My father (retired) works as an installer for my sister Vickie's Custom Blind Company. Every now and again for the past 3 months or so I will occassionally help him out on a few jobs here and there. Working with him is a very pleasurable, eyeopening insight into where (or from whom) I came from.
Working with my dad is a real joy for me. It's that special kind of Special that money could never come close to touching: PRICELESS. Like many, I didn't have him around growing up, but that's okay. I have never held that against him, even though it was really hard for me because as I have grown into an adult I figured that it must have been that way for a reason. That 'reason' I have never really tried to put a face to, but I have always known that Love was the Answer to that riddle no matter what the technicalities or lagistics were 40 years ago.
When I was 29 I decided to go for it. The reality doesn't change if no one makes a move--so I did, and I am So Deeply Happy and at Peace that I did. It is fathoms beyond the written word. .... So I wrote my dad and asked if he would like to get to know one another. I also set out from the start that I didn't want anything from him save to get to know him and perhaps his friendship if it was two way. He agreed....That was 13 years ago. We have been getting to know one another since that time. Yeah, it was slightly awkward at first, but only slightly. That quickly gave way to a friendship that has been fun, honest, and more than anything Familiar and Real.
Spending time with him more and more has been like being with a twin aspect of myself. A part of yourself that you hadn't seen for a long time, but that you knew really well. That's how it feels, and it just continues to go deeper and broader. Astounding..... Sometimes you don't know what you've been without until you have it. The hole and the void that was there.....You just had no........idea.
This is someone that gets your humor --no explanation needed. This is someone that your inner processes and ways came from. There is a native understanding of you--priceless--because of this. You intuit each other's responses like 'nobody's business'.
Astounding. Incredible. Beautiful.
Once you love your parents, you see a higher intelligence at work in these things. ...When you love for love's sake, not a barter. No business arrangement. Love for Free. Isn't that what it IS....?
Getting to know my father is a Living Blessing
A Bloom that has no age
The more you look the further it goes
From dusk to twilight to dusk again
Timeless
Thank You God
Looking into your Eyes I See You Looking
Into Me Looking Into You
Friday, October 30, 2009
“Life is all about timing... the unreachable becomes reachable, the unavailable become available, the unattain...
“Life is all about timing... the unreachable becomes reachable, the unavailable become available, the unattainable... attainable. Have the patience, wait it out It's all about timing.”- Stacey Charter-
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@jw 'Simply Tweet's' developer handles it real nice. Have you taken a look at that app? It's in the 'misc' sect o...
@jw 'Simply Tweet's' developer handles it real nice. Have you taken a look at that app? It's in the 'misc' sect of the 'more' tab. He has a fdbk form built in. I don't know. That kind of thing might req more dirct inv frm ur team, but mybe worth it.?
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Going 2 help my Dad install some blinds 2day!! Pardon my excitemnt, but 'they're' gonna let me outa the house. Tr...
Going 2 help my Dad install some blinds 2day!! Pardon my excitemnt, but 'they're' gonna let me outa the house. Trying not to pee my pants. #stay-at-hm-daddy chronicles :)
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
"Us kids used to say to our parents, "...but That's not fair!!" I later realized that my parents weren't concerne...
"Us kids used to say to our parents, "...but That's not fair!!" I later realized that my parents weren't concerned with justice..they wanted QUIET"" --Bill Cosby (paraphrased)
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The Advantages of Extemporaneous Fiction
The stories that we tell our kids in an effort to satisfy their insatiable questioning of reality and circumstance are really quite laughable when you think about it. There is a need for a heavy dose of artistic liscense when relating with a curious, ever questioning 2-3 year old. Like it or not storytelling becomes a very necessary tool when answering the billion plus questions per day.
Let me explain a little of what this is like for those that are scratching their heads or to whom it has been so long that you don't remember of what I speak. These questions come out of outer space for all I can tell having not much relevance to their place and time when asked. You are sitting rocking your over active child, lulling them into a place where it might be possible for he/she to take that nap that you know they need and without which your hair will be turning every shade of gray by early evening. "Aahh,... Dada", she says?
"Yeah".
"What's Elmo doing?"
"You mean right now?"
"Yeah", she says.
"He's tired. He's laying down. He told me that he was ready for his nap so that he can have a lot of energy to play later on after you get up."
"Ooh, I see", she says.
"Aahh.....Dada"?
"Yes".
"Why isn't he in here with me right now", she questions?
(You're too tired to get up and go Elmo hunting right now and besides, you've already got your Presciousness In the rocker With her blanket almost ready to lay down so you say...)
"He told me that he wants to give you the space to have a Real Good nap so that you two can have fun together later. Besides, he said that he doesn't mind taking his nap on the couch just so that he doesn't wind up talking to you and keeping you awake. He's real considerate like that. Elmo's a good friend."
"Ohhh yeaahh", she says.
Good. She bought it, I think to myself. Hey I'm getting pretty good at this. I just know that if I had told her that I was too tired to get up and go find Elmo, and would she please just be OK with seeing him a little later that that could've opened up the door to some fussiness that I am just more that willing to sidestep.
That just a little sampling of the creative fiction that is pretty much non-stop in our house. I'm just glad to be able to tell stories like that while I can. I know there will come a day when that will no longer satisfy, and then the story line will change and adapt as needed. Hopefully I'll be up to the task. I think I shall.
Fear is the non-acceptance of What Is.
Let me explain a little of what this is like for those that are scratching their heads or to whom it has been so long that you don't remember of what I speak. These questions come out of outer space for all I can tell having not much relevance to their place and time when asked. You are sitting rocking your over active child, lulling them into a place where it might be possible for he/she to take that nap that you know they need and without which your hair will be turning every shade of gray by early evening. "Aahh,... Dada", she says?
"Yeah".
"What's Elmo doing?"
"You mean right now?"
"Yeah", she says.
"He's tired. He's laying down. He told me that he was ready for his nap so that he can have a lot of energy to play later on after you get up."
"Ooh, I see", she says.
"Aahh.....Dada"?
"Yes".
"Why isn't he in here with me right now", she questions?
(You're too tired to get up and go Elmo hunting right now and besides, you've already got your Presciousness In the rocker With her blanket almost ready to lay down so you say...)
"He told me that he wants to give you the space to have a Real Good nap so that you two can have fun together later. Besides, he said that he doesn't mind taking his nap on the couch just so that he doesn't wind up talking to you and keeping you awake. He's real considerate like that. Elmo's a good friend."
"Ohhh yeaahh", she says.
Good. She bought it, I think to myself. Hey I'm getting pretty good at this. I just know that if I had told her that I was too tired to get up and go find Elmo, and would she please just be OK with seeing him a little later that that could've opened up the door to some fussiness that I am just more that willing to sidestep.
That just a little sampling of the creative fiction that is pretty much non-stop in our house. I'm just glad to be able to tell stories like that while I can. I know there will come a day when that will no longer satisfy, and then the story line will change and adapt as needed. Hopefully I'll be up to the task. I think I shall.
Fear is the non-acceptance of What Is.
At this point in my parenting journey I can't think of a bttr opportunity to become master of ur innr reality tha...
At this point in my parenting journey I can't think of a bttr opportunity to become master of ur innr reality than through facing the crying/screaming tantrums of my 3 yr. old! What a meditation!
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You know you're getting older when you go to buy the music you love digitally online and it's all located pretty ...
You know you're getting older when you go to buy the music you love digitally online and it's all located pretty much in the same section...'classic rock'. :)
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Preparing a basic Kichari (mung beans & basmati rice) 2day. I rlly lk it & U cn add 2 the basic recipe in all kin...
Preparing a basic Kichari (mung beans & basmati rice) 2day. I rlly lk it & U cn add 2 the basic recipe in all kinds of exciting ways. http://is.gd/4GdnU
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Back at Home after an Eventful Bike Ride with Shayla
We had fun today. We rode about 10 miles and visited Chris' Little Chicago Hot Dog Stand and the gelato bar at Whole Foods Mkt. In between these stops we rode on part of the Lance Armstrong Velloway and the Town Lake Hike and Bike Trail. It was fun and what a beautiful fall day it was!
Fear is the non-acceptance of What Is.
Shayla and I are enjoying icecream at Whole Foods (Dwntwn) after our long bike ride. :)
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Shayla and I enjoying the upper deck's view here at Whole Foods after gorging on ice cream!
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@simplytweet The app has been more unstable lately, ie. Crashing a lot more often during operation. I wonder why? I just thought I'd let you know.
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Monday, October 26, 2009
Freedom and Boundaries
A toddler tests boundaries. I suppose it is part of the healthy development of the ego. Boundaries must be in place however, or your child will grow up thinking that there are no boundaries in life or will deal poorly with them and expect the world to give them what they want sans conditions. There are conditions however, and there must be if you wish your child to grow up being sensitive to their environment and to the needs of others. Adult temper tantrums do not really go over very well nor are they inwardly fulfilling or beneficient to one's spirit.
As they grow, the placement of these boundaries are tested. They need preceptual consistency. If there are no clear boundaries at home they will assume, by no fault of their own that boundaries are in general unclear with others outside of the family. They will be in for a shock as will others. This will not bode well for their relationships. Respect for others, for instance must be properly role-modeled and taught. The benefit of this is that respect for oneself is also taught as they are two sides of the same conceptual coin.
In order for precepts to be taught, or anything for that matter it has to be consistent. Otherwise what they come away with is not the principal itself, but the 'principal of inconsistency'. The inconsistency is the thing that sticks out, not 'what' you are inconsistent 'about'. That fades to the background.
A child has freedom within certain boundaries. If they have total freedom with no ground rules that newly forming ego and sense of self will spawn a sense of false 'entitlement' that will only hurt them and you, by default later on. This leads to a skewed view of life and the way that relationships actually work. As parents, our job in these formative years is the most important and will truly 'set the tone' for the rest of our child's life. This is likely the most influence we will ever have on the type of adult our child becomes. To me, it looks like the most important time of all. I want serve her properly as she has enlisted me to do. I think of her person and her future. This Is my job. Her's is to be a kid and therefore she may not always like or agree with what I ask of her or sometimes deny her, and certainly does not understand it and may not for some time, but it is her well being that she has asked me to look out for--to her Future--so it is to that Future that I look in the desire that we both look back from our future, pleased.
Parents have to learn how to apply these truths, and since there is no mandatory pre-parent exam we learn by doing, ultimately feeling and intuiting our way along. The hope is that one figures it out as best one can within the 'formative window' that is given to parents to make such things part of the bedrock of a child's psychological core concept. This is the challenge for parents: to ascertain and apply the appropriate principles in the right way, with the right insistency, and at the right time to give a new human being the fundamental tools with which to later build a happy and full adult life in the world outside.
In the end every parent does the best they can. God bless the parents. It is a Job of jobs.
As they grow, the placement of these boundaries are tested. They need preceptual consistency. If there are no clear boundaries at home they will assume, by no fault of their own that boundaries are in general unclear with others outside of the family. They will be in for a shock as will others. This will not bode well for their relationships. Respect for others, for instance must be properly role-modeled and taught. The benefit of this is that respect for oneself is also taught as they are two sides of the same conceptual coin.
In order for precepts to be taught, or anything for that matter it has to be consistent. Otherwise what they come away with is not the principal itself, but the 'principal of inconsistency'. The inconsistency is the thing that sticks out, not 'what' you are inconsistent 'about'. That fades to the background.
A child has freedom within certain boundaries. If they have total freedom with no ground rules that newly forming ego and sense of self will spawn a sense of false 'entitlement' that will only hurt them and you, by default later on. This leads to a skewed view of life and the way that relationships actually work. As parents, our job in these formative years is the most important and will truly 'set the tone' for the rest of our child's life. This is likely the most influence we will ever have on the type of adult our child becomes. To me, it looks like the most important time of all. I want serve her properly as she has enlisted me to do. I think of her person and her future. This Is my job. Her's is to be a kid and therefore she may not always like or agree with what I ask of her or sometimes deny her, and certainly does not understand it and may not for some time, but it is her well being that she has asked me to look out for--to her Future--so it is to that Future that I look in the desire that we both look back from our future, pleased.
Parents have to learn how to apply these truths, and since there is no mandatory pre-parent exam we learn by doing, ultimately feeling and intuiting our way along. The hope is that one figures it out as best one can within the 'formative window' that is given to parents to make such things part of the bedrock of a child's psychological core concept. This is the challenge for parents: to ascertain and apply the appropriate principles in the right way, with the right insistency, and at the right time to give a new human being the fundamental tools with which to later build a happy and full adult life in the world outside.
In the end every parent does the best they can. God bless the parents. It is a Job of jobs.
Freedom and Boundaries
A toddler tests boundaries. I suppose it is part of the healthy development of the ego. Boundaries must be in place however, or your child will grow up thinking that there are no boundaries in life or will deal poorly with them and expect the world to give them what they want sans conditions. There are conditions however, and there must be if you wish your child to grow up being sensitive to their environment and to the needs of others. Adult temper tantrums do not really go over very well nor are they inwardly fulfilling or beneficient to one's spirit.
As they grow, the placement of these boundaries are tested. They need preceptual consistency. If there are no clear boundaries at home they will assume, by no fault of their own that boundaries are in general unclear with others outside of the family. They will be in for a shock as will others. This will not bode well for their relationships. Respect for others, for instance must be properly role-modeled and taught. The benefit of this is that respect for oneself is also taught as they are two sides of the same conceptual coin.
In order for precepts to be taught, or anything for that matter it has to be consistent. Otherwise what they come away with is not the principal itself, but the 'principal of inconsistency'. The inconsistency is the thing that sticks out, not 'what' you are inconsistent 'about'. That fades to the background.
A child has freedom within certain boundaries. If they have total freedom with no ground rules that newly forming ego and sense of self will spawn a sense of false 'entitlement' that will only hurt them and you, by default later on. This leads to a skewed view of life and the way that relationships actually work. As parents, our job in these formative years is the most important and will truly 'set the tone' for the rest of our child's life. This is likely the most influence we will ever have on the type of adult our child becomes. To me, it looks like the most important time of all. I want serve her properly as she has enlisted me to do. I think of her person and her future. This Is my job. Her's is to be a kid and therefore she may not always like or agree with what I ask of her or sometimes deny her, and certainly does not understand it and may not for some time, but it is her well being that she has asked me to look out for--to her Future
As they grow, the placement of these boundaries are tested. They need preceptual consistency. If there are no clear boundaries at home they will assume, by no fault of their own that boundaries are in general unclear with others outside of the family. They will be in for a shock as will others. This will not bode well for their relationships. Respect for others, for instance must be properly role-modeled and taught. The benefit of this is that respect for oneself is also taught as they are two sides of the same conceptual coin.
In order for precepts to be taught, or anything for that matter it has to be consistent. Otherwise what they come away with is not the principal itself, but the 'principal of inconsistency'. The inconsistency is the thing that sticks out, not 'what' you are inconsistent 'about'. That fades to the background.
A child has freedom within certain boundaries. If they have total freedom with no ground rules that newly forming ego and sense of self will spawn a sense of false 'entitlement' that will only hurt them and you, by default later on. This leads to a skewed view of life and the way that relationships actually work. As parents, our job in these formative years is the most important and will truly 'set the tone' for the rest of our child's life. This is likely the most influence we will ever have on the type of adult our child becomes. To me, it looks like the most important time of all. I want serve her properly as she has enlisted me to do. I think of her person and her future. This Is my job. Her's is to be a kid and therefore she may not always like or agree with what I ask of her or sometimes deny her, and certainly does not understand it and may not for some time, but it is her well being that she has asked me to look out for--to her Future
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Glad 2 b back at home. My daughter (3yrs. old) has seen 2 it 2 make sure daddy has a little list of chores 2 do s...
Glad 2 b back at home. My daughter (3yrs. old) has seen 2 it 2 make sure daddy has a little list of chores 2 do straight away after he has rested.
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Saturday, October 24, 2009
Haven't seen my daughter all day today from about 10am yesterday. I miss her dearly, but I'll get 2 see her in th...
Haven't seen my daughter all day today from about 10am yesterday. I miss her dearly, but I'll get 2 see her in the morning b4 taking off! Yay'
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A Metamorphosis for Everyone
There's nothing like getting to witness, as a parent, the developing cognition of your 3 yr. old youngster. Everything about them is in full speed evolution: from their speech, to their memory, to their conceptual view of reality.
It's such a priveledge to be living it first hand, up close and personal. It's living in the camera's eye: wading through the dirty diapers, spilled juice that has since dried to the floor because you missed it due to the fact that you only have two hands and are chasing a phantom, to the very hard plastic toys constantly placed in the middle of the floor. The truth is that kids have a host of little gremlin friends that help them throughout the day. I've seen them out of the corner of my eye. Hehe. I'm now pretty well trained to have a damp face towel within 5' of wherever we happen to be for who knows what and have come to be very quick to plug my eardrums when I see a joyous shriek about to launch into the air as I care about my nervous system. As any preschool parent knows I am painting a rather rosy picture at this point.
The truth of the matter with our daughter is that she is an expressive spirit. I really don't know where she gets that. Haha. That's a blatant lie; she gets it from both sides of the gene pool. It's a double whammy. :) The gifts abound. (I say this with a smile. One must have humor or die trying to cultivate it. A parents' 'must', in particular because you're really not 'driving the bus' anymore. Nope, you aren't. Get used to it. Get over yourself. Reality Check.)
We have entered a new area of blatant ego assertion: the testing of the waters. "I am a person", says she. "I am independent of you two. Yes, you bore me, and for that I am thankful, but will you please get out of the way so that I can get to the electrical outlet? I have a glass of water and I would like to see what it looks like when it runs down the wall." She really is not, thankfully, all that intrigued by outlets, and is more interested in juice or other sticky substances for pouring out, but you get my point. You can fill in that blank with a multitude of different things. For example, Shayla loves our cat Muchkin with all the goodness and sweetness that is in the universe yet we still catch her thinking, or at least behaving that her neck is a 'handle' whereby to lift her off the ground in an expression of her exuberant love for her, nevermind that coupled with that is the fact that she doesn't know her own strength and is therefore choking her with both hands while holding her in the air. This is love, funny and scarry. We thought that we had trained her out of that one, but we were poignantly corrected on that a few days ago. There was a behavioral slip due to extreme excitement--a common occurence.
A parent's 'Job' is a formidable one. To love. To protect, Yet Allow near misses physical and non-physical in the name of exploration and freedom lest you find yourself being a rigid shrew. Caring for a being that doesn't know where the dangers are and doing it in such a way that is nigh unto invisible is like walking a tightrope blindfolded. I imagine that aspect can require even more creativity later on. "Don't 'shadow' me" they'll say. "I want to do this on my own." I see that at work even now. It reminds me of me.
How to exemplify for and shape a blossoming self indentity and world view without falling back on the comfortable out dated haunches of fear based instruction and survivalist recourse is where the Real Art and suave test of skill that every parent is unequivicably 'dragged' for happens. That's right. Down deep, under your subconscious patterns is where your mirth is distilled. It is from this place that your love glows and your life is transformed because of your child.
Everything else has place and meaning because of this: the dirty diapers, the cries of a hurt ego, the frustrations of defiance. It all takes on a golden light and gives meaning, wholeness, and peace to otherwise disparate parts of yourself. It brings you back to You and puts the spin on the Earth once again. All molecules Alive and Vibrant and Dancing.
Fear is the non-acceptance of What Is.
It's such a priveledge to be living it first hand, up close and personal. It's living in the camera's eye: wading through the dirty diapers, spilled juice that has since dried to the floor because you missed it due to the fact that you only have two hands and are chasing a phantom, to the very hard plastic toys constantly placed in the middle of the floor. The truth is that kids have a host of little gremlin friends that help them throughout the day. I've seen them out of the corner of my eye. Hehe. I'm now pretty well trained to have a damp face towel within 5' of wherever we happen to be for who knows what and have come to be very quick to plug my eardrums when I see a joyous shriek about to launch into the air as I care about my nervous system. As any preschool parent knows I am painting a rather rosy picture at this point.
The truth of the matter with our daughter is that she is an expressive spirit. I really don't know where she gets that. Haha. That's a blatant lie; she gets it from both sides of the gene pool. It's a double whammy. :) The gifts abound. (I say this with a smile. One must have humor or die trying to cultivate it. A parents' 'must', in particular because you're really not 'driving the bus' anymore. Nope, you aren't. Get used to it. Get over yourself. Reality Check.)
We have entered a new area of blatant ego assertion: the testing of the waters. "I am a person", says she. "I am independent of you two. Yes, you bore me, and for that I am thankful, but will you please get out of the way so that I can get to the electrical outlet? I have a glass of water and I would like to see what it looks like when it runs down the wall." She really is not, thankfully, all that intrigued by outlets, and is more interested in juice or other sticky substances for pouring out, but you get my point. You can fill in that blank with a multitude of different things. For example, Shayla loves our cat Muchkin with all the goodness and sweetness that is in the universe yet we still catch her thinking, or at least behaving that her neck is a 'handle' whereby to lift her off the ground in an expression of her exuberant love for her, nevermind that coupled with that is the fact that she doesn't know her own strength and is therefore choking her with both hands while holding her in the air. This is love, funny and scarry. We thought that we had trained her out of that one, but we were poignantly corrected on that a few days ago. There was a behavioral slip due to extreme excitement--a common occurence.
A parent's 'Job' is a formidable one. To love. To protect, Yet Allow near misses physical and non-physical in the name of exploration and freedom lest you find yourself being a rigid shrew. Caring for a being that doesn't know where the dangers are and doing it in such a way that is nigh unto invisible is like walking a tightrope blindfolded. I imagine that aspect can require even more creativity later on. "Don't 'shadow' me" they'll say. "I want to do this on my own." I see that at work even now. It reminds me of me.
How to exemplify for and shape a blossoming self indentity and world view without falling back on the comfortable out dated haunches of fear based instruction and survivalist recourse is where the Real Art and suave test of skill that every parent is unequivicably 'dragged' for happens. That's right. Down deep, under your subconscious patterns is where your mirth is distilled. It is from this place that your love glows and your life is transformed because of your child.
Everything else has place and meaning because of this: the dirty diapers, the cries of a hurt ego, the frustrations of defiance. It all takes on a golden light and gives meaning, wholeness, and peace to otherwise disparate parts of yourself. It brings you back to You and puts the spin on the Earth once again. All molecules Alive and Vibrant and Dancing.
Fear is the non-acceptance of What Is.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Jo's Coffee Downtown on 2nd. (btwn Lavaca & Colorado) seems to be pretty cool. The first thing that grabs you is the picturesque European qualiy of this stretch of 2nd. Auto traffic has been reduced to 2 narrow lanes in the very center of the strt w/ the
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
@mike_mcalli If AT&T wr 2 lose xclusiv carrier rts 2 iPhone, they wld cry big tears, whc means they'll prob prost...
@mike_mcalli If AT&T wr 2 lose xclusiv carrier rts 2 iPhone, they wld cry big tears, whc means they'll prob prostrate thmslvs in frnt of Job's dr 2 prevnt that. :) http://is.gd/4w2mO
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@mike_mcalli That rumor that Apple might diversify it's carrier service 4 the iPhone is supportd by tidbits lk th...
@mike_mcalli That rumor that Apple might diversify it's carrier service 4 the iPhone is supportd by tidbits lk this I fnd 2day. "Neither AT&T nor Apple have revealed how long their exclusive deal lasts. Apple doesn't seem to consider exclusive carrier contracts a long-term strategy — in many countries, there are now multiple iPhone carriers." -via Yahoo News
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
@mike_mcalli I hear ya' cause 10-15 secs of a song does Not tell you whether or not you want 2 buy it! Personally...
@mike_mcalli I hear ya' cause 10-15 secs of a song does Not tell you whether or not you want 2 buy it! Personally, I think MS has hit on a real good thing w/ the Zune Pass and with adding the 'keep 10 tracks a mo.' addition it's clearly no waste of $ if ur a music lover. They also tell you which tracks are DRM free b4 you buy. They have them all marked. That servc intro'ed me to Lots of New Music! Buen idea! What do you think of Rhapsody?
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@mike_mcalli Got it. Thanks. I never knew Steve Jobs "poo-pooed" music subscrption servcs. At least all the music...
@mike_mcalli Got it. Thanks. I never knew Steve Jobs "poo-pooed" music subscrption servcs. At least all the music you get frm iTunes is Yours and you don't have DRM issues. That's a pain in the ass! I've had them some w/ MS due to subscr., then later 'buying' the same music only Not to have it play on any other devcs, other than Zune...and smtms the softwr would have issues flipping the swtch on prev. subscrbd to 'purchased' cntnt.
That iTunes Pass looks like it could be good.
That iTunes Pass looks like it could be good.
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@mike_mcalli cool way to check out new media w/out having to 'buy' it unless u like. What and w/ the getting to k...
@mike_mcalli cool way to check out new media w/out having to 'buy' it unless u like. What and w/ the getting to keep 10 tracks a mo. (w/ Zune Marketplace, no sè w/ iTunes)--very attractive. It was $13/ mo. With iTunes, it's prob very simlr.
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@mike_mcalli it appears 2 b a subscription service for iTunes media. Not sure what all it includes. Maybe everyth...
@mike_mcalli it appears 2 b a subscription service for iTunes media. Not sure what all it includes. Maybe everything. Haven't looked in2 it--can't afford a subscr. right now, but had one thru microsft last year 4 my Zune. Very cool. You could even keep 10 tracks of ur choice per mo. plus dwnld & listn to anythng in their database. Prob somthn like that.
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@mike_mcalli happiness all around. :) Q: In all that time had she ever had any chronic phone functionality issues...
@mike_mcalli happiness all around. :) Q: In all that time had she ever had any chronic phone functionality issues with the 2G or you for that matter? Just asking b/c I was thinking abt whether or not to buy the extended operational ins. 4 the phone. that I have b4 the year is up. Prob. Will not as am planning to upgrade in Summer. Feel conf. there'll b a new 1.
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@RangerDenni Cool. You upgraded your iPhone? I'm jealous. I/We are waiting 'till next summers new phone release (...
@RangerDenni Cool. You upgraded your iPhone? I'm jealous. I/We are waiting 'till next summers new phone release (We Hope). It's just too damn xpensive 2 do b4 then. Plus, we are eligible 4 new phones in March, but what's the point if you just wait 3 more mos.!! Still...I'm jealous of your video and voice command ability.
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South Congress, Austin, TX is So Much Fun!
It's also quitessential Austin! It's such a good representation of the diversity of people that live and work here. Unlike other locales it's active all day long because of the location and mix of businesses in the area. There are young and old. Seniors are hanging out reading the paper. College students are surfing the web or studying. Business folk are taking a coffee break. All of us are sitting around here at Joe's Coffee listening to classic Joni Mitchell being wirelessly piped out to the patio mounted speakers. It's a cool, breezy afternoon in between the rainy sprinkle sessions of the day.
The sun peeks out to say hello and splash the theatre of the street in it's colorfilled glory as the wind tossels my hair playfully and delivers it's message of peace and hope for the people and generations to come. All is well. blessings. blessings. blessings. Fear is the non-acceptance of What Is.
The sun peeks out to say hello and splash the theatre of the street in it's colorfilled glory as the wind tossels my hair playfully and delivers it's message of peace and hope for the people and generations to come. All is well. blessings. blessings. blessings. Fear is the non-acceptance of What Is.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Europe, a bicycle, $2.00, 28,000 miles, and 8 years....
I found this story on Posterous of a man from Japan who was bored with working at his father's AC factory and decided to bike around Europe for a time. Check out this post about it on Posterous. There's a link to this gentleman's blog if you're interested in keeping up with his reports on a regular basis. : http://holykaw.alltop.com/one-bike-8-years-28000-miles-37-countries-2 Fear is the non-acceptance of What Is.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Perfection Hiding in Plain Sight
Everything Interconnected.
The Web, evidence of an All Permeating Higher Order: Ordered Intelligence.
Looking close chaos appears the landlord.
Stepping back a Symphony of Perfection is revealed. The is no desire to change one note or trill in this Divine Aria.
Getting too close one gets burned in the personal fires of ego, caught in the duality That Is. Like quicksand, the renouncing of it strengthens it further. The struggle, the fight, the furor only sinks one further in the mire.
Gratitude and Blessings are the way out. Blessing the turmoil, seeing the Divinity in pain.
See the Divine Working in the small.
Give Thanks to the shadow.
See the Oneness, the Unified Field that contains All Movement.
Let the Mind take a backseat.
Observe the Dualism. No judgment. When separation Unifies within, then there is Only One.
In Bliss there is only One. There is no separation.
In Bliss you are neither 'here' nor 'there'. 'You' are not location specific, for you are 'nowhere'. You are on the Earth. You are 1,000 miles above it. You are pulsing with the Heart of It's Core.
The flowers bloom because of this.
Kids laugh because of this.
Stars shine because of this.
Generations go on because of this.
Avatars and Masters come because of this. The Bliss of Oneness
The Web, evidence of an All Permeating Higher Order: Ordered Intelligence.
Looking close chaos appears the landlord.
Stepping back a Symphony of Perfection is revealed. The is no desire to change one note or trill in this Divine Aria.
Getting too close one gets burned in the personal fires of ego, caught in the duality That Is. Like quicksand, the renouncing of it strengthens it further. The struggle, the fight, the furor only sinks one further in the mire.
Gratitude and Blessings are the way out. Blessing the turmoil, seeing the Divinity in pain.
See the Divine Working in the small.
Give Thanks to the shadow.
See the Oneness, the Unified Field that contains All Movement.
Let the Mind take a backseat.
Observe the Dualism. No judgment. When separation Unifies within, then there is Only One.
In Bliss there is only One. There is no separation.
In Bliss you are neither 'here' nor 'there'. 'You' are not location specific, for you are 'nowhere'. You are on the Earth. You are 1,000 miles above it. You are pulsing with the Heart of It's Core.
The flowers bloom because of this.
Kids laugh because of this.
Stars shine because of this.
Generations go on because of this.
Avatars and Masters come because of this. The Bliss of Oneness
Sunday, October 18, 2009
BubbleFest: Shayla and Mommy
Shayla and Mommy having some bubble blowing fun in the front yard.
Fear is the non-acceptance of What Is.
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