Friday, June 16, 2017

What Beats In My Mind to Are We On A Date 
A person wonders is this me 
A girl wonders is this a date 

What Beats In My Mind (sonnet) 

What beats inside the forest of my mind
A drop of something that won’t let me go
A shadow hid in world I’ve come to know
This breath forgotten which was left behind
I feel its whisper deep inside my flow
So deep within the mask I have refined
This hint beyond the life I have designed
What is the song which yearns its morning so
Have I not lived each moment as I should
And made the most of person I became
My changes were not often understood
I drifted off and ego was to blame
And now my mind surrounded by dark wood
Must wonder of a song which once was me 

A person lost finds something unexpected in this sonnet. In the first half, of this sonnet, (the quatrains) we have a person lost in their identity. In the second half (the couplets) the person's questions and is lead to a discovery.  The last word ("me") is not a mistake. It keeps this from being a true English sonnet. It is now something else. But wasn't that the point? 

My plans were to become a music teacher. One year from completing my college degree, I gained some inside knowledge that, this profession would be fazing back. I switched my college degree to General Education. I landed a job at Chevron (then Standard Oil of California). They retrained me to be a graphic artist. Into and after college my fake brother and I were small time entertainers. We landed a big opportunity at Fantasy Records. My partner was going through some major personal problems which caused us to break up a week before our Fantasy Records deal. I went into music on my own, as a song writer and a keyboardist. I shelved music when my lead singer  pursued an opportunity in Japan. From music, I went to photography, mainly models. I was doing real well until the girls started bothering Arlene. Then came my commercial career. I wrote and performed commercials. The money was good, but not steady. At times, I would be drawn away from my family. This would never do. So I gave it up. All this time I was working at Chevron.  As a parent, I was active in their upbringing. I taught both of my children how to read before they entered kindergarten. Opportunities to teach my kids where just outside my doorstep. I even became the coach of their soccer teams. As a coach my most notable successes were: Running laps should be fun and not used as punishment and: Boys and girl at a young age are athletically similar. When I joined the Masons, I was a natural at performing. I became one of the top ritualists. At party and event planning I was amazing (a skill that Chevron taught me), Then Arlene was taken from me. I looked back at all that I was. All the things that brought me here. Here and what still waited up ahead.

Life has many paths and roads. The possibilities are endless. Our possibilities are endless. We are the product of the past and all that we touched and that touched us.  That person we were ten years ago is gone, but lives on in us. That first kiss, those walks in the park, the best meal(s) we every had, all those treasured moments; they are still with us. Even if (heaven forbid) our memory be wiped completely clear, all those things are still here. In our smile. In our eyes. In each wrinkle. They are part of us. They are who we are. Here is a small proof. When we see someone familiar, don't we also see a memory associated with that person? Even more mind boggling. This holds true for everything. Not to get metaphysical, everything is touched by something else and a trace is left behind. The wonder of it all. We are part of that wonder, now and always. Next time we see a beautiful flower, remember we are a part of that beauty and Enjoy.

While we're reflecting let's try this one: Bliss and Melancholia "Quiet Letter" 

On the subject of dating 

Studies show to increase dating success, plan an unconventional date strategy. One could go to a restaurant for the first date, and go to an amusement park or something just as scary and thrilling for the second date. By going to a restaurant, both parties can learn more about each other which is the most important step to create an emotional connection. Going to an amusement park on the second date can actually make dates fall in love. Studies have shown that scary rides like roller coasters and Ferris wheels increase the production of adrenaline, which also simulates arousal which can actually increase the attraction between two people. What if we don't know if we're going on a date? 
The folks at Wong Fu Productions have an incident which might help us. "Are We On A Date?!"

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Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The Strangers to Shoppers You Meet at the Supermarket 
Familiar strangers we meet in a fairy tale 
Strange familiar people we meet in supermarkets 

The Strangers (poem)

I was doing my dishes I think I was
When from my front room I heard a buzz
I went to inspect as one normally does
There was a man face covered with fuzz
I make the shoe
Then I make two
He needs a few
I’ll make a slew
I asked the man What are you doing here
How on earth did you get in I need to hear
Do you understand Am I making myself clear
He just keeps making shoes He doesn’t veer
Well I said Hi
Why no reply
He must be shy
Weird little guy
I’m not trying to be rude please understand
I have to run
I appreciate the shoes They’re really all so grand
These shoes should stun
We both have to admit their number’s out of hand
He now has ton
To go to bed ‘bout now is more of what I’d planned
Rest now we’re done
Have a good night
I hope that all your dreams are equally as bright 

Communication is just one problem when a man finds a stranger in his house making him shoes in this poem. We have two characters.  One a 10 beat character (the owner of the house). The other is a 4 beat character (the stranger). The two seem to have problems communicating. In the fifth stanza, the two combine. Each keeping their own rhyme. We may notice that the longer beat character has become irregular. The poem ends with the two rhyming and 4 beats followed by 9 beats. This poem is more than a fairy tale. 

People are different was something that was apparent to me from my first days of school. There were some kids I liked more than others. I live in San Francisco. The chances of my school being one race or culture was pretty slim. I was  unaware of such things. I didn't find out about racism until I met the most influential person in my life, Mr Johnny Land. Mr. Land was my music teacher. He was Black. My mother was brought up in Nazi Germany. There was was no way a black man was teaching her son. There was only one "thing" worse (to her) than a black person: a Jewish person. I was lucky the school principle was Mr Horowitz (so my mother couldn't complain about Mr. Land). It was from my mother that I first learned about racism. It was stupid. At least how a mother tried to explain it to a 12 year old. I learned that racism wasn't just a black and white thing. Chinese and blacks were the majority in my high school. They hated each other. Fights between the two races were common. We whites were a minority, right behind the Hindus. When I worked at Chevron, my friend wanted me to go with him to his favorite bar. They asked him that I never come back. My friend was black. It was a black bar. I was the wrong color. When I joined the Masons. my Lodge was way behind the times. They were anti-black, as far as membership. I was part of group, led by my mentor, Jake, who successfully integrated the Lodge. All of a sudden they became anti-Filipino. One big dilemma: Martin's wife was Filipino. The same problem my mother had. My son, Peter. was a pretty amazing kid. My mother was very proud of him. His skin color seemed to disappear, to her.  One day my mother went off on one of her racist rants in front of him. It was one of the most amazing moments in my life. Peter, a 12 year old boy, said to her, "What about me G-Ma?"

It is very hard for me to say. We San Franciscans are extremely tolerant. I believe racism is coming to an end. The media headlines of whites acting racist against blacks sells more, draws more attention than what's happening in our Native American or Latin American communities. I believe equal rights and new generations will put an end to racism.  I see a new enemy rearing its ugly head. Classism. This is were a person is judged by how much they make, their education level and their social class. It it is already subtly working its way into our lives. So subtly. many of us us don't notice it ...yet. But we humans are wonders. I have (and you have too) seen the wonder we can and do accomplish. We are, together moving and working toward a better day. Believe in ourselves, our sisters and our brothers and Enjoy.

To go with the poem try this delight: Petula Clark "The Little Shoemaker" 

Been shopping lately 

Here are five weird things some people Share in common. 
1. Continually check the fridge to see if any food has magically appeared.
2. Pull out your phone to check the time, only to realize you have to do it again because you forgot to look at the clock.
3. Have a full-on conversations with yourself.
4. Asking "what?" even though you heard what the person said.
5. Start reading the menu from the middle.
If you thought that was weird, have you seen these characters at your supermarket? (Put together by Meir Kay.) "19 Types of Shoppers You Meet at the Supermarket" 

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Monday, June 12, 2017

Moment In Time to Millennial Love 
There were lovers in their time 
And there were Millennial lovers 

Moment In Time (free form poem) 

Blessing come true
Our moment in time
There was time enough to hold you
To kiss you
To gaze into your eyes
To wander through the fields
Enchanted with your presence
Time enough to laugh
Time enough to sing
Time enough to dance to
Dance through all that life had to offer
Each breath
Each heartbeat
Sweet moment in time
As others complained
How short their time was
Sharing memories of moments
Quickly passed away
Then and now
Then and now
We couldn’t understand
We couldn’t grasp what they were going through
Blaming it on dreams
Blaming it on lifestyles
Blaming it on everything but the truth
This moment in time
So we lived our years
Years of holding
Years of kissing
Timelessly enjoying the dreams we cast
Our bound fashioned purpose for endlessness
But then you died
To leave me alone with the price of it all
The price of those glorious lifetimes
The years of disappearing tears
Trapped by the wonder we enjoyed
My moment in time 

A special moment in time is recounted in this free form poem. This looks like a love poem. It is actually about time. As one reads through this poem, time should play as an undercurrent. With this in mind the ending turns from sad to confusing. 

Arlene and I truly had it all. We had our good times and the bad. We were not rich (what we might call lower middle class), but we had wealthy people and organisations throw money and opportunities to fuel our dreams. We did things most people only dream about. Some of the things we established still live on and grow in the hands and care of others. We raised two amazing kids. One who is actually being paid by the University of California at Berkeley to earn his Phd. The other is a high priced chef, voted by Zagat as 1 of 10 up and coming chefs in the Bay Area. As parents we did real well. We did enjoy one major advantage. Time. There was time enough for everything. Other people talked about how short time was. Arlene and I never experienced that. There was more than enough time for everything. Time enough for our dreams. Time enough to rekindle the magic of dreams in others. As a testimony to Arlene: The Freemasons is a male organisation. When Arlene died, the Masons sponsored a big celebration and thank you for Arlene. In the river of time there was much to do to distract me from missing Arlene to helping others. Then bloomed the time to celebrate a wonder. As one man passed on and a new soul would stare into that garden and by his smiles; and behind his smiles was Amor, my new wife.

Time. Some believe it is too short, Some people think it is too long. Some folks don't think time at all. Have we ever noticed that time seems to slow down when we are anticipating something big. Time also seems to pass more slowly when we are doing something we don't like. On the other side of the coin, when we are having fun time seems to pass more rapidly. How many times have we heard or felt "there isn't enough time"? Scientifically and "factually" we are told that time moves differently based on speed or mass. The faster a thing goes the slower its time moves. Time also moves slower based on the mass surrounding it. Time. "Fact" or feelings, it is a mystery. Fast or slow. here is one more fact: When it's over it's over. All that's left are the memories and changes made. Reminders of a life lived. Our life. A celebration. Yes, all our lives are celebrations. We are that special. And that mystery; time. Take it. Use it. Make the most, the best of it. It shouts at us, Enjoy.

Let's celebrate life: Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes "The Time Of My Life" 

Love know many faces - Like Millennials 

Millennials (also known as Generation Y) typically have the early 1980s as starting birth years and the mid-1990s to early 2000s as ending birth years. The generation is generally marked by an increased use and familiarity with communications, media, and digital technologies. Here are Ryan Higa (of nigahiga), and Kina Grannis to give us deeper details of Millennials. 
Here are Kina and Ryan with a modern day in the language of Millennial. "Millennial Love (Official Music Video)" 

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Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. 
Be happy now. Don't wait for something 
outside of yourself to make you happy in 
the future. Think how really precious is the 
time you have to spend, whether it's at work 
or with your family. Every minute should be 
enjoyed and savored.
Earl Nightingale