“One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.
You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister. Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.
Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.
Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.
Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.”
I know that many think I am just an old rock and roll guy and in most cases you would be right. But many time when the house is empty I will turn on the TV and listen to smooth jazz on channel 851!
Another reason to have Direct TV is they offer music, all styles, and it is quite enjoyable. It is especially nice when the doors and windows are open, a nice breeze stirs the inside air and I am relaxing on the couch. It allows me to drift away to another time and place.
Previously, I had been in homes that had music playing like that and had quite frankly been rather envious. And now it's all mine. Because it plays more or less in the background there is no changing the channel because a song that comes on is annoying, like in a car. Do I still crank up the rock and roll? Yes I do, and will forever!
But for now, let me lay back
coffee in hand
"The study of male sexuality really should have ended in 1989. That year psychologists Russell Clark and Elaine Hatfield reported the results of a social experiment conducted on the campus of Florida State University. For the study they recruited young women to approach male students at random and have a brief conversation. Average-looking women, mind you—"moderately attractive," even "slightly unattractive"—in casual clothes. No supermodels; no stilettos; no bare midriffs. It was important that the young man remain coherent. The ladies all told their guy they'd seen him around campus. They said they found him very attractive. Then some asked their man on a date. Some asked him to come over that night. And some asked him, point blank, to go to bed.
Cue the incoherence. Nearly 70 percent of men agreed to visit the lady's apartment, and 75 percent accepted the sexual proposition. At least one man asked why wait until the night. Another checked his mental calendar and said he couldn't today but what about tomorrow. Another who refused on account of being married apologized for having to refuse on account of being married. Meanwhile just half the men agreed to go out sometime. Extrapolating the finding to the real world means that on any given first date, the man would sooner sleep with the hostess than dine with his companion.
The study seemed to confirm every stereotype anyone ever held about what men want (for the purposes of this article, what heterosexual men want). We want women. Now, please—although tonight will do. At worst tomorrow. We want them like that old Army poster with the finger pointing outward. We want you. We want you like we're all Uncle Sam, and dammit if the Germans aren't at it again. Pack up the lab equipment, please, shut off the lights, and move on to more important behavioral studies. Like finding out who drinks "lots of pulp" Tropicana.
But the research did not stop there. What psychologists discovered is that underneath the simplicity, we men can be surprisingly complicated. We want women, yes, and we want sex. But we don't always want a slender frame and sharp curves. Sometimes we want a good personality. And a good romantic comedy. And to cuddle. This is laboratory science talking—not Hallmark or four martinis. And our motives for sex have diversified (as have women's)—a reality Hatfield now calls "one of our planet's most important new developments." We want sex, but sometimes we want it to enhance the emotional relationship. We want to say "I love you" before you do, some of us; we want to race you to love, and win. We want to love you so much that when we see a pretty face we think it's less pretty than we would if we didn't love you.
It doesn't take a psychologist to know what men want. But give a whole lot of them a whole lot of time and you begin to understand the considerable nuance that governs what men want. Some people like pulp in their orange juice, after all.
The Body: Often while walking the streets of Manhattan I adjust both the pace and position of my stride so as to follow close behind, but not illegally close behind, an attractive woman. I must stress here to my girlfriend and mother that I do not do this to admire the view. All right, so partly I do this to admire the view. But another part of me likes to observe the reactions we—we're a caravan, now—receive from the menfolk we pass. To walk this way is to witness the spasmodic necks and detoured eyes and high-pitched whistled salutes and deep, perfumed inhalations and even, at times, affected indifference that together form the grand choreography of male desire. The performance is a haphazard one, and far creepier to the audience than to the actors, but it remains sincere as instinct.
When evolutionary psychologists review this show, they find evidence for a universal male urge to reproduce. A woman's figure is a hallmark of her fertility, they argue, and men subconsciously know it. Researchers have documented a widespread, magnetic male attraction to a waist-to-hip ratio of .7—the classic hourglass. An eye-tracking study last year found that men start to evaluate a woman's hourglassness within the first 200 milliseconds of viewing, which, based on my pedestrian observations, seems slow.
But to call this desire universal is to ignore a great deal of competing information. While men in developed societies go numb for sinuous curves, those in many developing countries surrender to a larger, more parallel contour. Plumpness may be a sign of poor health in the West, but elsewhere it's a sign that a woman has access to money and food. Some cultures even prefer a body type that health experts consider clinically overweight. And when a man changes culture, he adjusts his preferred measurements accordingly.”
To everyone who has ever been cut off on the highway by some idiot driver, this song goes out to you.
I-95 is a major highway in Florida, but assholes are everywhere,
Well I was drivin' down I-95 the other night. Somebody nearly cut me right off the road. I decided it wasn't gonna do any good to get mad. So I wrote a song about him instead.
It goes like this...
Were you born an asshole? Or did you work at it your whole life? Either way it worked out fine 'cause you're an asshole tonight. Yes you're an A S S H O L E... And don't you try to blame it on me.
You deserve all the credit. You're an asshole tonight. You were an asshole yesterday. You're an asshole tonight. And I've got a feelin' you'll be an asshole the rest of your life.
And I was talkin' to your mother just the other night. I told her I thought you were an asshole. She said, "Yes. I think you're right." And all your friends are assholes 'cause you've known them your whole life. And somebody told me you've got an asshole for a wife.
Were you born an asshole? Or did you work at it your whole life? Either way it worked out fine 'cause you're an asss...hole tonight.
Being close to the water by with our home on on the ocean front condo the waterway into the manmade lake has its perks. Frogs sending out love songs at night, the occasional bellows from the alligator that might wander by, fishing breaking the water and a collection of birds, of all types that stop by to feed.
Often the main course is enjoyed by long and tall gangly birds with extremely long beaks who enjoy the shellfish that resides close to shore.
Below is a little collection of leftovers picked clean and left for the clean up crew(me) which are dispatched with the help of the lawnmower.
Good for the birds, bad for the shellfish.
It is very common by my backyard, but not common elsewhere.
I thought I would share a bit of nature on my day off.
We had inventory this past week. I am part of the counting team. For the first time ever, I felt comfortable with the paperwork procedure and what we had to do. The hours are very long. We were there for 12 hours on Tuesday (5 a.m.), 11 on Wednesday(6a.m.), 11 hours on Thursday(7a.m.) and about 5 hours on Friday(7a.m.).
Amazingly, though tired, I wasn't exhausted like last time, when I walked around zombie like from lack of sleep, losing my truck keys, and felt out of sorts. I stayed with my same sleep patterns, getting by on 5 hours of sleep a night. Each day we all left sore and tired including many quite younger then me. We had to go up and down ladders, 14 steps, to get to the height we needed in each 8 foot section. Inventory boot camp.
Finally, it was all over, and an early day on Friday. When I got home, I did nothing! napped, slept. TV, napped, ate, napped, computer, napped. And at the end of the day, I was bored.
Bored, tired of doing nothing. Which proves that doing something, anything is better than nothing.
I am off this weekend, my rotation calls for me to be off. My next day off won't be until a week from Monday(retail schedule), so additional time off to do some catch-up work around the house is welcome.
All this proves is that one needs to have a purpose, a plan to do something each day, doing nothing is not a plan.
I get the Art Knowledge news letter several times a week. As I scroll through the different painting and articles, looking for something of interest, I spotted this link. googleartproject.com
On occasion, Google does something wonderful, something no one else would think of, this is one of those times. NEW YORK, NY.- The Museum of Modern Art, along with 16 other art museums from the United States, Europe, and Russia, is collaborating with Google on the Art Project, a website that enables users to discover and view more than 1,000 artworks online in extraordinary detail. The site launched today and can be explored at googleartproject.com. Over the last 18 months, Google worked with a range of museums, including four from the United States: MoMA, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, The Frick Collection, and the Freer Gallery of Art, Smithsonian, Washington. The partnership involved taking a selection of extremely high resolution images of famous artworks, as well as collating more than 1,000 other images into one place. It also included capturing 360-degree tours of individual galleries using Street View "indoor" technology. With this unique project, anyone anywhere in the world will be able to learn about the history and artists behind a huge number of works, at the click of a mouse.
Each of the museums worked in extensive collaboration with Google, providing expertise and guidance on every step of the project, from choosing which collections to feature, to advising on the best angle to capture photos, to determining what kind of information should accompany the artwork. Each museum selected one artwork to be photographed in extraordinary detail using super high resolution, or "gigapixel" photo-capturing technology. MoMA's gigapixel photo is of Vincent van Gogh's The Starry Night (1889). Each image contains around 7 billion pixels, enabling the viewer to study details of the brushwork and patina beyond that possible with the naked eye. In addition, museums provided images for a selection totalling more than 1,000 works of art. The resolution of these images, combined with a custom-built zoom viewer, allows art-lovers to discover minute aspects of paintings they may never have seen up close before. The gigapixel image of The Starry Night is accompanied by a MoMA-produced video that features visitors' points of view of the painting.
If you like art or want to know more, this is an easy way to see great works of art on your computer screen!