TAGS, TAGS, TAGS, I NEED TAGS.

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TAGS, TAGS, TAGS, I NEED TAGS.

Good morning reader. You are probably reading this post over coffee and toast, and I am slowly becoming aware that my Nietzsche-esque dream has no ending. My thoughts are about how to greet the day and how this process may fuel my thoughts for the duration.

If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile (one day or more) you have read my thoughts on How vs. What, on Evidence vs. Proof, Process vs. Prejudice, Love vs. Need. These are the basic ideas that occupy my mind when the morning sounds begin to attract my attention; the quail snooping around the patio outside the bedroom door for the crumbs that may have dropped from last night’s muffin, the peacock from my neighbor’s yard or the classical music station which has been on for several minutes. When I first awoke it was to recorded jungle sounds, a greeting from Eden to start the day.

Upsy daisy, feet on the floor, take the blood pressure, record the results, grab the meds on the nightstand, gulp them down with the apple juice sitting on the bedside table. Jeans and tee-shirt. Clip the nose hairs and nails and off to the corner drugstore for the morning paper. I go to CVS because they don’t charge sales tax on the daily news. I also go for the morning socialization. Everyone there knows me as Lee the Writer and that I will be back in four hours for a look at the sale items of the day before I place my Nike clad feet on the canal bank for my daily run.

I get that paper for any number of reasons, none of which is to learn what’s new, though on rare occasions I do get a surprise. I buy the paper for two purposes; it is small and by virtue of its condensed size, the perfect format for affirming and reminding one of the bits and pieces of news gathered on the internet the night before. And…….it has crossword puzzles.

Preparing for Breakfast and doing the daily puzzle are a combined activity. In between word/definition matches I reach for my bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal prepared with walnuts, honey and fruit and then back to the job at hand. All perfectly natural, don’tcha think?

Crossword puzzles are created for a variety of reasons. I am attracted only to the United Feature Syndicate crossword; reason being it is less a crossword than a daily set of clues about what’s happening in the world, what we should be paying attention to, who wants to be noticed and keywords for Googling one’s way though the day. After spending thirty minutes seeking linguistic and ideological solutions I now know that “dour” does not rhyme with “sour” and that someone wants us to know that words like Emir and Iran and Nuclear and Syria and yes, Russia require our attention. Oreo is still competing with Hydrox. We’ve been given a small lesson in the important languages of the day and “gnat” and “natty” are still a part of everyday vocabulary.

A hundred twenty or so words are now vying for my attention to become tags in today’s work. And having completed four hours of writing there will be two hours of exercise, one hour at the dinner table, I will dress for evening coffee with other writers and conversationalists and rather than continue the day in grubby jeans and black tee , I polish a pair of black Cole Hahns; on with the clean jeans and Savile Row  dress shirt; slide into a natty black velvet sport coat, grab a couple of Oreos on my way out the door and think about the TED talk that I watched earlier in the day.

Dinner with my pals is not complicated by my natural introverted manner for I have keywords and I can pose as an extrovert for the evening. (What will I think of myself in the morning?) Even worse; I’m booked for an extrovert party on Sunday. This particular event is being billed as a Superbowl potluck. Tags, tags, tags, I need tags.

 

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THE GIFT OF FEAR

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THE GIFT OF FEAR

I spend way too much time talking about overcoming FEAR.

I suffer from the FEAR of never having enough.

What I am learning is…

FEAR is a gift.

FEAR teaches us to search for SAFETY.

FEAR teaches us to BE STRONG, to BE COMPLIANT, to be PERFECT.

FEAR motivates us to compete; as we play games we not only have fun but we acquire and hone the skills necessary for protecting those sources of SAFETY, our families, our institutions of learning, our jobs. It is in these places of SAFETY that we discover the second of life’s great gifts, The GIFT of LOVE.

And so…

FEAR teaches us COURAGE.

FEAR teaches us FAITH.

FEAR  teaches us to PROTECT each other.

LOVE on the other hand, makes all this perfectionism unnecessary.

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SOMETIMES ITS GOOD TO BE SILLY

 

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SOMETIMES ITS GOOD TO BE SILLY

I am certain there is too much certainty in the world.
Michael Chrichton
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Sometimes its good to be silly.
Mother Broom.

They say I am colorblind.
Mother Gettings.

 

I believe that we should believe less……………….and discover more.

I believe that blue is blue. Mother saw it as green.

I believe that I was alive yesterday. Can I prove it?

Can I learn from it?

I believe that if blue-birds were large enough, there would be no humans.

What can I learn from that? That some people have never seen a blue bird? Certainly if the statement were true, then it would also be true at least, that no living person had ever seen a bluebird.

And then, perhaps there are no blue-birds. Perhaps they really are green. I think I’ll eat a bean.

Will that be a green bean? Or a blue one? (I’d eat the bird but I’m a vegan.) Perhaps someday there will be a bird-tree. (What color will it be?)

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A SIX PACK, A HAMMER AND A CHURCH KEY PLEASE

 

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A SIX PACK, A HAMMER AND A CHURCH KEY PLEASE

It is said that it is easier to break an empty bottle of beer than a sealed one.

It is also said that it is easier to break anything than to fix it, unless that thing is an undesired habit or a relationship.

Is it any consolation to realize that when a thing is made by man, that something was first destroyed?

Whatever we make of ourselves requires raw materials, desire and a whole lotta Love.

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A FEW OF MY FAVORITE BOOKS

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A FEW OF MY FAVORITE BOOKS

EINSTEIN The Life and Times by Ronald W. Clark.

Meister Eckhart TEACHER AND PREACHER edited by Bernard McGinn

THE MUMMY CONGRESS by Heather Pringle

SPARKS of GENIUS by ROBERT AND MICHELE ROOT-BERNSTEIN

THE GOD PARTICLE BY LEON LEDERMAN WITH DICK TERESI

REFLECTIONS FROM THE SHINING BROW by KAMAL AMIN

THE PORTABLE VOLTAIRE edited by BEN RAY REDMAN

MY HOPE FOR PEACE by Jehan Sadat

AN INTRODUCTION TO LANGUAGE by Victoria Fromkin and Robert Rodman

WISDOM of the AGES by Wayne W. Dyer. This is a very useful book. each chapter begins with a quote from a famous thinker from history following with insightful comments.

THE LOST CIVILIZATIONS OF THE STONE AGE
by Richard Rudgely

100 GREAT OPERAS by Henry W. Simon

YOUTUBE FOR BUSINESS by Michael Miller

BECOMING A PERSON OF INFLUENCE  by John C Maxwell and Jim Dornan.

GÖDEL, ESCHER, BACH: an eternal golden braid. Douglas R. Hofstadter

EXCURSIONS: Essays for all Seasons by KAMAL AMIN.
I’ve known this man since 1977. A close friend, a brilliant thinker, Kamal is in demand as a public speaker at home and abroad.

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A FRIEND OF MINE

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A FRIEND OF MINE

A friend of mine is a cloistered friend so how did this come to be?
Perhaps  because of the ache in her heart for…
A love who could never be.

(Perhaps her dad was the key.)

Her papa did drink from dawn to dusk from the time she was a girl.
He spent prime time aguzzlin’ gin as he…
gave the worl’ a whorl.

(So what does this mean to me?)

I was a Papa, indeed I was and a Great-great, now that I am.
And all of my children are beautiful now…
that I finally give a damn.

(So why do I feel so free?)

I could have been her Papa if not for a friend of a friend
Who shared about turning it over and…
How to make healing amends.

(So what does this mean to thee?)

That’s it, Dear Friend…
My name is Lee…
A very grateful Recoveree…
a Recovering Orphan of the Big Hazee
(immeasurably gratefully is he.)

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