Saturday, January 7, 2017

It’s Hard To Be A Fairy to World's Best DIY'S 
A fairy shares its secrets 
Liza shares her secrets 

It’s Hard To Be A Fairy (poem) 

It’s hard to be a fairy now-a-days
You’d wet your socks to know how low it pays
We dare not even think about a raise
Wet socks downstream won’t garnish any praise
You grant a wish that covers so much more
They’re richer, better, brighter than before
Since when did we need warranties galore
That magic carpet will not scratch your floor
It doesn’t matter what the size of tooth
I only pay a dollar that’s the truth
You got your car ungrateful little youth
I still have some more dollars so be couth
There was this guy who asked me for the power
To stop all time for just one half an hour
To find out why you only have to scour
He wanted pictures of you in the shower
The worst part of this fairy job of mine
Is everything we say it has to rhyme
And what would happen if we stopped one time
Let’s see… 

A humorous flight of fancy takes us away in this poem. There really isn't much to add or hidden in this poem. It is intended to be fun.  

While I was coaching youth soccer, I had an under 12 (years old) team called the Regulators. They were a very strong team, except for one young boy. The young man was very awkward and clumsy. In addition, he had very low self confidence. He was the worst player on the team. His parents wanted to pull him off the team, to save him embarrassment. I encouraged them not to. Let him play and let’s see what happens.

One day, in a game, there was intense action in front of the opponent’s goal. The other team managed to clear the goal area of the ball and all players, all players except this boy. He seemed like he didn’t know what was going on. While all this action was happening, he just stood there watching. One of our really powerful kickers launched a strong shot right at the goal. The goalie blocked the ball, with an impressive flying block. Somehow the ball stopped cold, right at the boy’s feet. He was within eight feet of the goal and no one was close to him. All he had to do was: kick the ball and not miss. If anyone could miss from that distance it was him. What transpired next seemed “more like hours” (for me) than the few seconds that actually passed. Everyone was either running toward the goal or the ball. The parents and team were screaming, “Kick, kick!” He did and made a goal! The parents all went crazy and ran onto the field to hug and congratulate the boy. I walked onto the field to apologize to the referee and the coach of the other team. I explained it was the first goal this boy had ever made.  We didn’t need the goal to win. 

I still see the boy, now a man, off and on. He finished college, learned to play guitar and plays in a band. While he is waiting to be rock star, he works as a computer technician. 

A great deal of my success as a soccer coach is stemmed in my understanding of the word "play". Play should be fun. The kids under my care were not professional soccer players. They were there to learn how to play soccer, get some exercise and have fun. This focus on fun kept parents around. Around and involved. This was the period in my life when I learned that part of winning was just by playing. If I had fun playing, I was a winner. At work, before I landed that great job, I became a better worker by uncovering the fun elements of the job. When I was put in charge of a work crew, the team's performance improved by adding some fun to the job. Doing the dishes is more fun karaoke style. Fun is everywhere (even if it is a reward for accomplishing something). Unlock that fun and work becomes play. Our day at our place of employment becomes a place for us to succeed. Our housework is waiting to be done better. Just by trying, just by participating, we win. All of life should be fun. Unlock the the doors and Enjoy. 

Back to the fairy for a moment: Derek Fiechter "Dance of the Fairies" 

Into DIY  - It's easy and funny 

Do it yourself (DIY) is the method of building, modifying, or repairing things without the direct aid of experts or professionals. Academic research describes DIY as behaviors where "individuals engage raw and semi-raw materials and component parts to produce, transform, or reconstruct material possessions, including those drawn from the natural environment (e.g. landscaping)". Now all this may sound a little complicated. Liza Koshy has some easier DIY's.
In fact, Liza insists they are the world's best DIY's. "THE WORLD'S BEST DIY'S!" 

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Friday, January 6, 2017

The Wife Who Waited to Furkids Kitty Kommercial 
A wife waits for her husband to come home 
Kittens wait to be taken home 

The Wife Who Waited (English sonnet)

They sent him home with ribbons and parades
This man who wore such valor on his chest
And all her fears were finally at rest
The wife who waited by the window shades
She always knew he was the very best
A man whose plans left small time for charades
And his love for her it never fades
The wife who waited teardrops marred here breast
The flowers in the garden have all changed
The songs of birds seemed different last spring
The wife who waited watches husband roam
Now who will fix a dream set so estranged
And who can teach young hearts again to sing
The wife who waited for her love at home 

The story of a faithful heart fills this English sonnet. As most English sonnets this one is divided into two parts. The first part describe the homecoming of a hero to his country and to her heart. The second part deals with a problem that arose. This sonnet uses an ostinato ("The wife who waited...") to drive home a message. Whether or not this sonnet has a happy ending is left up to the reader. 

This sonnet was inspired by one of Arlene's friends. Like Arlene and I, Kim and Arnie were teenage lovers. They were very into one another. Arnie got drafted during the Vietnam War. Before he reported for duty, Kim and he got married. While he was away Kim was very faithful and wore her yellow ribbon with pride. When Arnie returned home, there were no parades. He was the excuse for numerous parties thrown by family and friends. He was highly decorated.When the parties ended, Kim realized a difference in Arnie. He began to see other women. She was heartbroken, but remain faithful. Many of her friends, who saw her pain. advised her to leave him. She didn't listen to them. She instead sought out the aid of a marital councilor. Then Kim and Arnie disappeared. Around Christmas time, we all received cards and phone calls from Kim and Arnie. They had moved away to get a fresh start. Their parent knew what happened to the couple, but played along with the mystery in hopes of the marriage. Kim and Arnie went on to have three children and Arnie returned to be a faithful partner. 

What exactly happened to Kim and Arnie is unclear Why the problem arouse and how it was resolved is unknown. Kim was faithful to the end. This makes a great story, but life isn't always like that. Relationships are complicated. We are complicated. Throw change into the mix and oh boy. Find out why people become unfaithful (really) and the world will build a path to your door. Being unfaithful has many negative undertones, but not enough to keep it from happening, Staying faithful to someone who causes you pain is not healthy either. Then there may come a time to move on. So, what do we do? I'm not a relationship councilor. Neither are many of our friends. To make matters more complicated, what may work for one individual may not work for another. We are all different. Keeping all of this in mind, if your relationship is going along all bubbly, why not celebrate it with a kiss and Enjoy. 

Here's a great song to love: Dave Grustin "The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter" 

For all cat lovers 

Furkids, headquartered in Atlanta, GA, is a nonprofit charitable organization that operates the largest cage-free, no-kill shelter in the Southeast for rescued cats and Sadie’s Place, a no-kill shelter for dogs. Recently the shelter has aired a low budget commercial starring Paul Preston, Surprising to everyone the commercial went viral. 
Find out why. "Official Furkids Kitty Kommercial" 

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Thursday, January 5, 2017

Rains Refrains to Nerf Overwatch 
The rain of joy overpowers everything 
The rain of Nerf bullets overpower everything 

Rains Refrains (English sonnet) 

The rains that used to bring us so much joy
Remains to play on widows of my heart
Refrains that saw no ending at their start
Retains the beauty other flowers employ
Now strains remain of lovers far apart
Sustains this song that nothing can destroy
Maintains the hopes by which true dreamers toy
Unchains the kisses from the course they chart
Who fanes to fault two lover such as we
Explains that they once shared the same bright star
Detains imagination yet complains
Who reigns the clouds for all that love to see
Restrains of rainbows playing from afar
Regains the joy which we once felt in rains 

Memories cover up the sadness in this English sonnet. This a sad sonnet though it doesn't have a sad feel. It is divided into two parts like most English sonnets. The first part describes a love. The second part questions. Notice that a rhyme is established in the first two beat of ever line. This is to represent a memory.

Arlene and I used to enjoy walking in the rain. We live in San Francisco. It rarely rains harshly here. What a life we enjoyed in this beautiful city. Arlene died in 2002. Her 50th birthday was only months away. I made it through the darkness though the help and watchful eyes of my family, friends and associates. Volunteer and charity endeavors kept my mind occupied. I stopped going to parties. I announced that I would be retiring from coaching soccer. Saint Gabriel school asked if I could show some of my tactics to the coaches who would be taking my my place. While doing so, I bumped into people who were involved with Arlene when she was a basketball coach there. They told me great stories that came alive in my memories. People who missed seeing me at parties started sending me pictures. Pictures of them at parties we used to attend, With these pictures came notes of thank you and other good feeling. More and more good reminders would happen. I began to see a world where two young lovers reigned and won the hearts and imagination of many. Then came the rains. Arlene and I used to enjoy walking in the rain. 

Positive and negative. Here we have a story of two young lovers. Not only did they delight in each other's company, they brought about many positives. She died and negatives have a great chance of casting their shadow over all that was positive. Friends come to bring a positive light. Loneliness send clouds to blot out the sun. Memories restore the splendor of what once was. And so life goes as these friends meet to claim the day. How sad it is that Arlene died. But even sadder if we do not celebrate all she did well. All that she left for us. Our time together. So it is with all of us. Positive and negative are always plying to dominate each moment. We have a say in the matter. It is our life. We can add our weight to either or neither side. Positive or negative? It is our life. Enjoy. 

Let's reflect on the rain a bit: Rick Braun and Peter White "Kisses in the Rain" 

For those who positively like Nerf 

Most NERF guns hit around 30 mph, but the NERF N-Strike Elite Hail-Fire Blaster can shoot out darts at the staggering speed of 50 mph. That's quite literally as fast an adult lion or a reasonably sick Mexican free-tailed bat. This is important to know as we watch a new video by Corridor. The folks at Corridor have combined a video game ("Overwatch"), with action movies and Nerf to come up with this. 
This is a reminder to never run out of fuel. "Nerf Overwatch" 

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It's sad to know I'm done. But looking back, 
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Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Our Magic to 6 Ameri-Do-Te Moves You Need to Know 
That friend who is always there to defend me 
6 martial arts moves that we need to know to defend ourselves 

Our Magic (English sonnet) 

I never had a friend as close as you
Who lets me know that everything’s alright
And always brought some comfort to my night
If I had problems we could see it through
For us the world was always colored bright
You showed me there was not I couldn’t do
And even how to make a dream come true
And all you wanted was to be held tight
Then came the day when she would test my heart
And tried to steal my love for you away
She thought she’d bring our magic to an end
My mind my soul and you can never part
No matter what the normal people say
My baby blanket’s love I will defend 

For those who are still talking to me: this was an English sonnet. The whole point of this sonnet is to mislead. First we have a guy and a real good friend. Then we are briefly introduced to a female. We assume that she is someone important in the guy's life. She tries to put end to the relationship between the guy and his friend. In the end she fails and we are delivered a punch line. The friend was a baby blanket. 

No. I don't have my old baby blanket. I have a comfy blanket. A comfy blanket is not just to keep one warm. It brings one a sense of comfort and/or security. It takes one away. After all we have and believe in a comfy blanket. Some give their comfy blanket magic powers. Others gain strength or confidence just admitting that they have a comfy blanket. Take the comfy blanket away and life still goes on. My comfy blanket was a gift from Arlene. Other being my comfy blanket, there is nothing special to it. It is quite plain. I use it when I'm writing, reading or just thinking, It is better than a hug, because it is never distracting. As I am getting older, it's hard to separate me from my friend.  Many think it is strange to see this old man wrapped in his blanket, especially in summer. Many, except my doctor. He has a comfy blanket too. 

I have my comfy blanket others have their lucky socks. There are countless special objects that hold some special significance. There is nothing wrong with these objects (says the guy with a comfy blanket). There is nothing wrong, as long as we don't turn over control. It is okay for me to wrap myself in my comfy blanket to be comfortable while I write. It is not okay if I can't write because I don't have my comfy blanket.  These objects, these things can be fun, that little extra. As long as they remain just that. It is important that we maintain control. It is our life. Life: as opposed to an inanimate object which only has power because we have given it. We have imagined it. We control it. By keeping our control over inanimate objects we may Enjoy. 

Need I say more: Andy Williams "More" 

So much about inanimate objects - What about assailants 

Bruce Lee initially trained in Wing Chun, the traditional Chinese system developed during the Shaolin and Ming resistance to the Qing Dynasty. Later, Bruce Lee rejected well-defined martial art styles, favoring instead the use of techniques from various sources. We don't have Bruce Lee. We have instead Master Ken. He has 6 easy to learn defensive move that might come in handy. 
Note - "Handy" and "will it work" are two different things. "6 Ameri-Do-Te Moves You Need to Know" 


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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

What Is A Dream to California Cardistry 
Discover the artist of a dream  
Discover an artist of a pack of cards 

What Is A Dream (poem) 

What is a dream
But hopes so depending on you
To make all their purpose come true
A fanciful flight
Your wings to ignite
What is a dream
A hidden stream
Of wonders waiting to break through
To change the world you thought you knew
A realm blazing bright
Awaiting your light
What is a dream
No matter theme
Of beauty coming into view
Reason can’t stop what dreamers do
Each wish out of sight
Your will shall incite
What is a dream
Living in gleam
Of fantasies an artist drew
And be that person always new
A secret held tight
Breaks loose to delight
What is a dream
Silently scream
Through magic moments known by few
Of cloudy times away you blew
A star of such height
Makes others unite
You are the dream 

A pattern of rhymes and meters leads us to a dream in this poem. Here we have a structured composition leading us to a dream. It follows a tight rhyme pattern and meter scheme. In five stanzas there only a total of three rhymes. The poem is a hidden message. Although the poem is very bright with a motivational ending, the poem is very structured. Dreams generally are not like that.  Many see dreams as much freer. So why is a poem about dreams written in so much order? 

Dreams became my specialty. Between my job at Chevron, the Masons, my volunteer efforts, my connections and associates and people who felt that they owed me favors, there was little I could not do. Although, I would remain active until 2010, I feel that 1998 was my greatest year. Arlene wanted to get away for the summer. She made her feelings known at a dinner table with two of my Masonic associate. One who was big on the Masonic Youth, to whom I brought a second hope. He was also the one who got us the deals on the rent a cars. The other was a Revolutionary War buff, whose father I would visit when he was in the hospital. Two days later, I get a phone call telling me about a self paced road tour of the Revolutionary War from Vermont to Virginia. I told Arlene about how we would be spending 1998's vacation. A Revolutionary War Tour. (I left out some of the details.) Arlene was rel excited (NOT). The last thing she wanted was to spend her summer learning about the Revolutionary War. On the plane to Rutland City, Vermont, the lights started to go on in Arlene's head. Martin wouldn't do this to her. She was right. The whole road trip was scheduled to take 8 days. I didn't tell this to Arlene or that she would be driving 4 different hot cars. (Arlene loved to drive.) We did miss one or two stops on the tour, but we took in many beautiful sights of the east coast. One of the beautiful sights ways the joy of Arlene as she was driving. Do dreams come true?

Do dreams come true? If you have been following me, you know I have planned many more extravagant things for Arlene. One of her dreams was to dive. Why not drive on the east coast? Why not drive hot cars? (Extras, to a dream.) Here we have a man who threw a dance in a lion house at the zoo, who made flags float in mid air, want to see his wife happy. Of course, I would belief that dreams come true. I had so much behind me.  I knew that I could. Then, with all that power, all that I really wanted to do was make a girl happy. So let's turn to us. Do we believe? Do we know what we want? Are we aware of the source of our power? If we said yes to one or more of these then we can begin. Begin to Enjoy.

How about a little dream music: Adina "Where the Sand Meets the Sky" 

The dream of cardestry

Cardistry is a name given to the performance art of card flourishing. The term is a portmanteau of "card" and "artistry". Unlike card magic, cardistry is meant to be visually impressive and appear very hard to execute. People who engage in cardistry are nicknamed "cardists". One of today's most talented cardist is  Zach Mueller. Zach is always pushing the envelope of this art. 
Here to amaze us is  Zach Mueller. "California Cardistry" 


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Sunday, January 1, 2017

The Raging River to Miss Latina 
Lovers put their love to the test against a river 
Latinas put their talents to the test for a crown 

The Raging River (English sonnet) 

Was by a raging river that they met
These lovers with new stars within their eyes
Who found their nights now filled with dreams and sighs
They lived for every smile that they could get
The raging river kept them from their prize
A course time set now was two souls’ regret
So from their sides their cries of love were set
Determination strengthening their ties
So many died who tried to cross these waves
The raging river barely felt their loss
What does it care about what people say
Yet lovers for a kiss shear reason braves
They say it was their love got them across
A raging river took these two away 

Lovers' desire challenge a raging river in this English sonnet.  The first part of this sonnet (the quatrains) describe the scene. With the triplets the sonnet gets more specific about the river and what happened. The fun thing about the sonnet is the ending. Did the lovers make it? Does "the raging river" refer to their love? 

There is a raging river more dangerous than the one in this sonnet. We know it as racism. As I have seen it, it is not simply a white and black thing or limited to the United States. When I was growing up, I got to see the world through my mother's eyes. She was a well brainwashed racist. Brainwashed by the Nazi government. She could tell if a person was Jewish. When I went to high school there was a war going on there, between the Chinese gangs and the blacks. We white folks had to mind our P's and Q's. As a race, in our school we whites were a minority. Then there was Arlene's parents. They were both Filipinos. They raised Arlene and her brother completely "white". Many Filipino families, during that era, raised their families, not giving them the slightest touch of their culture. The raging river of racism is deeper than a black and white. Into the river came lovers of different races, like Arlene and I, to test the waters. 

Since I am on the subject of racism, I do not fully understand it.There is a major part of our challenge. What I mean is we are not given full and accurate information. Even worse and more harmful, we are given inaccurate and incomplete information. Black and white is simple and if racism were limited to that... In America there is racism toward native Americans. In some of the race there is racism based on the color of the skin within that race. We also judge people based on where they were born, their education or social class (let's not put aside sex). I think, when a country needs laws to make certain all of its citizens are treated  equally, things are pretty bad. We should treat each other equally naturally. But since we have these laws. let us follow them. The biggest issue of racism has been the unfair treatment (even killing) of blacks by police. I am suggesting that we are hampered by our full light of the situation The guilty people should go to jail. The system should be looked at based on facts. As far as racism, it is up to us. We should look into facts, not what is being sensationalized. It is up to each one of us to end racism. People are and should be different so we can Enjoy. 

Back to the poem: Puscifer "The Humbling River with Lyrics" 

Racist, stereotype, sexist or just plain funny 

According to the Center for American Progress Latinas are a growing and influential constituency in the United States. They are making significant strides in education, participation, health, and other areas. On the other side of the coin are the beauty pageants and things go down pretty fast. Lele Pons (a Latina) gives us an uncomfortable insight.
Lela is a Latina, Venezuelan, female who wrote this. "MISS LATINA | Lele Pons" 


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There and then, sitting beside her and within 
the strength of my adoration, I felt invincible. 
Hisham Matar