Saturday, September 17, 2016

The Path to Ken Block's Raw Industrial Playground 
A lover's path leads him to excitement 
A car driver leads us on a path to excitement 

The Path (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Is this the path of Joy and wonderment
Excitement scents the thrill of every turn
A precious flower paves each moment spent
And brilliant lights to dreams will ever burn
Is this the path of reason for the day
The breath my heart feels singing everywhere
Each step a dance of splendors on the way
And memories loose kisses in the air
Forgive my lack of seamless clarity
It seems the timeless calling leads me on
Forgive my stumbles toward my destiny
Toward brighter star of morning I am drawn
Is this the path of all life’s wishes true
Is this the path which takes me on to you 

A lover on a magic path is the venue of this Shakespearean sonnet. This is an example of a classical Shakespearean love sonnet. What sets this sonnet apart is the thought patterns in the flow. The first two quatrains start with the thoughts "Is this the path". The conflict stanza switches to the thought "Forgive my". The rhyming couplet is a celebration of the original thought. 

When Arlene and I first started dating I was a good looking guy. I was on stage a lot. Many girls wished I could be their boyfriend. Arlene would show me off. She loved when I got her things in front of her friends. I could see her mind proudly saying, "That's my man." Time passed and I continued to surprise Arlene. It was fun and Arlene made it worth it. The best surprises, were the ones I would send to her work, where Arlene could brag, "That's my man." When Arlene worked in an office with mostly women, I would have my friend Michael, who was really hot, deliver my gifts to Arlene. There was that lunch time reenactment of our first kiss (complete with mariachi) outside her office. I liked the art of being a gentleman (holding the door, standing for women and all that), not so much for Arlene, but because it was fun. Arlene would have her friends and coworkers over to the house or to a party. They would see the way I behaved and how much I loved Arlene and I could see it in her eyes, "That's my man." 

Yes, Arlene was proud of me. There are people proud of all of us. Proud of us for a variety of reasons. Varieties as endless as the sea. We cannot do everything. There is no need to. We can be sure that there are others. Others with different talents. Do what we do well. Focus on what makes us happy. In our happiness we will realize success. A confirmation for others. A reason to be proud. Now put together people of different talents and skills, there is a reason to be proud. The things we can do. The things we can accomplish. The most important person to be proud of us is us. It all starts from there. And as we discover the pride of the wold, let us Enjoy. 

Back to the sonnet: Chris De Burgh "Lady In Red" 

Now let's turn to the pride of the racing circuit 

Beside being a professional rally driver, Ken Block has also competed in many action sports events including skateboarding, snowboarding, and motocross. Let us focus on Ken's breath taking skills behind the wheel of a VR/360. What's a VR/360? 
Hoonigan and Forza Horizon 3 proudly presents: "[HOONIGAN] Ken Block's GYMKHANA NINE: Raw Industrial Playground" 

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The gifts of lovers to one another are, 
in respect to love, nothing but forms; 
yet, they testify to invisible love. 

Friday, September 16, 2016

This Gift to Color of Reality 
A lover kisses reality 
A painting meets reality 

This Gift (English sonnet) 

I felt you drifting by again last night
As lips of mine were taken by a dream
Whose passion made imagination steam
Till only thoughts of you remained in sight
I lay within your arms amid the stream
Of promises your presence would ignite
While wondering what senses would excite
Warm breezes adding music to your theme
As morning comes to wash the night away
To echo in another memory
A soft familiar scent still thrills the air
I open up my window to this day
This gift which changes all reality
Sweet Jasmine is my lover waiting there 

A mixed scene toys with our imagination in this English sonnet. A sweet love sonnet carries us away. In the quatrains a lover describes his night. The triplets announce the arrival of the dawn. In the end we are struck with a question. Was the lover talking about a person (his lover) or a flower (jasmine)? 

Let me put this riddle to a rest. Hopefully. The large flat, of the disco days, that Arlene and I enjoyed, had a very small garden. It consisted of two wooden garden chairs, a small table and a wall of jasmine. It was an intoxicating escape on warm day or nights when we were free. And we were free. I love the scent of jasmine. When I had gardens of my own, I planted jasmine so that the scent would come into the bedroom. So Martin loves jasmine. Arlene's skin, to me, was perfect. Add a little Opium perfume and the fragrance of Arlene's skin was exactly the same as jasmine. So, Martin loves jasmine because it reminds him of Arlene. Arlene and I enjoyed a perfect day. It was our wedding day. That evening we stayed at the Disneyland Hotel. I still remember, the scent of jasmine that filled the air from the gardens around the hotel. There, the riddle is solved. ???

So here we have it. Three things become one. Do I really love jasmine or is this just memories at play? What does it matter? We're just talking about a flower. What about phobias? It may be surprising that some of what we take in didn't happen at all. Or past is seasoning our present. What can we do about it. Be aware that it is happening. Happening to everyone, Try to live a positive life. This will add a positive seasoning to all else we do. And as we know, positive attract positives. Some of us may find ourselves in less than favorable circumstances. Find something, anything positive. It all starts from here. Paint yourself the beautiful world that you deserve, and Enjoy. 

Talk about enjoying, let's enjoy: George Benson "Breezin" 

Now the other side of reality 

Alexa Meade is an installation artist best known for her portraits painted directly onto the human body and inanimate objects in a way that collapses depth and makes her models appear two-dimensional when photographed. Transfixed by racial, political, and socioeconomic tensions saturating the news, movement artists Jon Boogz and Lil Buck, enveloped by the art of Alexa Meade, switch off the TV and release their emotion into a stirring dance that is both a lament and a spirited call to action. 
A mesmerizing reflection of the state of today’s society. "Jon Boogz | Alexa Meade | Lil Buck| 'Color of Reality'" 

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Memories are the key not to the past, 
but to the future. 
Corrie Ten Boom

Thursday, September 15, 2016

The Stranger to The Tony Robbins Experience 
A poem about lives that are changed by a stranger 
A video about a life that is changed by Tony Robbins 

The Stranger (story/poem) 

A morning like all others but for this
An odd familiar stranger walked through town
Awakened interest no soul cared to frown
He knows something we dare not want to miss
Soon neighbors starting talking as they should
Once small town strangers, learned to make new friends
Discovering they walked toward common ends
An adventure with good friends this feels quite good
Eventually the party swept all in
The stranger led them up a coastal hill
Here now familiar town began to mill
We know this stranger with his saintly grin
Then from the evening sky a blazing star
It struck and all they left was torn away
With no one hurt clear miracle in play
This day could not get any more bizarre
A song of hope the friends now undertook
They all lost something less than they had gained
The one that saved them now attentions trained
He’s gone and all he left us was this book 

Strangers become friends as a town is saved in this story/poem.  A simple enclosed rhyme pattern (ABBA) is used in this poem. A rhyming verse was used, instead of a free form, to make this poem sound more traditional. Metaphor within the poems has been minimized so that the reader can focus on the metaphor of the story/poem. 

No, I don't have a direct example to go with this poem. Let's try this out. It was 2000 and the Masonic Lodges of the Bay Area were rejuvenated. Men again were active. Men again were joining. There was one big problem. Newly initiated brothers had to learn about the fraternity and set a small portion of the ritual to memory. A personal coach was assigned to each candidate to help him advance. The problem was most men didn't advance. The very conservative Fred Nielsen and I had an idea. What if, instead of a single coach, we set up a class? What if, instead of dictating what Masonry is, we let men tell us what the fraternity meant to them? What if we open these classes to all Lodges? It was a rough first year because the idea was so new. The first written record of the Freemasons was in 1646. Candidate training hadn't changed until 2002, when Fred and I came into the picture. New men are joining, advancing and improving a valuable organization. 

Here was an example of two guys who changed an age old organisation. We may not have been average. But neither of us were rich or powerful. Neither of us were part of those running the fraternity in California. Neither of us were captains of industry or chiefs of squads. doctors or lawyers and all that. But we may not have been average. None of us are average. We are all special. We are all gifts. Gifts to bless the world around us. Easy to see an organisation changed by two guys. Not so easy to see the depth of a smile. A friendly hello. An act of kindness. See how special we are? The dawn of a new morning; it might be us, so Enjoy. 

Back to the story/poem: Lord Huron "The Stranger" 

Looking for some spiritual guidance - then skip this 

Tony Robbins is a successful buinessman, author, and philanthropist. He became well known from his infomercials and self-help books: "Unlimited Power", "Unleash the Power Within" and "Awaken the Giant Within". Then there's JP Sears JP is a YouTuber. He runs AwakenWithJP. Let'see; What else can I say about him? 
Oh yes; He made a video. "The Tony Robbins Experience - Ultra Spiritual Life episode 40"

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Many people are alive 
but don't touch the miracle of being alive. 
Thich Nhat Hanh 

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Lovers At Sea to Arm Through Window 
Lovers lost the key to happiness 
Magician locked his keys inside his truck 

Lovers At Sea (poem) 

Lovers at sea
Nothing to be
Nowhere to flee
Trapped aimlessly
Eyes cannot see
How to get free
Their destiny
Taking its fee
Losing the key
Doorway to glee
Times happily
Lost memory
Lost soulless plea
Lost to this sea
But waves kiss the shore
Of paradise close by
Bathed in the sunlight
Of promised forever
Lovers at sea
Nothing to be
Nowhere to flee
Trapped aimlessly 

Promise seems hopelessly away in this poem. If the beginning of this poem seemed somewhat boring and unimaginative and may even have gotten on our nerves then the poem did its trick. In fact the word "Lost" was added to the last three lines of the first stanza to add to the tedium. Then, appears the free verse. Refreshing and full of hope. Only to return to reality. 

Arlene and I knew Laura and Brett since high school. Laura was Arlene's classmate. Brett kind of came into the picture. They were a fun couple to hang out with. What made them even more fun was that they seemed to have the same "make-out" schedule as Arlene and me. When the mood hit us, we would disappear and meet again wearing a big smile. Laura and Brett got married a year after Arlene and me. They changed. They seemed to get old fast. They liked to visit with Arlene and me. It reminded them of the "good old" days. We invited them to go out with us, but they always had something else that had to be done first. Laura would meet with Arlene to find out how she and Brett might be more like us. But as time went on, Brett and Laura , though they loved each other very much, got older and older. At times having dinner with them was like having dinner with Arlene's parents. Brett and Laura stayed together, but couldn't rekindle the magic of old. Here is one more thing about the poem. Is it about Laura and Brett? Or is it about Arlene and me wondering what happened to our friends? 

It is easy for me to tell people that we are as old as we think. I was very active. As a parent, I forgot about my age. In my 40's I worked with people in their 60's and above; and even these acted twice their age. Still, I look back to the days Arlene and I introduced the parties to these once old men. I saw, first hand, couples revisiting a time, long believed lost. As time went on, this more youthful behavior extended beyond the parties. From the moment we are born, the body gets older. But I believe, I have seen that our minds have the power of agelessness. The mind can sometimes do what the body can't. All that is require us is to believe. Believe and we are young again. Believe and tomorrow is ours. Believe in how special you are. Believe and Enjoy. 

Let's all do some sailing away with: Govi "Sailing Away" 

How about a touch more magic 

Rumor has it, in 2017 Volvo plans to introduce cars that will not lock and unlock with keys but with a mobile phone application. This means no more locking our keys in the car. But that is in the future. What can we do if we lock our keys in the car now? Here's what Rahat Hossain, of MagicofRahat, does. 
Also, there's the magic hammer. "ARM THROUGH WINDOW MAGIC TRICK!!" 

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Aging is not lost youth but a new stage 
of opportunity and strength. 
Betty Friedan

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Heartbeat Reminder to Ambulance  
To a lover a heartbeat is a reminder that he is in love 
To a drunk a heartbeat is a reminder that he is choking 

Heartbeat Reminder (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Each heartbeat a reminder loving you
The reason the sun blessed another day
Just ask the flowers they’ll admit it’s true
A scent that heaven is not far away
Each thought of you awakes a melody
The dance of lover kissed by satin light
Just ask the stars their whispers you will see
The dream-lit path that leads my soul to flight
Each maddened moment that we are apart
A lifetime of surrender to the dark
Just ask a tear the secrets of the heart
The Joys of you forever will remark
Each heartbeat a reminder loving this
Each thought awakes a moment that you kiss

A world that becomes her is expressed in this Shakespearean sonnet. In this sonnet every first line begins with the word "Each", describing an instance. The third lines, of the quatrains, answers with "Just ask", confirming the instance. The whole sonnet is brought together in the rhyming couplet, where the memories of the first two quatrains are brought back. 

There is no question that Arlene was an important part of my life. One could say, we were a match made in heaven. Let's continue to think that. Let's put aside the fact that Arlene and I were just different enough. Alike and yet different. By accepting and taking advantage of the fact that there were some things we each did better than the other, together we became so much more. For instance (on the base side), I was a better house cleaner. Arlene was a better decorator. She would catch the things I would miss. This took the pressure off of me. The result was a cleaner house. Professionally, I was  dreamer and Arlene was more down to earth. By bouncing ideas off of each other (it was not only fun) our ideas became more. In entertainment, we were different enough to be an escape from our norm, yet there was always a doorway to return. We grew as individuals. We grew as a team. And what a team. 

We started with a love poem. This led to a tale of lovers, who made a life together. This bring things to us and our world. I believe instead of arguing about things that we think are wrong, let us work together to fix our world. What I mean is: Instead of sitting around a table, fighting about whose ideas are better, bring about a smile or two. Arguments very rarely accomplish anything. They are a waste of energy. Energy that can be better used in building something (like a smile). A smile is a person who is listening to us. And from there we start. I believe that there is a natural order of things. All things. I believe that by working together we can, we will efficiently build to that natural order. All that is not right will disappear on its own. We don't have to give any energy to negatives. Let us use every ounce of our energy to bring about smiles. And as the world around us, because of us,  gets better, Enjoy. 

How about a song with that sonnet: Santa Esmeralda "You're My Everything" 

Some people get first aid confused with lemonade 

The abdominal thrusts (or the Heimlich maneuver) is a first aid procedure used to treat upper airway obstructions (or choking) by foreign objects. The term Heimlich maneuver is named after Dr. Henry Heimlich, who first described it in 1974. Normally an easy and somewhat safe procedure, there are some who should be outlawed from using this procedure. Austin Nasso , of Chaabros, is one of those people. 
Or maybe it's just the alcohol. "Ambulance" 

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The sweetest of all sounds 
is that of the voice of the woman we love. 
Jean de la Bruyere

Monday, September 12, 2016

Beauty Which Is You to Good Photo Side 
The mysterious beauty of a loved one 
Capturing that perfect beauty in a photo 

Beauty Which Is You (Shakespearean sonnet) 

There is a peace in beauty which is you
A comfort which so gently fills the air
The glories of the kiss of morning’s dew
The hope which streams from dreams which hold you there
No greater treasure pleasure need I seek
Than what the stars have granted moment here
To lose myself in charm of your mystique
And know the warmth of paradise is near
Here all but you seems endless worlds away
Tomorrows have no weight to them at all
The meaning of mere words fall to decay
Such is the depth of restful beauty’s fall
So grateful for your blessing brought to me
To breath awhile inside eternity

A lover is entranced in this Shakespearean sonnet. Here we meet a person glorifying his world. As the sonnet flows on, we suspect that he is a lover lost in a wonder. As the sonnet goes on, he ventures deeper into his mystery. When the rhyming couplet arrives to conclude the sonnet. the lover resolves himself to stop questioning and just take in this wonder. 

I love you women. I love my Amor, my present wife. Men, listen to me. Ladies really do respond to compliments. Honest compliments. Let me give everyone an example of what I'm talking about. Amor is up there in years. She likes expensive jewelry, especially gold. More than expensive jewelry, she really likes me to tell her how pretty she is. Really. There are two results from me telling Amor she's beautiful: The flood of selfies on Facebook and she is getting more good looking. We can laugh at the flood of selfies, but they are proof that Amor is really getting more beautiful. Amor was attractive nine years ago, when we first met. It was more her ability to take my mind off of my problems than her looks that attracted me to her. When I die, it will be because of laughter. Amor is nine years older now. Nine years more beautiful. The proof is in those pictures. Men, all women have this power. 

Women and beauty; just one small example of positive being. That's right, more than positive thinking. Positive being. Making our whole life positive. Sound silly? Tell that to Chevron Corporation, who made unbelievable profits by adopting and training its employees in completely positive ways of thinking. Customer complaints were taken as gifts of what we could do better. What are we doing well and how might it be better. Everything changed. Changed for the positive. Likes attract likes. Now negative will want to mess things up. But they will have to wait in line with all of the positives. Will they last? "Nothing is perfect." Oh ya? Let's see. More and more positive lights are turning on. And while our positive light changes the world, Enjoy. 

Let's have a song: Secret Garden "Simply You" 

Now to the subject of the perfect photo 

The first fully digital camera to be created was in December 1975. It was developed by an engineer in Kodak Company and took 23 seconds to create the first photograph. In today's world selfies have gotten extremely popular. The challenge remains; capturing that perfect shot. Here to help us take that perfect photo is Natalie Tran of the Community Channel. 
We may not enjoy that perfect photo with Natalie, but we will enjoy a good laugh. "Good Photo Side" 

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The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode 
but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. 
It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion 
that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows 
with the passing years. 
Audrey Hepburn

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Red Rock to From Here On Out 
Couples find a place to celebrate a beginning 
Individuals find a place to celebrate themselves   

Red Rock (lyrical poem) 

It set upon a golden stair
With dreams of kisses waiting there
An island in a peaceful sea
Of stars that twinkled everywhere
It’s there my lover waits for me
To add our names so carefully
With legends who had come before
And share with them eternity
Red Rock a haven lovers’ hideaway
Red Rock a memory for yesterday
So to each night our dreams can safely stray
Red Rock a heart where lovers go to play
We grew and ran to Red Rock’s shore
But found a new world to explore
And left the stone to hearts that moan
While lovers dance upon a floor
Red Rock a piece of heaven slipped away
Red Rock a memory for yesterday
So to each night two children safely stray
Red Rock will keep our values on display
We were young and on our own
And through a tempest we were thrown
Into a world which didn’t care
As much as we about a stone
This rock without a single voice to say
Red Rock a memory for yesterday
So to each night a lover’s tear will stray
To the rock up on a hill
To the rock residing still
In hearts of lovers
It hovers
Warm covers
Like those of Red Rock 

One more couple joins a memory in this lyrical poem. The verses in this lyrical poem are set up like a round. The round happens and makes itself know on the third line of each verse. The last verse leads back to the first. The last chorus turns into a coda. 

It is gone now. Apartments have taken its place. Back in the day, in the Diamond Heights district there was a naked hill, crowned by a large rock. The rock had a view of the San Francisco Bay and the Pacific Ocean. The only way to get to the rock was to climb. Climb the hill. This was Red Rock. A place for young lovers to go, share a kiss and add their names to all those who had gone before. Arlene and I were one of those couples. We kissed and etched our names on the eastern side of Red Rock. As custom had it, a couple only had to visit Red Rock once. Kiss and leave their names. From then on, a couple would catch an occasional glimpse of the rock and know what happened there. Ironically, the rock and the hill were replaced were replaced by apartments during the sane time period that Arlene and I were having problems. Imagine waking up and continuing on with a love affair and finding a whole hill gone. Red Rock is gone. The names are gone. But I was there.

Red Rock is gone. Dancing in ice cream parlors is gone. Bad movies for kissing teens in theaters, gone. These were passing moments. Some of many. They come and go. There are new moments all of the time. All those crazy kids and their cell phones. Moments. Those high school years. The latest hit show that everyone just has to watch (but me). Moments. Even the great empires were moments. Then there is the greatest moment of all: You and me, now. That's right, accept it or not, we are all moments. Moments for ourselves and everyone, everything we touch. Most moments tend to take ourselves for granted. After all, we ave been living with this amazement, this moment all of our lives. Doubt? Take a moment to ponder all that you do well. Red Rock is gone. but we just celebrated one of many moment's memory of it. This is your moment. You are this moment so Enjoy. 

In honor of Red Rock: Peter Hollens "Kiss The Girl" 

You romantics are going to love this viral video 

According to Dating Averages, the most common time for breakups is around three to five months. What people do after a breakup varies a great deal. Philip Wang, of Wong Fu Productions, has come up with a moving direction. His vision is that everyone has excuses to stay. Find reasons to go. Then we find out that this is not limited to relationships that don't work. 
Not all viral videos I select are funny. I hope that we enjoy this one. "From Here On Out" 

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Life isn't a matter of milestones, 
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