Friday, February 24, 2017

Tomorrow to This Went Wrong 
One person who can wait until tomorrow 
Another person who wants thing right now 

Tomorrow (Italian sonnet)

Tomorrow he built castles in the sky
The dreams of children with no cause to weep
The hope of homeless comfort they might reap
The hearts of mothers never need to cry
Tomorrow he made neighbors make amends
They worked together to improve the school
Tomorrow he formed volunteering pool
Where mistrust sprouted now would bloom in friends
Tomorrow he will go to city hall
To show his fellows how to use their voice
Tomorrow he will help his church rejoice
Tomorrow he will coach some kids at ball
Tomorrow he will a park clean-up head
Tomorrow he will drive old folk to store
Tomorrow he will do all this and more
Tomorrow came and sadly he was dead

A man with great plans for tomorrow is the echo of this Italian sonnet. An Italian sonnet Is just like a Shakespearean sonnet except instead of finishing with a rhyming couplet it ends with a quatrain. In this sonnet, as time ticks by as "tomorrow" begins one more line of each quatrain. 

In Masonry the "line on officers" is a lesson in life (especially the top three spots). One of the lessons is: We only have this time. Make the most of it before it is over. This is the story of my biggest masonic failures. After I completed the line of officers, I became a personal officer's coach. One of my students was a man named Allen (Al). As far as memorizing, he was as good as most. His big challenge became apparent when he reached the top three positions. Al had these big dreams. When he was Junior Warden. he was going to do this and he was going to do that. When his year was over, he hadn't accomplished any of his dreams. Well, there is always next year. As Senior Warden, Al was going to do this and that again plus some more. I suggested he cut his goals down a bit. Al enjoyed himself, but at the end of the year he accomplished nothing. There was next year. Al was elected Master. I went over with him that this was his last year on the line. I told him to write down one thing that he really wanted to accomplish and put it in an envelope.  It was a sleeper year. Al was the first Master in over twenty years to not add a single thing to make the Lodge a better place. Al opened the envelope and saw what he wrote. Al left the Lodge but continued to pay his dues. After many years, he was all but forgotten, Al returned to the Lodge. He was in his uniform. At dinner he related his tale. For all his life he saw himself a failure. After failing the Lodge and the people who trusted him, his eyes were opened. Before it was too late, he made many sacrifices and work very hard for one goal. His dream of being a captain of a ship. Al is a Captain for the Red and White Fleet (a day cruise ship). 

One doesn't have to a Mason to be a part of this truth. There is only so much time. Many people waste away this time in talk, wishing, and idle dreaming. Not accomplishing anything solid. Try to imagine watching TV all day. There really are people like that. Even worse, there are people who do not attempt to pursue even one of their dreams. So sad. So real. There is only so much time available to us. Time is precious. Time is given to us to pursue our dreams. To turn our dreams into reality. To make our time here worth something. Yes, there is much that we can't do. Let us focus on what we can do. We can do so much more. So much more to make us satisfied. Us satisfied, not others. We are the ones that look back at how we used our time. Even more: I believe after we have realized a level of self satisfaction, it is human nature to assist others. To reach out. How important it is that we use our time wisely. Believe, know that we can accomplish our dreams. And as we do, Enjoy.

How about some inspirational music: Leonard Bernstein "Make Our Garden Grow" 

Some people's dreams are satisfied at a drive-thru 

There are a few claimants for the first fast food eatery to feature a true drive-thru, but In-N-Out Burger’s first restaurant, with its intercom ordering system and its lack of both inside seating and outside parking was likely the first to offer the complete drive-thru package. Fast food drive-thrus have been around for many years, still common errors happen. Here to share some of those errors with us is Liza Koshy. 
Perhaps we can relte to some of these. "THIS WENT WRONG!! DRIVE THRU WITH LIZA!" 

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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Lady On The Hill to Grant is a Huge Klutz Idiot 
A lady is waiting for some change in her life 
An office klutz brings some change to his coworker's lives 

The Lady On The Hill (English sonnet) 

You see her waiting there upon a hill
She’s waiting for her time to come along
To bring some special meaning to her song
Her last unshattered dream left to fulfill
She wanders where her life had gone so wrong
Through echoes of another person’s will
With reason which will never leave her still
One wonders how she ever got this strong
Each day she’s there reminder of a plight
Awaiting in some shadows which were hewn
A simple turn removes her from our sight
And perhaps this night won’t bring the moon
There as she greets this last and dying light
A stranger walks her way humming a tune 

A lady waiting for some meaning in her life becomes the song of this English sonnet. As most English sonnets this one is has two parts. The first part (the quatrains) is a lady's background. The second part (the couplets) covers what happened to her. The ending leaves it to the reader's imagination to dream what happened to the lady. 

In the 70's a lot of Arlene's friend's got married. Arlene went to a Catholic school. She stayed in touch with many of her classmates. Getting married is just what we did. It was a "thing".  This poem was inspired by her friend Evelyn (Eve). Eve had a real thing with numbers. She met her boyfriend in college. They were married just after college and both landed a job. They were both gifted accountants. So gifted that they were able to put a down payment on a home after year. We used to enjoy dinners together and the girls used to go out. One weekend there was a concert at the Legion  of Honor. The girls decided to make a day of it and leave us boys behind. No one is sure what happened that day. Eve started acting strange. The dinners stopped. Neither Arlene nor I saw Eve or her husband anymore.We heard, from Arlene's friends they got a divorce. There was a rumor going around that Eve was hanging around the Legion of Honor. The last we heard of Eve, she had lost her job. Years later, when Arlene and I were walking on Fishermen's Wharf. there was a street artist. One of those people who draws your portrait. It was Eve. Without giving away too much, Eve told Arlene, "I found myself." (The sonnet plays out to a happy ending.) 

Sometimes life imposes on some people a set path. In Eve's case: Her parents wanted her to be an accountant. What would we do if our child was gifted in numbers? All of Eve's friends were getting married. When I worked at Chevron, we got people to buy our products. In today's world big business know us better than most know themselves. Our government scares us into giving up our freedoms. The media successfully draws us this way and that, selling us a new version of the " truth" everyday. How important it is that we stay in touch with that one person who is truly important. This is our life. It is us who we have to satisfy first. How can we make other happy if we are not happy? We; not "them". Are we satisfied? What do we believe? What is our truth? Find that true you and Enjoy. 

Here's a person who has found himself: Stan Getz "Lonely Day" 

Everyone has those awkward days - but none like this 

Accident-proneness, also known as clumsiness, is the conception that some people might have predisposition, or that they might be more likely to suffer accidents, such as car crashes and industrial injuries, than other people. The subject is still being studied actively. Research into accident-proneness is of great interest in safety engineering. This might be interesting, but is a bit boring Boring compared to a video by College Humor.
College Humor found that an accident prone person might be beneficial to an office environment. "Grant is a Huge Klutz Idiot"

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Monday, February 20, 2017

In The Dark to The Great Train Robbery 
How the world changed for two lovers 
How the world changed for two train robbers 

In The Dark (changing poem) 

Twas in the dark they searched for it
Some missing clue that didn’t fit
A truth their minds could not admit
But to their eyes they must submit
A love like theirs no storm could split
A candlelight was always lit
A troubled day would end near bed
But on this bed now questions sit
The legend of their love so spread
Their kisses even time acquit
Imagination thrilled each head
But here and now all that has flit
By dreams like theirs such hopes were fed
Each memory young hearts commit
It was for them moonlight was shed
But even starlight now turns red
Now every dream is teardrop shred
There were no words and none were said
Into tomorrow they soon fled
But not with him his love was dead 

As a life changes for these lovers so does this changing poem. This is an example of a changing poem. In a changing poem something changes from the beginning to the end. As this poem goes on, the rhyme sound changes. 

In my soccer coaching days Saint Gabriel Catholic School asked me to coach for them. This meant this Lutheran had to attend Catholic mass every once in a while. It was here I found out that Jim was a deacon of the church, Jim was my neighbor from across the street. His involvement with the church was unknown to me, even though Jim and his wife were close neighbors to Arlene and I. They were close neighbors to almost everyone on the block. What made them so popular was their affection for one another. Though they were both in their golden years, they were proof that love is ageless. It was not uncommon to see them hand in hand enjoying a walk or sharing an ice cream sundae at the parlor or enjoying coffee and a donut at the donut shop or the endless delights lovers do. To be like them was the dream of every couple in the neighborhood. Little did we know she was sick. News got out she had died. No one knew what happen to Jim. The church sent someone to take care of Jim's house. All that they would say was that he was being taken care of. After several months Jim returned home. He had Alzheimer's. 

Here was a life. It is easy to say, "How sad." Based on our value system, it maybe sad. But in another world, there were two lovers. Who is to say that seeing them together did't cause changes in others? Becoming a deacon in the church meant that someone did something; Something more. We are not all President of the United States or a movie star. More importantly; We are we. Try convincing a mother that her baby is not important. But is being important a part of an unreal value system? What about living this life? Living this life to the fullest. Living this life to our satisfaction. I don't truly know. I too am a product of this value system. But my eyes are beginning to open. Many eyes are beginning to open.  And tomorrow what will they see? Until then Enjoy. 

This call for some reflection music: Patrick Ugwu "Spanish Lament" 

Let's steal a laugh 

The Great Train Robbery was actually the robbery of £2.6 million from a Royal Mail train heading from Glasgow to London in the early hours of Thursday, 8 August 1963, at Bridego Railway Bridge, Ledburn, near Mentmore in Buckinghamshire, England. This is is bigger than anything we read about in the old west. To drive this point home here are the folks of Studio C. 
Home if we live in a funny farm. "The Great Train Robbery" 

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Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
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Sunday, February 19, 2017

The Hour to Best Elevator Music 
An hour's tune carries a lover on 
An elevator's tune causes its passengers to carry on 

The Hour (Shakespearean sonnet) 

What is the hour now passing though my head
A fleeting thought whose whispers shout to me
Forget all things and follow me instead
Waylay all doubts of how things ought to be
And from its shadows lights excite my way
My eyes add lies this dream could not explain
As if the needs of reason didn’t stray
To parlors where the need of things abstain
Don’t leave me comes the echo of the moon
It spreads its beam for me across the sky
Some other heart gave magic to its tune
Some other heart would have to say goodbye
For me and now this hour’s hold leads me on
To live its kiss before its time is gone 

A tune, an hour that pierces a lover's darkness fills this Shakespearean sonnet. Love, that dominates most Shakespearean sonnets, is approached differently in this sonnet. Keep in mind it is the lover's mind expressing itself. Feelings take on words. 

The poem is a bit dramatic. I loved my job. It was more like play than work. There would come those moments when imagination would become reality. These moments were highly stressful. On the home front, Arlene and I were generally that couple, that everyone wanted to be like. "Into every life some rain must fall." The same was true on Arlene's and my home front. Challenges would confront me when the stress of work met the rainstorms at home. Shadows would befall me. Shadows that would even temper reality. Through my darkest hour rang a distant tune. It was a tune that was more important than anything else. It was a tune that didn't solve any problems, rather its beauty gave me the light see one more morning. Call it magic. Call it Arlene. Call it love. In  the darkness it sang to me. 
With a life like mine, I can't help but believe that there is something more to carry us through. Something as simple as a warm cup of tea, or the magic of a melody roaming through the darkness of a lost soul; A look in a lover's eyes or a piece pf inspiration in a book. Or maybe a variety of things. We are all individuals and our brains work slightly differently; So do those things that keep us going, those things that keep us holding on, our hopes. Obviously, it is to negative's advantage to drown these things out, which explains why sometimes we are out of touch with this light that we all carry. But I believe it is always there. I believe it is in us all. We are all special. We are all meant to succeed. This is our life, This is our blessing; So Enjoy. 

If we can't hear it, close our eyes and listen: Bliss Wish U Were Here" 

Tired of the same old elevator music 

Elevator music, more commonly known as Muzak, came to use in the 1922 with original purpose to calm the fearful passengers who used the elevators for the first time. Rudy Mancuso and crew bring us some elevator music of a completely different sort. 
Odds are, we're not ready for this. "BEST ELEVATOR MUSIC | Rudy Mancuso" 

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