December 2, 2013
Malcolm Gladwell speaks of the ten thousand hours to become an artist. Ira Glass gives the hope and encouragement to keep going. To push through those barriers of doing the work that doesn’t yet reflect the artistry you know you’re after.
Do the work
November 6, 2013
The Pale Blue Dot is a photograph of planet Earth taken in 1990 by the Voyager 1 spaceprobe from a record distance of about 6 billion kilometers from Earth. Subsequently, the title of the photograph was used by Sagan as the main title of his 1994 book, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space.
I happened upon this fact as I watched the closing scene in the Wikileaks documentary “We steal secrets”. An interesting story in and of itself. And a sad commentary of our times, our government, and the power and importance of factual information.
Here are a few quotes from the book.
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.”
“Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.”
“To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
“The visions we offer our children shape the future. It _matters_ what those visions are. Often they become self-fulfilling prophecies. Dreams are maps.”
I haven’t yet read the book. But I must admit I found profound wisdom, and insight into these words. In this tumultuous world we find ourselves in,and as we struggle with the problems of our times if we could see the world as Mr.Sagan did, a small, lonely pale blue dot in a vast and expansive universe. I wonder if we wouldn’t treat it and each other with a little more care.
September 20, 2013
Do You Love Me?
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.
I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you I love myself.
June 12, 2013
I have read that a democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover they can vote themselves largess from the public treasury.
From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising them the most benefits from the public treasury, with the result that a democracy always collapses over loose fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship.
The average age of the world’s greatest civilizations has been 200 years. These nations have progressed through this sequence:
“From bondage to spiritual faith;
from spiritual faith to great courage;
from courage to liberty;
from liberty to abundance;
from abundance to selfishness;
from selfishness to apathy;
from apathy to dependence;
from dependency back again into bondage.”
Dr. Alexander Tytler, a Scot professor, wrote a scholarly tome, from which this concept comes, called “The Athenian Republic” which was published shortly before the thirteen American colonies gained independence from Britain.
“One man wakes, awakens another
Second one wakes his next door brother
Three awake can rouse a town
And turn the whole place upside down
Many awake will cause such a fuss
It finally awakes all of us
One man wakes with dawn in his eyes
Surely then it multiplies.” ~ Leeland
The awaking has begun at 237. Sounds about right
June 6, 2013
I’ve never been a fan of Facebook, nor have I joined the masses, and public pressure to join it. Early on it was because I heard too many stories of electronic stalking, and time wasted trying to “keep up with friends”. I see the value of connection and sharing with your tribe. The problem I see with it is that it seems like you can’t limit it to your tribe. You information is out there for anyone trolling cyberspace to lock into. Movies like Catfish only confirmed my reservations. As I’ve watched the progression, I’ve held onto my instinct. Simplify your life, decrease drama and live life in the real realm, not an electronic one…
June 1, 2013
I recently reached out to my sister to help with our mother whom had put herself in a bad place through some poor decisions. After I related a story of how I’d been wronged to her and was filling my wife in on the conversation. She said “that never happened”. I realized I had been hanging onto a story that fit my need to be right.
This article really hit home with me.
being honest without judgement
May 29, 2013
Always be drunk.
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time’s horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
will answer you:
“Time to get drunk!
Don’t be martyred slaves of Time,
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!”
By Charles Baudelaire
May 22, 2013
We all have it. That feeling of being lost, feeling like what we do and who we are doesn’t really matter. Do you ever wonder if you ceased to exist would anyone really notice? You are one of many employees in a big company, one of the 7 billion people on this planet, and a mere speck in the universe. Still we all need to matter. The best way I can think of is to find what matters to you, and to also find a way that you can give your uniqueness to that cause whatever it is. True, you are one of many, but another way to look at it is that there is only one you. Celebrate that and then get busy giving your gifts to make a difference. Happiness will follow…
May 13, 2013
“There was an old Taoist who lived in a village in ancient China, named Master Hu. Hu loved God and God loved Hu, and whatever God did was fine with Hu, and whatever Hu did was fine with God. They were friends. They were such good friends that they kidded around. Hu would do stuff to God like call him “The Great Clod.” That’s how he kidded. That was fine with God. God would turn around and do stuff to Hu like give him warts on his face, wens on his head, arthritis in his hands, a hunch in his back, canker sores in his mouth and gout in his feet. That’s how He kidded. That God. What a kidder! But it was fine with Hu.
Master Hu grew lumpy as a toad; he grew crooked as cherry wood; he became a human pretzel. “You Clod!” he’d shout at God, laughing. That was fine with God. He’d send Hu a right leg ten inches shorter than the left to show He was listening. And Hu would laugh some more and walk around in little circles, showing off his short leg, saying to the villagers, “Haha! See how the Great Clod listens! How lumpy and crookedy and ugly He is making me! He makes me laugh and laugh! That’s what a Friend is for!” And the people of the village would look at him and wag their heads: sure enough, old Hu looked like an owl’s nest; he looked like a swamp; he looked like something the dog rolled in. And he winked at his people and looked up at God and shouted, “Hey Clod! What next?” And splot! Out popped a fresh wart.
The people wagged their heads till their tongues wagged too. They said, “Poor Master Hu has gone crazy.” And maybe he had. Maybe God sent down craziness along with the warts and wens and hunch and gout. What did Hu care? It was fine with him. He loved God and God loved Hu, and Hu was the crookedest, ugliest, happiest old man in all the empire till the day he whispered,
Hey Clod! What now?
and God took his line in hand and drew him right into Himself. That was fine with Hu. That’s what a Friend is for.” ~ Taken from The River Why by David James Duncan
May 10, 2013
Have you ever wondered where the dollar sign came from?
Ayn Rand in Atlas Shrugged said
“The dollar sign? For a great deal. It stands on the vest of every fat, piglike figure in every cartoon, for the purpose of denoting a crook, a grafter, a scoundrel—as the one sure-fire brand of evil.”
“It stands—as the money of a free country—for achievement, for success, for ability, for man’s creative power—and precisely for these reasons, it is used as a brand of infamy. It stands for the initials of the United States.”
Many suggestions have been made about the origin of the dollar symbol $, one of the commonest being that it derives from the figure 8, representing the Spanish ‘piece of eight’. However, it actually comes from a handwritten ‘ps’, an abbreviation for ‘peso’ in old Spanish-American books. The $ symbol first occurs in the 1770s, in manuscript documents of English-Americans who had business dealings with Spanish-Americans, and it starts to appear in print after 1800.
Here is the full wiki scoop. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dollar_sign