly about my divorce. I filled them in on the details of which they were unaware, and I also reassured them that while I was sad that my marriage ended, I did not consider it tragic, and I was happy and healthy, and eager to move on with my life.

And... I also got to tell them something I hadn't shared with anyone else because - on the face of it - it kinda sounds more than a little insane.

It's a sort of offbeat idea that occurred to me about 3 months after my divorce. It's a plan I've been kicking around in my head (and working on in the real world) for about 7 months now.

So, after telling them that I was probably crazy for thinking this, I told them my plan in one sentence, followed by "that's the short version. I can either tell you the long version and try to explain why I'm NOT insane, or you can just say 'Huh. Uncle Harvey's insane now. That's nice. Wanna go watch something on Netflix?' I'm good either way."

The dear, sweet people chose the former.

So I spent a couple hours explaining in detail what I'd been doing for the last 7 months, and how I thought this plan could work. They asked me a bunch of questions, did their best to wrap their heads around it, and offered their best advice.

Their opinions can be fairly summed up by a couple quotes:

Michael: "Harvey, I've known you for a LONG time... you don't do insane things. If you think this could work, I say go for it".

Sarah: "Yup. The worst thing that could happen is that you'll find something out about yourself."

So, with their love and support in hand, I will venture forward with this insane plan of mine.

As to what it is... well... maybe I'll blog about it after I can figure out a way to explain it in one sentence without sounding like an utter loon.

Wish me luck.

(Special note to my baking coach - the 3 dozen Cowboy Cookies I brought up for them were a big hit, and were half gone before I left. Thanks for helping me get the recipe dialed in)

If You Need This, You Also Need a 12-Step Program for Your Smores Addiction

[Via Dude!!! I Want That..., available from Amazon]

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Friday, October 25, 2013

Garbage and Despair

I like where I live.

I don't like the trash pickup service.

I've lived in places where the attitude was basically "if you can get it to the curb, we'll haul it away."

Not so here, where the attitude is "if your refuse fits our guidelines and we just happen to be in the mood, it may or may not be here after we roll on."

Ever try to throw away a trash can?

Yeah... THAT'S not happening.

Got branches? Haul 'em down to the approved city branch disposal area yourself. Hope you don't get your truck stuck in the mud in the process.

So I'm stuck with this blue plastic space-consuming monstrosity and dead tree parts.

Anyway, I'm out of town this weekend, so I'll just put the dead tree parts inside the blue plastic space-consuming monstrosity. If anyone's feeling thefty, please stop by & steal them both.

Oh, and there's a ladder out back by the patio door.

Please use that to climb on the roof and steal my DishNetwork dish. It's been disconnected for years. They didn't take it down because they wanted to make it easy to come crawling back to them. And now it's fallen over and is hanging by one bolt.

*grumble*

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Renewal

Looks like the fall weather finally caught up with my geraniums, they're all curled up and sad now:



The house seems a little less lively without them.

I miss their bright, cheery colors.

But it's a change of season, and that's not a bad thing, just different. Each season has its own rewards.

Still, I think ahead to when conditions will return to support these beautiful flowers, and I can't help looking forward to the day when they can brighten my house again.

Focus Forward

Feeling a little philosophical today. Found this buried in my bookmarks and it seemed like good advice:
Reality is neutral, it is nothing but a blank void. It's our focus that creates the path ahead.

Remember the scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade when Indy has to solve the final riddle to get to the Holy Grail? He's standing at the edge of a cliff, no clear solution in sight, and he sucks in a deep breath and takes a full step out. What happens? Instead of falling into nothingness, he steps onto a bridge - one that only appeared if the step was taken.

I want to take this metaphor further. Imagine being on the edge of the cliff, you step out, and wherever you step, is the direction you go. That's what our focus is. In the blank void it literally creates the step in front of us. Up, down, left, right, diagonal, moment by moment.

You focus on the positive, that's the next step. You focus on the negative, that's the next step. Step by step by step, we create the paths of our lives.

If you think about it, that's pretty much the only control we have - what we focus on.

But first, choose a goal.

Decide where you want to end up.

Memorize it. Etch it into your heart.

Eat it, sleep it, breathe it, live it.

And don't forget to ask for help along the way from those you trust.

After that, the path almost makes itself.

Where do you want to go?

For Those Tottery Days

Some days I just feel like I've got 10,000 things to do and only two hands to do them with.

Wish my computer had one of these:



Ideally, pressing this button would call in 4,999 other pairs of hands.

Or at least 1 other pair that knew what they were doing.

Some days MY hands don't even know what they're doing.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Note to Every Single Cable & Network News Website Everywhere

Stop it with the "autoplay" setting on your videos.

Seriously. Just stop it.

I live alone and hearing voices out of nowhere kinda freaks me out.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

How to Open a Bag of Chips

Brilliantly simple, yet so clever and functional. An elegant solution to the "reaching into a bag of chips without getting flavor-dust all over your hands" problem that I'd never even realized was solvable:


[YouTube direct link] (Viewer #967,045)

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Yeah, It's Spam, But I Love the Sentiment

Something got caught in my spam filter.

The English is a bit mangled, and the person leaving it wasn't sincere, but I nevertheless find the passage charming, because I've known people who've made me feel this way:
You could certainly see your skills in the paintings you write. The sector hopes for more passionate writers like you who aren't afraid to say how they believe. All the time go after your heart.

Thank you, passionate writers, you've made this sector very happy.

Friday, October 11, 2013

It's Dumb Because Kids Have Amazing Recuperative Powers

From Postal News:

Linn's Stamp News reports that the US Postal Service will destroy the entire press run of a stamp series aimed at getting children to be more active. According to Linn's reporter Bill McAllister, three of the stamps in the fifteen stamp series raised safety concerns among sports figures on the President's Council on Fitness, Sports & Nutrition. The stamps in question depicted children performing a cannonball dive, skateboarding without kneepads, and doing a headstand without a helmet.

Since when does gymnastics require safety equipment?

Also, when did a cannonball dive become dangerous?

Meanwhile, back in May of this year:

Monday, October 7, 2013

This Looks Strangely Plausible

Via There, I Fixed It



Dryer sheet stuffed in the air vent. I might actually give this a shot.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Choose Your Weapon



Yes, I confess, I have done this.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Don't Get It

I'm seeing a lot of mockery & outrage because Joe Biden showed the cover of a top secret document to a bunch of reporters.

Um... that's why top secret documents HAVE covers.

Don't get me wrong, I still think Joe Biden is a blithering idiot, but in this case, he didn't do any harm, so I'm not going to bust his chops over it.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013