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Sunday, July 25, 2010

Eagles - Hotel California Live - intro to the Hell Freezes over tour


The last of my friends who checked in back in the 60's and 70's is approaching that time when he has to check out. His room in the hotel is clean these days, but he has to stay there, and every day is another day keeping it that way. At least he got this far: the first to go used lsd wings from the 20-something-th floor of the Hilbrow Ponte building which was new then and a fable to consumerism, snorting, sniffing, puffing and patches.

This is a very smooth version of the song: acoustical: it had a much harder edge back in the late 70's when it came out. Compare it to the older, edgier, version  which is also live but showcases the great hard guitar solo in its original intent. I have a soft spot for the acoustic version, but its the raw rock of the original that still lights the fire in my belly and the anger behind my eyes.

The light passes, but for some the candle flickers in a bare hotel room in an endless darkness of waiting

Lyrics here for those who want to dwell on them for a while

Saturday, July 24, 2010

The difference between caring and just remembering

We used to send cards on birthdays and anniversaries because we wanted to show that we remembered.

These days, Facebook, eCards, etc etc, have made it all rather trivial. Can you be sure if you've really been remembered? Its just as likely to be the automated memory of Facebook (yet, yet ... note to my Facebook friends below :)). Anyone can do it, and everyone does. And we reply to all “Hey, thanks to everyone for remembering my <choose the occasion> it was really cool I love you all smiley face” Sheesh, the thanks can be as shallow as the remembering!

So these days going out and buying the card and putting your name to it lifts it from the “oh, yeah, click the button” to something that is a genuine "act of remembering". The act of buying is part of the act of remembering.

Home made cards and invitations ~ they hold a special place in the heart, don't you think?
Here is the true difference between remembering and caring. Its a truism that over time people forget what you said back in the day, they forget what you did at the time; but they never forget how you made them feel. Hand written and drawn cards make you feel special, and while the message inside is soon forgotten, the feeling of belonging in someone's heart endures.

Which finally brings me to this card: This birthday, as in so many before: I really did feel special :)
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yet ... yet .. note to my Facebook friends ...

I love it that you post greetings on my wall, on birthdays and other special days ..
I love answering, I love it that sometimes we catch up and get together again ..
or maybe just reconnect .. that long distance recollection of what was, and might be again.
So don't stop doing it, because I won't either, this annual reaching and out touching across the virtual world is important, in its own, special way :)
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Sad tale of the sexes


between the neck and knee, she's as sweet as can be
between her hip and her thigh, a girl's always spry
between belly and breast, its as smooth as the best

but

a man of an age, taken overall 
he's less rise and more fall
he's her ultimate downfall


Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Unchanging Rules of the Computer

The Unnamed Mimeo Sheet Laws

1. It will not work the first time.
2. It probably will not work on the second attempt.
3. Immediately after you walk away from the printer, the paper will jam.
4. If you fail to back up your disk, something will destroy the file.
5. All software contains a bug, which you will discover at the least opportune moment.
Corollary:  It's not a bug, it's an undocumented feature.
6.Computers are not really smart. They're fast.

The Computer Programming Laws

1. Any given program, when running, is obsolete.
2. Any given program costs more and takes longer.
3. If a program is useful, it will have to be changed.
4. If a program is useless, it will have to be documented.
5. Any given program will expand to fill all available memory.
6. The value of a program is proportional to the weight of its output.
7. Program complexity grows until it exceeds the capability of the programmer who must maintain it.

Farmer's Almanac Computer Maxim

To err is human, but to really foul things up requires a computer.

Lubarsky's Law of Cybernetic Entomology

There's always one more bug.



Sunday, July 11, 2010

Don’t mind me, I’m just taking up the strain


Don’t mind me
I'm just taking up the strain
Pulling on the rope
dragging on the chain

Don’t wait for me
If you feel you must move on
when the burden’s over
I’ll follow where I can

Too late to be your first
perhaps I’ll be your last
I'm struggling you see
to make the Past be past

I started on this race
without gathering up my strength
I started off the pace
without knowing it’s real length

though the path that I now follow
was made in light of you
There is no obligation
You have your burdens too

We all walk on life’s highway
We all go through its gate
It is no fault of ours
If some arrive too late

Sometimes my strength is waning
I fear the coming trial
I keep my hopes before me
to win the final mile

And whether, Dearest dearest
I fail or pull it through
this: the final test -
holds pain and pleasure too




Saturday, July 10, 2010

Twittering away the first half of 2010

from the inane ramblings of my muddled mind ... here are some of the words that escaped the filter between my mouth and my brain ...


 hehe

  • Far, far worse than the man who forgets to put the toilet seat down is the one who does not put it up
  • Birthdays: The only day of the year when everyone congratulates you for just hanging in and staying alive 
  • Birthday thought ... never finished anything ... except chocolate, wine and this piece of cake 
  • Every girl's lament: "Boozy woozy oozy floozy  ... Late again”
  • I'm never right. Except when I'm wrong
  • Moderation in everything - except sex, food, fast cars and women 
  • Women and the Hotel California: you can check in, but you can never leave
  • A bird in the hand wants to go to the movies
Work

  • Remembering JJJ, who taught me that Personal Values rate higher than Corporate Milestones: but you better know who to be honest with
  • Ignorance is bliss: its amazing how important it is for a manager to be in a state of bliss …
  • Submarining: The illusion of playing by Management's rules while silently playing by your own 
Life

  • The point about forgiveness is that if the act of contrition is real and sufficient, then god carries the past-you no longer have to
  • To let go of things - give them away; of people - forgive them and burn their photos; of places - celebrate the new
  • In the comings and goings of my money, I know my friends because they never took any ... I know the cronies because they did
  • The tears of a mother are an endless river that flow from year to year
  • What's said on an aircraft should never leave the cabin
  • You call on a mentor when you have the need to, You call on a friend because you need to
  • When I deny you, disappoint you, your pain is now. My moment of weakness I relive daily, my lack of strength is a marathon of guilt
  • To win a woman's heart, there comes a time when you must risk losing her
Deep

  • Words represent thoughts - that much is obvious - but what translates thoughts? 
  • At the back of the mirror lies the other side of my psyche
  • 10 minutes. Sometimes 10 minutes is not 10 minutes. It can stretch and shrink. It just depends on the moment
  • Zen moment: Am I just the passageway for the receptacle known as me?
  • Think of the time between now and when the sun goes down -so many hours, so little time
  • What if my mother was right? 

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Honey pots and horses

Bee and lavander
How far from the honey pot will you fly little bee ?
How far walks the horse from the hay ?

Too soon your light wings will grow tired of me
as the horse, it soon loses its way.

So let us remember this lesson -
Let us keep it before us tonight :

To seek that right distance between us,
and keep it forever just right.

Image via Wikipedia
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Thursday, July 1, 2010

My Grandmother Said ... About Heaven and Hell, and souls as light as a feather

Stairway to Heaven
Grandparents are good with analogies
They have a way of explaining stuff - life, the universe and everything stuff - in a way that sticks with you for most of your life. Maybe its because they have had so many experiences, and also learned from others, and they have picked up the art of telling stories too, so these things together make it really easy to paint a picture that just makes sense.

So there we were, little people of 5, or 6, or 7, just back from Sunday School, and we are asking that age old question: "What happens when you die, Granny, how will we get to Heaven? Is it scary?"

So she tells us that Hell is like a big tall building with a fire escape on the side, and doors to go into each of the levels. Only, the building goes down into the ground, not up into the sky. And right at the bottom of the bottomest part, there is the door into the WORST part of hell, and as you go up the stairs to the next levels each level is a bit milder until you are as close to Heaven as a sinner can be, without quite getting there,

Got that picture in your mind?
Good.
Stairs all the way from the bottom to the top, and if you start at the bottom, why you can walk all the way to the top and go into any of the Chambers on the way up.
Only that would be rather silly, don't you think?
You'd want to just carry on going up, and go straight to Heaven, That would make MUCH more sense.

When you die, you find yourself down there in the depths of Hell, right at the bottom of the deepest pit.
Looking up, you can see the steps stretching all the way to the top, and the Shining Light of Heaven is there, clearly visible and waiting for you.

Wet Feather Floating in the Sky
"Your body is heavy, but your Soul is as light as a feather" - that's what my Grandmother said.
And when a little baby or an innocent child dies, well, it doesn't have to do any climbing at all.
The heavy body is left behind, and that soul it just floats up and up and up all the way to the top like a feather on a breeze and before you know it the soul is safe in Heaven, no problem.

Now, what about the rest of us?
Well, when you are born, God gives you an invisible bucket.
It's quite light, and very strong.
Every time that you do something wrong, or tell a lie, or worse, God puts a pebble into your bucket.
Sometimes its a big stone, for really bad things (like stealing someones lunch at school, or being a bully) or maybe just a grain of sand for a really small thing, like stealing your sister's cookie when she wasn't looking... and another one for blaming Mr nobody for doing it. REALLY bad things - well you could end up with a whole lot of ROCKS in your bucket!

What happens if your bucket gets full. Well IF your bucket gets full, why then God is quite happy to give you another one. And another, and another, like that until one day you die and guess what?
You find yourself down there at the bottom of that bottomless pit, with nothing but a a staircase, the distant light of heaven, and all those buckets of sand and stone and rocks. Maybe even some BOULDERS if you have done some really HORRIBLE things. Lets not go there.

Here's what you have to do.
You have to carry those buckets, each and every one of them, from the bottom all the way to the top.
From Landing to Landing, past door after after door, you must make your way to the top.

"What happens if you grow tired, Granny, and the buckets are too heavy, and you just can't go another step further?"
Ahh Children, that's the thing.
You see, you have found your place of judgement, and you must go through the door on that landing, and go into the Hell that you have made for yourself, and wait and hope for Gods mercy on the day of Judgement.

"and is there any way to empty the buckets before you die?"
Well that's the cool thing about God.
For every act of Kindness, 
for every Good Deed,
For every time that you truly seek forgiveness (and stop doing that thing again!) -
For every one of those,

God takes out a whole handful of sand and stones and Rocks and pebbles.
And you must never forget, she said, that the suffering of the poor and the downtrodden is the greater because it seems never ending ~ so the handful is bigger there than elsewhere.

So the lesson is this - you can lighten the load easily - simply by being kind, seeking forgiveness, and doing the right thing always:

Because while bodies are heavy, souls are as light as a feather, and all you have to do to get Heaven is to keep your buckets empty, and then, well you will just float up as easy as can be.

Images of staircase by nouQraz and feather by Caro's Lines via Flickr
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