Monday, September 25, 2017

Magic Of A Summer’s Breeze to True Love: Songify Princess Bride 
The song of love is carried on the summer's breeze 
The song of love is carried in a fantasy 

Magic Of A Summer’s Breeze (English sonnet) 

Fulfill the magic of a summer’s breeze
Sweet jasmine marks your music in the air
Each breath of life feels Joy about to flare
There waits a moment only you can please
The sun awaits a hint that you are there
So it can light a symphony in trees
Such songs of birds and flowers love decrees
An instant always is about to share
Such memories will time commit to streams
Which cause a heart to beat upon a day
And listen for the whisperings of bliss
Fulfill the summers of my endless dreams
Grant everything of meaning satin sway
With melodies enchanted by a kiss 

A lover lost in summer delights which she made so real is sung through this English sonnet. As most sonnets of this type, this one is broken into two parts.The first part (the quatrains) gives examples. The second part (the triplets) deals with generalities (at least until the kiss). 

Summers have always been Arlene's and my favorite time of the year. During our time, Hawaii was the must place to go. For years Arlene bothered me about going to Hawaii. For years I successfully skirted the issue. Then Arlene's cousin and wife, Jeff and Janice, moved Maui. They were always great to go out with. so when they asked us to visit them Arlene finally won; and Hawaii here we come. We stayed at the Hyatt, with a great view of the inland. Here we were in Hawaii with so much to see, so much to do. That was not Arlene's plan. She and Janice went out shopping. Jeff and I tallied along. We did not even attend one of the luaus, happening each night. Jeff and Janice took us around to their favorite dance clubs. And so the days went. In my mind, I wondered. "We came all the way to Hawaii for this." With one day to go Jeff and Janice took to a luau/dinner. After dinner came the Polynesian dancers. They finished their performance by selecting people from the audience to join them. Arlene was one of the people selected. Then I woke up. As I watched Arlene dance I realized that I was in paradise with the most beautiful treasure on earth. It must have been obvious because Jeff said to me, "You got it, brother." On the final day, I was rewarded by the return of some of things I missed. Hawaii was more.

Hawaii was a great lesson for me. On the island of Maui, there is plenty to see and do for us tourists. With all these "things" calling, it was Arlene, not me, who wanted to go to Hawaii. Another note: whenever I go to a new restaurant, I order things I tasted elsewhere. This gives me a starting point, a perspective. When I went to Hawaii I could have made Arlene my perspective. Shopping in Hawaii and meeting the people was her dream. How many people get to see, be a part of, vacation in someone else's dream? Life is wonderful. Let us open our self up and Enjoy.

Let's have a d\summer song: The Moon Loungers "Summer Breeze" by The Isley Brothers 

Love can be a fantasy 

The Princess Bride is a 1987 romantic fantasy adventure comedy-drama film directed and co-produced by Rob Reiner, and starring Cary Elwes, Robin Wright, Mandy Patinkin, Chris Sarandon, Wallace Shawn, André the Giant and Christopher Guest. Adapted by William Goldman from his 1973 novel of the same name, it tells the story about a farmhand named Westley, accompanied by befriended companions along the way, who must rescue his true love Princess Buttercup from the odious Prince Humperdinck. The story is presented in the film as a book being read by a grandfather (Peter Falk) to his sick grandson (Fred Savage). 
Songify and Schmoyoho have created a love song from the movie. "True Love: Songify Princess Bride" 

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In the depth of winter I finally learned that 
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Albert Camus


Saturday, September 23, 2017

Upon The Verge to The Expert 
A different reality meets the streets 
A different reality meets the corporate world 

Upon The Verge (Italian sonnet) 

My life felt so completely rearranged
The walls once tall were crumbling down on me
And all I thought I knew became estranged
Till there was only one place left to flee
Then all I needed was a homeless man
Insisting that I buy some news from him
As he now blocked my pathway to the plan
I bought his wares so I could end my swim
At last I came to stand upon the verge
Of questions which are best left to unknown
When suddenly was taken by some urge
To read what other people had just sown
I read about a man who died today
And all the people which he left behind
The stars put on a beautiful display
While winds across my cheek can be so kind 

A man's life is changed by the news of a homeless man in this Italian sonnet. This poem uses the Italian sonnet form to tell a story, If we think something more is going on in the last quatrain, we might be right.

At work, I might have taken on too much. Things weren't going well. Projects were falling behind. People weren't happy. For the first time, what was once pleasure and enjoyment became a job. It was lunch time. I was outside taking a walk. It was a time when every block downtown was occupied by the homeless. Among these were homeless people selling the "Street Sheet" (a newspaper about the plights of the homeless). A homeless man named C J more than aggressively insisted that I buy one of his papers. I did. As I went back to work and throughout that day, I reflected on C J's act, Also my day seemed to go better, The next day, I saw C J again. Whether it was that I knew how he was going to act or how my day improved after I bought a paper from him; I bought another one. My day got better. I shared how my days were getting better with C J, when I saw him the next day. We laughed about it. As the days went on, I associated my good fortune with buying papers from C J. My days had not only returned, they were better than before. Then C J disappeared. I would never see him again.

We could call this magic, Chevron taught a magic of a different kind. It is called the power of positive thinking. In short: Accept only positives. Turn (or translate) all else into a positive. For example: if someone calls me fat. Maybe they want me to know. Maybe they're having a bad day. Being "fat" should not bother us, unless it is our own motivation to lose a few pounds. Not only should accept only positives. we should know and accept that all things can be better. We may be great cooks but how can we improve? If someone complains:Accept the complaint as a gift; An opportunity for improvement. What happened to me was negatives had taken control of my environment, C J and The Street Sheets took my mind and stopped it from feeding the negative energy. Living in the positive takes practice. Think of it this way: There is positive and negative in this world. Where do we invest our energy? The better day is coming. It starts with us. We know it is coming when we Enjoy.

Someone else received a gift: Seether "The Gift" 

Let's not be late for an important business meeting 

In geometry a line is straight (no curves). It has no thickness and it extends in both directions without end (infinitely). If it does have ends it is called a "Line Segment".
Red is one of the additive primary colors of visible light. 
Why is this important to know? 
Let's go to a meeting sponsored by Lauris Beinerts and find out. "The Expert (Short Comedy Sketch)"

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Thursday, September 21, 2017

The Call to Bad Lip Reading of Narcos 
A disaster brings about a phone call 
A Drug Enforcement Agency plan turns into a dsiaster 

The Call (free form poem) 

Just called you up to check how you’re doin’
Yes it is me
I’m doin’ fine
I miss you too
They’re all doin’ fine
Brenda landed a new job
Jimmy has a girlfriend
Michelle discovered makeup
I’m dealing with it
Yes I heard
That’s why I’m callin’
How are you holdin’ up
I’m sorry I just found out
I should have called more often
How are the kids takin’ it
I know I know It must be so confusing
But why didn’t you call me when this happened
I know I know
I’ll catch the next plane there
I should be there by tomorrow
Is anyone there

One side of a mysterious phone call makes up this free form poem. I'll be the first to admit this verges on the world of flash fiction. And yet, what is a poem?

This phone call was inspired by a strange story about Tim and Tabitha. Arlene and I met them in college. The bet going around was which would come first: marriage or graduation. It was in my third year when it happened. Tim and Tabitha broke up. What the exact cause was was very unclear. The girl got one story. We guys got another. Arlene and I stayed friends with them both. They both got married shortly after they graduated. But not to each other. About three years latter, Tabitha's husband got a job opportunity in Texas. Their parents threw a big Farewell/Good Luck party. At the party was Tim And his wife. As Arlene and I were off dancing during the disco era, Tim got into parenting. It seems that Tim stayed in touch with Tabitha. When we had dinner or lunch together, Tim would catch us up with the latest news about Tabitha and her family. The same year Arlene and I bought our house, Tim's wife was diagnosed with cancer. After almost a year she died. At her funeral was Tabitha and her husband. Tim was getting back on his feet when Arlene got some dreadful news. Tabitha's husband was killed in a car accident. Tim rushed off to be with her.

End of story No, Tabitha and Tim never remarried; including each other. Tabitha moved back into the Bay Area. The couple became the closest of friends.

Maybe it's just me. It seems that there is an order to life. We have a couple, who weren't meant to marry each other. They built a bond for the harsh times which lay ahead. Then I look at me. The right person for the right time. There were so many things, big and small, that I was the perfect person for. And all that went before to bring me to each moment. Even Arlene. She was brought to a school's PTA at just the right moment when the "old leader" retired. Timing or life? Look at our life. Perhaps there was an (or more) order or purse that seemed so right. Sure, it could be some random events that happened to come together. Or, a door that opened and we took the opportunity of. Even all of these are pretty amazing. Life is amazing. And it's all there for us to Enjoy.

And this all started with a phone call: Free Realms performing Lady Gaga's "Telephone"

Meanwhile in Columbia 

Narcos is a crime drama web television series created and produced by Chris Brancato, Carlo Bernard, and Doug Miro. Season 1 originally aired on August 28, 2015, as a Netflix exclusive. Set and filmed in Colombia, Seasons 1 and 2 tell the story of drug kingpin Pablo Escobar, who became a billionaire through the production and distribution of cocaine. The series also focuses on Escobar's interactions with drug lords, DEA agents, and various opposition entities. Season 3 picks up after the fall of Escobar and continues to follow the DEA as they go up against the rise of the infamous Cali Cartel.
Here is Bad Lip Reading and their version of Narcos. "'SOY PABLO' Extended Trailer -- A Bad Lip Reading of Narcos, a Netflix Original Series

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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

A Person Died Today to The Floor Is Lava 
A Fiery reminder 
A fiery reality  

A Person Died Today (Poem)

He died today twas no one there
And not a sole his cross to bear
Alone forgotten by his heirs
This silent child without a care
No one to weep or mourn his loss
No glimpse or hint of memories lost
No rose nor any idol gloss
Into a fire this thing we tossed
To see to feel a life thus earned
To see the long forgotten urn
To this I pray reflections churn
To this his pyre I too might burn
I wipe my hands and walk away
It was not me who died that day
If so are those will proudly say
That’s Martin Kloess who came this way
And some will weep and some will cry
And others dance as I go by
And some may take a chance to try
And some may take a comfort sigh
A lesson if you did not know
To take your life and make it glow
My life’s a seed for you to sow
And in the end your light will flow 

A person died and a person lives make up this poem. This poem uses a very subtle signal to mark a change. In the third and fifth stanza a minor ostinato is used: "To" in the third. "And" in the fifth. The changes are: the poem moves from a person to me to us. 

The Masonic funeral is a set performance of words all set to memory. It takes about 8 to 12 minutes to perform. I performed 147 Masonic funerals from 1999 to 2010. The strangest one was this one. I get a phone call from a funeral director that a Mason had died. Could I perform the funeral? I got my friend, David, to be the chaplain, The day of the funeral, at the funeral parlor, only the director was there. After some time the wife and her nurse arrived. The wife was completely incoherent. David and I waited for anyone else to show up. When the nurse said the wife had to return to the care home we decided to proceed. I remember all those empty seats. The only ones there were David and I, the wife, her nurse and the dead man. As I performed the funeral the wife began to talk to me. I worked her idle chatter into my performance. When I was done, the nurse thanked David and I and took the wife out. As David and I left there were the man's two sons.

The shadow of that day lives within me. To have a funeral and not even one's sons attends. To have lived a whole life and there is no one to wish one fair well. It is so sad. Then look at what life did with this picture. We have a man who died and no one attended his funeral. We have a wife who mentally was protected from the moment. We have a funeral director who went above and beyond his job. We have nurse who had to care and speak for her charge. We have two volunteers who performed the service. We have two sons. We have people. We have lives. We have lessons. Life has given me a lesson, a gift. What gifts has life given us, Isn't life wonderful? Aren't we wonderful? Take in life's lessons and Enjoy.

And who best can teach us to enjoy: Mozart "Lacrimosa" 

A new fiery fun 

In 2010 we had "icing." Then came "planking." Then, of course, the infamous ice bucket challenge. If Snapchat and Instagram are any indication, this summer's hottest viral prank might have been the "lava challenge." It's a simple game. A friend shouts "the floor is lava!" and we have exactly 5 seconds to get to higher ground. This could mean climbing a store shelf, hopping on a fire hydrant or jumping on the counter of a fast-food restaurant. The game itself has been around on schoolyards for years. We might remember it from our childhood. 
Freddie Wong and RocketJump bring new meaning to "the floor is lava" trend. "The Floor is Lava" 

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Sunday, September 17, 2017

The Teardrop to The Fast and the Furious: Goodbye Scene 
A strange goodbye 
An endless goodbye 

The Teardrop (Italian sonnet)  

A teardrop someone wept alone that night
Was doomed to fade away into the sun
Another day of life had just begun
And tears were things which people hide from sight
Two lovers chanced to happen to the scene
A youthful pair who stopped awhile to kiss
But in the air was something gone amiss
A whisper shared a wayward wind did glean
She sadly stood and watched him disappear
A heartbeat joined the whisper of goodbye
So strange it was she didn’t even cry
Except one droplet of a precious tear
Was fate or stars or wonderment unknown
The lonely tear and precious gem then met
And together Joyous rainbows set
For they no longer had to fade alone

Two strange fates form one ending to this Italian sonnet. Nothing special or hidden in this sonnet. It is just a sweet story set to rhyme. 

When Arlene and I where running the Lodge parties, Walter and Maggie where two of our victims. Walter and Maggie were an elderly couple. They were caught in the magic of our dances from the very beginning. At our first dance, Arlene and I hired a singer who was also a dance instructor. Walter was one of the guys she got on the dance floor. Well all I can say is dancing is magic. Maggie would send Arlene and me cookie as a thank you. Maggie died. After a time Walter came back to the dances in memory of Maggie. There were two other loyal victims of our dances. They had a friend who had just lost her husband. They brought her to a wine trip, Arlene and I had organized and introduced her to Walter. They hit it off. They came to a couple of our dances and strangely disappeared. It turned out Walter was no longer able to drive. He and the new lady got married and moved into the Masonic retirement homes.

Lucky indeed are those who's life turns out somewhat close to what they had planned. Some folks are extremely gifted in planning for the unexpected. Arlene and I were extreme talented in event planning and what to do if and when things went awry. Life is a bit more involved than even the most complex event. It is my belief that no one truly and completely knows what tomorrow holds. I have lived a perfect day. A day when not a thing went wrong, Such things are possible. But that was only one day. When I say life is unpredictable, this can be positive as well as negatives. Good things do pop up unexpectedly. So what do we do? First, know, we are  not alone. Life is unpredictable to others. Most importantly: Trust in ourselves. Know that we can meet any challenge. (Also, regardless of what we are told, help is available.) Life is a wonderful. Unpredictability is part of that wonder. We are part of that wonder. So let us Enjoy.

Some music to reflect by: Hiroyuki Sawano "Eye Water" 

It can be hard to say goodbye 

Furious 7 (alternatively known as Fast & Furious 7 and Fast 7) is a 2015 film directed by James Wan and written by Chris Morgan. It is the seventh installment in The Fast and the Furious franchise. The film stars Vin Diesel, Paul Walker, Dwayne Johnson, Michelle Rodriguez, Tyrese Gibson, Chris "Ludacris" Bridges, Jordana Brewster, Djimon Hounsou, Kurt Russell, and Jason Statham. Furious 7 follows Dominic Toretto (Diesel), Brian O'Conner (Walker), and the rest of their team, who have returned to the United States to live normal lives after securing amnesty for their past crimes in Fast and Furious 6 (2013), until Deckard Shaw (Statham), a rogue special forces assassin seeking to avenge his comatose younger brother, puts the team in danger once again. One of the big non-action moments was the "Goodbye Scene".  
Let's see what the folks of Studio C do with this scene. "The Fast and the Furious 7 Parody: Goodbye Scene" 

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We must let go of the life we have planned, 
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Joseph Campbell


Friday, September 15, 2017

I Crossed A Bridge to Parody vs Original - Stairs 
One man faces his bridge 
Another man faces his his stairs 

I Crossed A Bridge (poem) 

I crossed a bridge that wasn’t there
And from their perches voices stare
In emptiness so much to share
If one could speak they wouldn’t dare
I sit on stairs not meant to climb
We witness to some long lost crime
And wonder why the church bells chime
To moments safely held in time
I unlock doors that never close
I ask them why I get a pose
I thought we’d share a last repose
I dreamt dreams were bright lit suppose
I crossed a bridge not made by me
Behind are doors that will not free
Ahead a world of what’s to be
With all the bridges they will see 

Through a confused world a man finds his way home in this poem. This seems like  simple rhyme. Each line is a metaphor. A hint to what's going on happened at the end of the third stanza. This poem is written in iambic octameter. (Eight beats of weak followed by strong pulses.) In the forth line of the third stanza the iambic pulse is broken. 

I did have a pretty amazing life, but there was a big question mark. I went to college to be music teacher. One year before I graduated, I was told there would not be a future for music teachers. I was a pretty good singer and song writer. My partner and I got an audition at Fantasy Records. Days before the audition, my partner fell apart (family problems). My photographer career ended when Arlene became self conscience about the models. And so it was with all the opportunities that came my way. Let's skip ahead a couple of decades. To be a Freemason a man was assigned a personal mentor. He would help the candidate memorize his obligations and make sure he understood the basic framework of Masonry. All that changed in 2005 when Fred Nielsen and I introduced a new system.It was the Masonic Information Night. One night a week were any Mason could learn. It is open to anyone, but the rituals are only shared with Masons. The classes proved more effective in advancing men, sharing information and getting men involved. After leading these classes for four years, it was time to turn these classes over to the structure of Freemasonry. I was outside the building at the time. All I had been through has brought me to this.

Life is a riddle. What does it all mean? Why do things happen as they do? We could get lost in theories. There is one truth. It is there in the mirror. It is us. We are the the answer to all that happened to us.  We could go back through our memories to our childhood. We could explore our feelings towards our parents. But we can never fully know them. Then there are those ever changing memories. So it is with all things. All that was; All that happened brought us here.  Pretty amazing, when we think about it. And here is where our life's answers lie. (This doesn't mean not to use facts information, leads out there to help us.) For now, here we are, The product of all that happened to us. A reason enough to Enjoy.

Need some more clues: The Tallest Man on Earth  "the Dreamer" 

Let's cross the bridge to silliness 

The Untouchables was a 1987 film directed by Brian De Palma staring Kevin Costner and Robert De Niro; In the film federal agent Eliot Ness sets out to stop Al Capone; because of rampant corruption, he assembles a small, hand-picked team.
Let's climb the stairs with Antonio Maria Da Silva AMDSFilms to something different. "PARODY VS ORIGINAL. EP1. MOVIE MASHUP. AMDSFILMS." 

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Joseph Campbell

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Her Smile to Club Seduction 
One lady's seduction is her smile 
Another lady's seduction is lost to the unknown 

Her Smile (sonnet) 

Behold oh happy heart her smile yet glows
In dreams once set to wonder at her touch
While wandering mid stars which she would clutch
As she would recreate the scent of rose
There never was a smile which dared so much
To share with us another way to dance
Of possibilities behind a chance
But for a moment we can be as such
A smile returning flowers now enhance
Each adding unique flavor to her style
A simple show her life was all worthwhile
Forever’s lover will fall in her trance
Now as she sleeps what dreams does she beguile
Which calls me off to wander with a smile

A smile so enchanting wanders through a sonnet. At first glaze this looks like a Shakespearean sonnet. On closer examination, it doesn't follow the Shakespearean rhyme scheme. The center rhymes become the outer rhymes of the following stanza. 

It is no secret, I'm a sucker for a kiss. Arlene did have a "take me away" smile. There was a time when that smile disappeared. Arlene was working at a computer company. It was a small start-up. The employees were like a family. Arlene liked this job a lot. Something big was discovered at her job. Something that required the "family" to put in extra hours. Whatever it was went on for weeks. The owners brought in food, entertainment and other incentives. At the home front, I could tell the hours were getting to Arlene. It was in her smile.

It was a Thursday. I arrived at Arlene's job unexpected. Little did Arlene know that I contacted the owners and shared my concern about Arlene. With a little confusion, I convinced Arlene to come with me, to the cheers of her coworkers. I took Arlene to her favorite store for some clothes shopping, From there I took her to an early dinner, After dessert, I handed her a note. It was a thank you note from the owners, with a check to cover dinner. From dinner, I took Arlene for a little dancing. I could tell she was tired, so even though she was enjoying the evening, I took her home.  After a shower, I gave her a message. Somewhere in there Arlene fell asleep. As I turned off the lights I caught sight of her face. There was that smile which said it all.

Sometimes the doctor doesn't take his own advise. No one has to tell us or remind us about taking a break or a time-out from something that is a chore. What if it's something we like? What if we really like our job? What if we're really into something? Overall, this can be a good thing. But stay alert. Our body has ways of communicating with us. Even the best job can make us tired. Some routines, though they seem pleasant, may have a negative effect on us and/or take a tole on our enjoyment of it. Stay alert. Take breaks. Do or try something different  or a different way of doing things. "Variety is the spice of life." Not just a saying, There are meanings, depths in it. Believe it or not, all of this is for us to Enjoy.

Back to the smile: Daryl Hall and John Oates "Sarah Smile" 

A smile is one thing. Then there's...

Five interesting fact about smiles:
  1. Forcing yourself to smile can boost your mood: Psychologists have found that even if you’re in bad mood, you can instantly lift your spirits by forcing yourself to smile.
  2. It boosts your immune system: Smiling really can improve your physical health, too. Your body is more relaxed when you smile, which contributes to good health and a stronger immune system.
  3. Smiles are contagious: It’s not just a saying: smiling really is contagious, scientists say. In a study conducted in Sweden, people had difficulty frowning when they looked at other subjects who were smiling, and their muscles twitched into smiles all on their own.
  4. Smiles Relieve Stress: Your body immediately releases endorphins when you smile, even when you force it. This sudden change in mood will help you feel better and release stress.
  5. Women smile more than men: Generally, women smile more than men, but when they participate in similar work or social roles, they smile the same amount. This finding leads scientists to believe that gender roles are quite flexible. Boy babies, though, do smile less than girl babies, who also make more eye contact. 
Then there's this. "Baroness von Sketch Show | Club Seduction | IFC" 

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Monday, September 11, 2017

Your Dreams to Great Day 
Some dreams are blessings for all 
Some dreams are questionable 

Your Dreams (poem) 

Turn on your dreams across the waiting sky
The day has dawned to see a rare gift fly
Though hidden voices try to hold you back
A heart beats hope which nothing can deny
So many stars so many flowers bloom
Yet only one this time and place assume
Just one more face to lose among the crowd
Or guiding light a scent of hope’s perfume
So much of life is seasoning of you
Great things may grow of smallest thing you do
Or simply sit and leave to someone else
The time is ticking on a moment true
Those voices with their shouts of some escape
To clouds which no one else has seen before
They breed upon your emptiness and doubt
These tears await to see your darkest night
Turn on your dreams and let that stranger go
Let all who touch you bask amid your glow
Let gift of you inspire another’s flow
The world is blessed through dreams which you bestow

Dreams, held back, blossom into reality with this poem. Not only is this poem about dream, its structure imitates realizing dreams. In the first three stanzas the third line doesn't rhyme. This represents a shortcoming. The fourth stanza doesn't rhymes at all. In the final stanza all the lines rhyme. 

I have been blessed to have lived a dream. Though I did have one day that was absolutely perfect from beginning to end, my dream was not perfect. My childhood was a nightmare. Thank God I met Mr. Johnny Land, a teacher, who would give me a life most can only dream about. I have been a singer, a song writer, a photographer, a teacher, a speaker, a leader and a volunteer. Awards? Oh yes, I have quite a few. My biggest is from San Francisco, for my work with the public schools, and the Freemasons, for my charity work. Though I was not a world traveler, I have seen much of America and turned California inside out. My life has been so blessed that, religious or not, I had to give back. I consider myself. economically, lower middle class. Chevron, the Masons, friendships, associates financed my dreams. Now I find myself on the other side of life's riddle. My life was so full, it is hard getting old. I did so much. I miss it all. I miss Arlene. But then comes the dream in the form of Amor, my new wife. How can I be sad with Amor around? My life now is so drastically different from what it was, my doctors have suggested I take antidepressants. I told the doctors, I don't need medication, I have Amor.

Dreams; I put it out there that they are not just a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. They can and do come into the real world. Ever gone to a stage production lately? The things going on, right before our eyes. Ever use a cell phone? 50 years ago they were science fiction. Someone had a dream. And us? Do we have a dream? In today's world it is even easier to realize our dreams. The first step is knowing, accepting that we can. The next step is knowing ourselves and what is important to us. Then all that remains is the doing. (Not talking or thinking about it, but doing.) We may fall a little short if our dream(s) is really big, but there are dreams within dreams. We may not ever be President of the United States, but few have tried and even fewer have run. President? That someone special? That life? The possibilities of dreams are endless, limitless. We are wonderful. The fertile soil of so much more. Live that dream and Enjoy.

Take it away Harriet: Mack David/Al Hoffman/Jerry Livingston 
"A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes" 

Then there is the illusion 

Cocaine is a powerfully addictive stimulant drug made from the leaves of the coca plant native to South America. Although health care providers can use it for valid medical purposes, such as local anesthesia for some surgeries. Cocaine increases levels of the natural chemical messenger dopamine in brain circuits controlling pleasure and movement. 
What is the point to knowing about this illegal drug? Take it away Lonely Island. "Great Day" 

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Saturday, September 9, 2017

The Answer to Granny Grab Your Gun (Part 2) 
Tankas about answers 
Grannies continue to search for answers 

Was Always There (tanka) 

It was always there
Though imagined places searched
Unknown waters lurched
While it waited hopefully
The answer about one’s self

Crystal Shores (tanka) 

In the moonlit night
Somewhere mid life’s crystal shores
Lovers once again
Search heaven’s stars for answers
Found within each other’s heart

The Answer (tanka) 

The lovers wondered
Will the season come again
Warmed by winds of youth
And as they searched tomorrows
Found the answer in their eyes

Answers are explored in these tankas. A traditional tanka is 5 lines of 31 syllables total, arranged thus: 5/7/5/7/7. The modern tanka started to appear as early as 1862 with the noted poet Ōgai Mori. Modern tankas challenge the traditional rules. One of these noted modern tanka writers was Nobuyuki Ōkuma (1893–1977). He distinguished himself as an outspoken social critic, yet he also excelled at tanka in his younger days. Here is one of his tankas: 

Third-Class Car on a Night Train

crumpled handkerchief
in one hand
with no baggage
slender legs exposed
standing near the door
and sighing from time to time

Talk about "the rules". I used to work at Chevron Corporation. My job was Customer Assistant. A Chevron employee comes to me with any graphic or Art oriented job and I figure out how to get it done (and even coordinate). These could be anything from a simple copy job to the big 100 year anniversary party for the Chevron airport hangars. My talent was thinking outside the store that sells the box. My thinking was: with Chevron's money anything could be accomplished and we'll work down hill from there. I was different and my clients had to get use to (get over) it. I would wear suits or nice sports coats. But I would dye my hair. I also wore an earring. One that dangled. I was a sight to see. I was Martin. I earned the privilege to look different at Chevron's headquarters. I had coordinated the printing and distribution of Chevron's Standardized Accounting Practices. I introduced a better Refinery Training and Safety brochure. Before there were computers, there was the (information) War Room. I brought it to Chevron. These were just an inkling of the things I did to allow me to walk outside "the rules" in the corporate world. (Not only walk but see.)

We are all different (unique, individuals). Yet, in some matters we conform to a norm. Some people tend to dress similar to those they hang around with. People tend to associate with others of similar likes, beliefs and interests.People tend to speak the language {including accents and dialects) as those in their communities. To be truly different; To stand out in a crowd, may come at a cost. People may stare. People may talk. People may treat us differently. ...and there are the bullies. We may or may not get use it. We are all different. Take pride in our uniqueness. Be proud of who we are. I believe the big "rule" is: Be true to yourself. In the end, confidence will win out. Remember, we are wonderful. Being who we are give worlds to Enjoy.

Need some more inspiration: Jessie J "Who You Are" 

Gun. mace or cat 

According to the LA Times, there is little difference if a gun or pepper spray is used for home or personal protection. It is interesting though that more men prefer guns, while pepper spray is preferred by a majority of women. 
Master Ken, of EnterTheDojoShow, has another idea. "Granny Grab Your Gun! (Part 2)" 

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Thursday, September 7, 2017

There’s Something In The Wind to What About "Non-Stop" 
The wind whispers of a moment 
Two doormen excite of a moment 

There’s Something In The Wind (Italian sonnet) 

There’s something in the wind which calls to me
A scent of heaven playing on my heart
A promise path mid all which life can be
And hopes and dreams are never far apart
There’s something in the wind which makes me stray
To realms where reason’s spring still sweetly charms
And passion is the purpose of the day
While wonder waits to thrills with outstretched arms
Why waste this moment searching for a clue
Or search out purposes which might explain
The times to make a memory are few
Don’t let the stain of pain spoil soft refrain
There’s something in the wind which warms my soul
A whisper all I know to be is right
A whispered pledge that I’ll again be whole
When wind will draw you back into my sight

Something refreshing calls to this lover in the wind of this Italian sonnet. This a standard love sonnet. The conflict stanza (the third quatrain) is slightly different .The first, second and forth stanzas are descriptive. They describe something in the wind. The third quatrain (the conflict stanza) poses a question, a challenge.

I was 20 when Arlene and I moved into our "Palace in the Sky". It was a small apartment with a large balcony on Twin Peaks. The balcony was built on the roof of a neighboring apartment. We had an unbelievable view of  eastern San Francisco. Our palace was under (aligned with) one of the peaks, so when the fog rolled in, it wouldn't touch us for a while. Imagine the escapades of teenage lovers in such a paradise. This paradise came at a cost. Arlene and I were going to college. And there were the expenses.  So we both had to work. School, work, cooking, cleaning and homework... Young or not, we were often tired. It was laundry day. We had just finished dinner. School and work had been unusually rough. I was doing the dishes and looking forward to relaxing with Arlene on the balcony. From out of nowhere, Arlene appears at the bedroom door. Lookin' fine as fine could be. "Let's go out", she said. She was as tired, as I was. As I changed clothes, I began to regain my energy. The Castro District was a walking maze away. There was always interesting and unusual entertainment there. As the evening dazzled on, Arlene began to look better and better. We were refreshed. I learned something valuable that evening.

Even kissing every night by the lights of a beautiful city guided by the stars can become routine. There is more than one way to get that needed "rest and refreshment". It's been another rough day. We're tired. The couch, the easy chair, the bed look so inviting. Sound familiar? Why not? We deserve it? Here and idea. Do something different. We're tired. A friend offers us a free dinner. All of the sudden we have all the energy in the world. Not only that. The next day we can hardly wait to tell our coworkers. What happened? Something special, something different can have this effect on us. A change can be just, if not more, effective as that easy chair. Those kisses...? Never have to get stale. Refresh our self. Do something different. Remember the key word: Enjoy.

Need some more inspiration: Haley Westenra "Listen to the Wind" 

What's a good movie 

"Non-Stop" is a 2014 mystery action thriller film directed by Jaume Collet-Serra and starring Liam Neeson. Alcoholic and world-weary, U.S. Air Marshal Bill Marks (Liam Neeson) lost his passion for his work long ago. Even though lives are potentially at stake during every flight, he sees the assignment as just a desk job. However, his "ordinary day at the office" becomes a high-stakes crisis during a flight to London. Marks receives a series of text messages demanding that he instruct the airline to transfer $150 million into an offshore account, or a passenger will die every 20 minutes. 
Is the movie any good? Let's ask these doormen and find out. "Key & Peele - What About "Non-Stop," Though?" 

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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Yesterday to I'm Batman 
A lover reflecting on yesterday 
The Riddler reflecting on Batmen 

Yesterday (lyrical poem) 

I often look into the stars
And think about just where you are
And can you see what I can see
Is there a time you think of me
When I’m alone I talk to you
The unsaid praises you were due
Alone I listen carefully
A word a sign you sent to me
But maybe it’s too far away
The things I lost to yesterday
The images that I hold dear
Make me believe that you are near
Again upon my knees with you
Forgive the sorrows we’ve been through
Or maybe it’s too far away
Those things I pay for yesterday
I ask you to look through my heart
The moments we shared at the start
And if you see that I’m untrue
I do not know what more to do
Still maybe you’re too far away
And maybe there’s no yesterday
But still just once in a while
There’s hope I still make you smile
Till then
And when
I’m with you again
Remember that was yesterday
And yesterday is far away 

A person reflects on yesterday and someone in this lyrical poem. In this song stanzas with four lines are verses. Stanzas with two line are the choruses. The last verse (the stanza with five lines) is a verse and a coda. Throughout, the meter is kept tight, so that this easily fits into a song. 

Arlene passed away on August 11, 2003. She lived such a grand life that for days people came to say their goodbyes. There was not even standing room at the church where her funeral service was held. People waited outside the doors.The Freemasons (a men's organisation) held a funeral reception in honor and celebration of all she had done. And me? I spend many-a time revisiting yesterday. Did it really happen? It was unbelievable. I have pictures and other visual records and memorabilia that hint something did happen. Many dreams, that we gave birth to, took on lives of their own and live through others. In the days that we were together, there were were many Martins. There was Martin the musician. Martin the photographer. ...the spiritual leader, the dancer, the outdoors-man. the parent, the coach, the leader and much more. Me. Many of them floating in yesterday. And now yesterday claims her. My partner. Arlene. I miss her a lot. Yet how can I be sad? It all was pretty fantastic. Yesterday has taken so much, but returned wonderful memories and more for myself and for others. A wonderful garden of splendors. At the end of which is a light, The warm welcome light of tomorrow.

Such is the nature. the wonder of our existence. Always living in the past and guessing at the future. We humans are incapable of living in the "now". What exists in a picture, we are incapable of doing, We need motion for everything. Even wilder, by the time we experience anything. it has already happened. Fast as it may be, it takes time for things to reach the brain and for the brain to process the information. When one considers all that transpires in any experience and how fast it all happens, it's amazing. Now throw this in. What we experience rarely represents what actually occurred. From the moment of an experience it must pass through filters to, in and from the the brain. As time is added to when an experience happened more is added to or taken away from the actual experience. So when someone (like me) says, "live in the now", we understand why this is somewhat confusing. Yet, we are still wonderful. Take in the wonder and Enjoy.

Joy may be found anywhere: Al Marconi "Black Rain" 

Batman riddles the Riddler 

The Riddler, or Edward Nigma, is a fictional supervillain appearing in American comic books published by DC Comics. He is an adversary of Batman. The character made his first appearance in Detective Comics #140 (October, 1948) and was created by Bill Finger and Dick Sprang. The Riddler takes delight in incorporating riddles and puzzles into his plots, and leaves them as clues for the authorities and Batman to solve. 
Now the gang of Studio C has Batman posing a riddle for the master of puzzles. "I'm Batman" 

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But looking back, I've got a lot of great memories. 
Bonnie Blair

Saturday, September 2, 2017

He Wonders to When You Walk Your Anxious Puppy 
A lost lover wonders in the darkness of his world 
A cute puppy wonders through the excitement of its world 

He Wonders (English sonnet) 

He wonders how his world got out of hand
What madness chased the one he loved away
That lovers have such hurtful things to say
Is something now he cannot understand
He wonders through his world of disarray
Was this the paradise that they had planned
Their love it seems was just a brittle strand
A fragile dream in search of its own day
He wonders how his world could hold such pain
And every heartbeat only promised more
There seemed no limit to a soul’s despair
He wonders now their world he might regain
As dreams now turn toward shadow at the door
And through his tears he sees his lover there 

Follow a lover';s despair through this English sonnet. As most sonnets pf this type this one is divided into two parts. though subtly. In the first part (the quatrains) we have a lover coming to term with a mistake. In the second half (the triplets) comes the feelings. Feelings that call to her. 

Funny how a young/new love covers up so much. Either we act differently when we meet that someone special or our eyes are a little too forgiving or a little of both. As the relationship goes on things become clearer. This happened to one of Arlene's coworkers, Mitch. How any girl could fall for Mitch was beyond Arlene and others in the office. One did though. What kind of girl would fall for Mitch? At one of Arlene's office parties we got to meet her. She seemed pretty normal. About a month after the party Mitch brings his home problems to work. One day Mitch shows up at the door with a bottle of Amaretto (Arlene's favorite drink). Arlene, the Cosmopolitan girl, had a reputation for strong  people skills.  It seems the girl had left Mitch. Arlene did nothing but tell Mitch what people at work were saying about him. That's all.A different person started showing up at work, No one knows how, but the girl found out about the changed man, After some time and investigation she was flattered and knew Mitch was the guy for her. It was rumored that it was Arlene, who informed the girl about Mitch.

There was a lot going on in the Mitch story. We have a person others talk about. We have a relationship gone sour. We have a person working on himself. Let's get one thing clear: I believe, we are who we are. It is solely up to us whether to change, or if we can change. I believe, if a coworker acts in way that is disturbing, it should be brought to their attention. I have been taught that a healthy team atmosphere is essential to a group's success. If an individual wants to be different, let them. Rejoice in it. In a relationship we have that "halfway point" and "can I live with this". The truth of the matter is: how much are willing to change (if at all) to be with that other person? I do believe some people are made for each other. (Sometimes in strange ways.) There are times and instances when change can be good for us: like don't argue with a police officer when he wants to write us a ticket, The bottom line is that it is our life. We should be allowed to be what and who we like and be as different as we like. That's what makes us wonder. So be proud of who we are and Enjoy.

How about a moody melody to go with that sonnet: Edgar Tuniyants "In the lonely night" 

Do you love puppies 

Like humans, puppies are born without teeth. However, they can't hear, see or smell, either. Puppies don't open their eyes or begin to hear until they're 1 to 2 weeks old, according to the VCA (Veterinary Centers of America), and they can't smell until about three weeks post birth. Until then, it's very important for the mini-puppies to stay close to mom and their siblings to eat and grow properly. And puppies are cute. 
Here is a cute commercial starring a puppy. "When You Walk Your Anxious Puppy // Presented By BuzzFeed & Puppy Chow" 

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Love comes to those who still hope although 
they’ve been disappointed,to those who still 
believe although they’ve been betrayed,
to those who still love although they’ve been 
hurt before.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Forbidden Veil to Face/Off 
A man seeing a memory is lost in confusion 
The plot of a movie is the cause of a confusion 

Forbidden Veil (poem)

I wandered down a lonely trail
The moon forgot so long ago
And memories had ceased to flow
Amid forbidden veil
And there I saw what couldn’t be
A maiden I had met somewhere
Now lost forever in her stare
And now it beckoned me
So here I sat it seemed so right
She sang a song of yesterday
When kisses weren’t so far away
And lovers found a place to stray
Where hearts in love could safely stay
Believing dreams would come their way
Which promised more than words could say
Yet drifting shadows did betray
Instead of Joy I found dismay
The song had sewn my plight
I dare not stay I couldn’t leave
Confusion reigned from all around
Her song became a wall of sound
Which offered no reprieve
I shouted hoping she would hear
But all I found was me instead
With all these reasons in my head
Why she’s no longer near 

Confusion takes possession of a man in this poem. This was intended to be a simple A/B/B/A poem. It is unclear if the speaker is caught by a vision or a memory. In the third stanza he becomes stuck. Hence the repeating the B rhyme. As the poem ends, if we weren't confused before, we should be now. Oddly,we are in touch with the speaker. 

Perhaps a husband or a boyfriend can relate to this (or a lady might admit to this). Arlene had a strange power over me. Sure, I loved her and I would do anything for her. But in the nature of things, this wasn't enough. It all starts with, "Marty." Then I know I'm in trouble (or in for delight). Then comes the kisses and hugs and Arlene's magic. When I came back to this world, whatever it was, Arlene won. Arlene learned not to overuse her superpower over me after this incidence. Arlene wanted a new car. After a "Marty", we were off. I remember a few more  "Marty"s at the Mitsubishi dealership. The next thing I recall was driving to dinner in Arlene;s sexy new car. Arlene was not as happy as she should be. It seems that I didn't haggle one little bit. I went with everything the dealer offered. He had a real sucker on the hook. The dealer felt so bad (or good) about dealing with me that he threw in a free dinner How could a guy be that stupid? The answer was "Marty".

Life goes on. How we choose to live our life is up to us.After all, it is our life. I do want to offer this insight, Some individuals enjoy doing the same thing. Breakfast. lunch and dinner at the same time everyday. The same routine everyday. There is nothing wrong in this. In fact there is a need for this type of personality. There is one thing, though. Our brain and how it stores things. If we have a tendency of doing the same thing, the brain will store it with similar memories. This includes little things like brushing our teeth. watching TV, our cell phones... All being stored with other times we went shopping, did the laundry, went on Facebook. Ever heard this, "What did you do this weekend?" What is our answer? Are satisfied with our answer? There will come a time when we will ask our self the question. We now have a valuable insight. Use it to be the wonders that we are. Use it and Enjoy.

Think I'm the only one who's girl crazy: Boyzone "Words" 

Another look at a film 

"Face/Off" is a 1997 science fiction action film directed by John Woo, written by Mike Werb and Michael Colleary, and starring John Travolta and Nicolas Cage. Travolta plays an FBI agent and Cage plays a terrorist, sworn enemies who assume each other's physical appearance. The film earned favorable reviews and grossed $245 million worldwide. It was nominated for an Academy Award in the category of Sound Effects Editing (Mark Stoeckinger) at the 70th Academy Awards. As successful as it was Defy Media and Screen Junkies found some problems with the movie.
Here is what Screen Junkies found.  "Honest Trailers - Face/Off"

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Love makes people do crazy things. 
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