tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81877435496681104822024-11-08T10:34:56.676-05:00The views, ideas, opinions, and thoughts of a baby-boomer -- about whatever I damn well please.Anonymous Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14457246850491836927noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187743549668110482.post-75775164877301383322012-01-18T13:29:00.001-05:002012-01-18T13:37:00.148-05:00

REGARDING THE TRUE STATE OF THE UNION What are we going to do? What are we going to do? Our country is populated by masses who are reacting as best they can to forces they do not understand, and largely do not wish to understand. It is far easier to hope for the best, dismiss the most alarming cries of warning, and trust those powerful who have proven, consistently and for at least a

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The Documentary I will begin by listing the documentary that first exposed me to a 20th/21st century genius named Jacque Fresco. His vision for the future has captured the imagination of many, and rightly so.  This documentary seems a great introduction, and so far, I have scarcely gone beyond it in my studies of its tenets.  But I have never been more interested in studying

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I feel it.  I have rarely felt it before, at least at this intensity.  If I am a writer, I should be able to describe it so that you can relate to the experience. My morning coffee could have something to do with it, but it is certainly not a major factor.  Being in love seems to be a pretty major part; but of course, when you're in love you don't really know anything for sure. &

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A friend quoted this today: To please God…to be a real ingredient in the divine happiness…to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son—it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is. ~ c.s. lewis My reactive thoughts begin with the scriptural statement that Christ is the part

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A friend wondered why emotions are never simple.  Indeed, with all the understanding there may be in academic, scientific, and practice circles, the complete nature of human emotion remains mostly a mystery.  Anything at all can trigger one.  They are the joy, spice, and passion of life, and the source of its greatest suffering.  They are wholly contained within the person and

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Am I a feather on a brook, or refuse in a tsunami flood? Am I a rescued infant, or a worn-out rescuer? Am I more aligned with my own problems, or with the world's Solution? ~ Do I care about my loved ones, or just that I am a caring soul? Do I see the glass as half-empty, or the toilet overflowing? Do I want what is best, or do I only see as best that which I want? ~ Who is the

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A friend said, "I wish I could be less effected by the moods of other people. What's the secret to that?"  My off-the-cuff response was, "Cement this thought into your head, and recite it every time: "Her feeling is hers, not mine. My feeling is a gift to us both." Maybe it's mostly the coffee kicking in, but this has me thinking.  People often do not understand one of the basics of

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I wonder if other divorced people have an experience closely similar to mine, one in which there finally comes a time when you know you have "moved on."  Perhaps it usually comes to people as mine did, after a long period of thinking you had moved on, but really hadn't.  It seems as if one doesn't realize the moving on has taken place until after it has.  I'm assuming this kind of

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Late Saturday afternoon.  Dog sleeping.  Bored with the movie in the DVD player.  Meal didn't quite hit the spot.  Cold rain outside.  Friends all otherwise occupied.  Think I'll call my sons. Son #2, called him first because he has weird work hours right now, and it happens to be the time he's usually up.  Left voice mail. Son #1, voice mail: "To leave a

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You can't make this stuff up.  Just this morning, a friend was driving on the interstate next to a cattle truck, and a cow peed on her car.  On a rainy day, she went and got her car washed!  This kind if thing keeps reminding me of Roseanne Rosannadanna, played on the old Saturday Night Live by Gilda Radner, saying things like, "Well it just goes to show you, it's always&

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With some 660,000 members (way over half a billion, folks), Facebook is certainly a "thing."  Like very many of those hundreds of millions of people, I have been on it way too much lately, for a variety of reasons.  One reason is my new shopping blog, World's Coolest Stuff, which I certainly hope you will visit, bookmark, and from which start all your online shopping.  

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I've been studying racism in the world, in America, and in one Midwestern state, in which I happen to live. This location makes the research easy because I can meet and talk to people of all ethnicities. Whether or not they realize it as we talk, and as I observe, they make it clear that, even nearly a half century after the American civil rights movement, racism is very much alive and active in

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