Saturday, December 31, 2005
December 31 Responses
Saturday Dec. 31, 2005 - Year 3, Day 285 - 15 desires
always an interesting discourse on arts, primal screaming & foreign affairs . . DL came by for a visit & dinner last night – see you next year
middle aged sleeping in - a delicate balance between sleeping enough to be really decadently rested yet stopping before my back starts killing me
tonight I exit the box called 2005 to enter an empty one called 2006
a box into which I drag most of my possessions [there is a lot to be said of the Italian tradition of throwing things out the window] into the new box
I try to leave some old habits behind – I expect nuns do too
but, what to take on this trip ?
an open mind, a sense of adventure & energy seem like obvious things to pack
what about the other stuff ?
some call it baggage, some call it stuff, some call it ‘my sh__’ . .
we all do this dragging & packing & moving thing every day but rarely stop to say ‘what am I carrying into tomorrow’ with the drama we do about ‘what we are carrying into a new year’
I’d like to leave my procrastination skills behind, but likely won’t get at that for a while
I have some ‘I’m going to do that every day’ as well as ‘some new weekly things’ that will hopefully help me to better achieve my desires for the new year
what desires ?
To change the world a little
To have challenging creative work to do
To be rich with great friendships
To have laughter every day
To have someone to love
To be loved
To have refreshing sleep
To spend time enjoying my family
To have fitness & health
To spend time golfing
To take golfing vacations
To write, publish books & articles
To create a great building
To enjoy financial security
To plan & build a great home
those who know me well will say, ‘those were your goals last year, weren’t they?’
they were, they are, they remain
15 desires, mostly achieved
15 things I know I can do better
my record, with the exception of the last 4, was pretty good this year . . certainly head & shoulders above 2004
today is a blank canvas, so is tomorrow
start painting . . or panting; on 2nd thought . . do both
Mark
Friday, December 30, 2005
December 30 Responses
Friday Dec. 30, 2005 - Year 3, Day 284 - ode to Harry and Sally
if feels like Saturday morning - sleeping late, munching toasted English muffins smothered in peanut butter, fingers ink stained from newspapers with Gusta racing around like an idiot each time the phone rings . .
4 remaining days till new year’s work begins, 4 days of work remaining – firs time that has happened all year
interesting exchange/meeting last night over coffee with LS, a local muser who wanted to meet me
she was far less interested in me than I expected . . or hoped
what defines chemistry ?
is it intellectual, biological, spiritual, experiential, or something else ?
or is it just 2 people in the right place at the right time in the right mood ?
I know what it is not
it is not superficial, it is not gamesmanship, it is not mystery/allure
it is not clothes, hair & makeup
it is not fitness, fatness, surgical alterations or self-help
it is not fad, fashion or fancy
it is touch, brain, smile, warmth; it us purr & loin, wanton wanting & body language
men & women can just be friends, but why ?
I vote with Harry
. . . NEXT
Mark
Thursday, December 29, 2005
December 29 Responses
Thursday Dec. 29, 2005 - Year 3, Day 283 – have you seen it
have you seen it ?
what does success look like ?
when I chase it, do I have a notion of what the destination looks like ?
do I sometimes miss it when I have it in the palm of my hand ?
I like that phrase; I use it often when meeting with clients – I use it to focus discussion around what the real goal ought to be
I use it in my own planning, not that I can necessarily design a successful year or life by writing a plan, but that I can point myself in useful directions with purpose to produce desired results
you must admit it is a good cliché, a good question to ask when pursuing an opportunity of any kind – what will success look like ?
whether it is some business I pursue, some person I want to get to know, a relationship of any kind that I am interested in developing – I try to ask myself, what does success look like ?
more than to answer those classic questions of ‘is it real, is it worth it, can I win’ ?
more than ‘does it give me satisfaction, value or improvement in some form ? ’
I know I have often been looking in the wrong places or in the wrong direction
I’ve found helping my client, my friend, my reader, my neighbour . . helping them achieve what they need & want to achieve is how I tell myself that I measure success
if I helped them get to their goal then I have accomplished something, right?
if I accomplish those things I will feel great, but is that any measure of success?
is it a measure of me? I wonder about that
yesterday, the response from KJR, hit me somewhere around my ego-centric nerve; it stunned me, humbled me & made me feel pretty good too
it seems perverse I guess to be feeling good when someone has gone through such grief, but to have provided a way for my thoughts & the words of other musers to reach out to help someone in such a way at a time of stress, pain & grief gives me pause to reflect & smile
the smile across my face when I read KJR’s words . . that feeling
maybe it looks like that ?
Mark
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
December 28 Responses
Wednesday Dec. 28, 2005 - Year 3, Day 282 – some day . . .
Gusta got shots & a clean bill of health at the vet yesterday . . she weighed in at 57 pounds
each year I try [another failing resolution] to not end the year in a work tizzy, each year I face the dilemma of genuinely clearing the deck to be open to all things for the new year, each year it collides with my desire to take an ‘escape day’ to play hooky, get out of town, start my day doing something completely different without regard for where it might take me
as I prepare for next year I have much already planned; some traditional planning for current business, for finding new clients & serving established ones too; some planning for some new ventures . . tentative ones anyway; some work/play/lifestyle/health items on my mind that are starting to gain some momentum for me – more time to read, more time to play, more sleep, better use of my time . . a healthier focus
reading about trends, it seems more people are buying books & reading about trends . .
1 day . . .
one day . . .
some day . . .
so often I say things that start that way
how ‘wishful speculation’ becomes real action is something I would like to understand better, so often finding wishful speculation becomes a past-intention so quickly; I love the result when it happens, I wonder why when it doesn’t
is it lack of real resolve, ‘that I am not really convinced’ or am I like an attention deficit child turning my interest to something new before one thing or thought is fully developed ?
4 days away from the end of another year, a reducing pile of ‘the things I must finish this year’ is more ‘end of year’ resolution than a ‘new year’ one; I know I am OK because I have garbage bags left
3 days away from new year’s eve without plans . . . dinner at home would be nice . . not alone would be better
2 days of intense work ahead
I shun ‘new year’s resolutions’ as a concept, but cannot avoid taking a ‘clear the deck, clear the plate, get set to do some things differently’ approach
1 day . . .
one day . . .
some day . . .
Mark
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
December 27 Responses
Tuesday Dec. 27, 2005 - Year 3, Day 281 - priorities
CB’s birthday today - still away & not answering your phone . . sorry girl, you still count another year even if no one can reach you to say happy birthday !
year end reflections are ways for journalists to fill space when there is nothing else going on so they pages & airtime by interviewing supposed experts & leaders about ‘why’ things happened & inviting predictions for the year ahead
I’ve been wondering – as this collision of history & tradition brings Kwanzee, Hannukah, Christmas, Roman & pagan rituals around the winter solstice all together – this self indulgent ritual of gifting celebration & restful holidays is really quite new in the history of the world, which makes me wonder how long it will last
I think it is due for some major change, I think we need to recognize our priorities are out of whack; Boxing Day sales have given way to Boxing week sales; it seems the world would come to a halt – time would stop – if we could not attend holiday movies & shop at 50% off
the whole commerce of the season seems to have taken control on a mass scale; this is not about how individuals behave but large numbers of people operating in the delusion they are independent thinkers
no more than lab rats in a maze, we are Pavlov’s dogs . . our behaviour micro-managed by software, Madison Avenue, Wall Street & Hollywood that would startle anyone in history who has tried to manipulate a people
this decadent use of time, effort & money needs to change – not to eliminate rest, frivolity or time with family, but the decadence is unbelievably obscene when victims of the tsunami are still living in the streets & bodies of hurricane victims have yet to be DNA tested
a year ago the horror of a tsunami hit us all just as harshly as the water hit millions the day before; a year later their world has changed forever
if we made as much effort to take care of those who need help as we did negotiating lineups to get the best bargain, if we put our brainpower to work on the biggest problems then we might see more peace breaking out everywhere, more people – governments, corporations & individuals – trying collectively to solve some of the big problems
we have our priorities messed up
our world MUST not look the same a year from now or 10 or we will be very sorry
Mark
Monday, December 26, 2005
December 16 Responses
p.s. Dot and Spek’s mom was a golden retriever and their dad is a black lab…maybe future playmates for Gusta
Please hold all messages til further notice as I am traveling...and often email is inaccessible for me... Thanks so much, FA, Calgary
Monday Dec. 26, 2005 - Year 3, Day 280 - all of the above
in the weeks leading up to Christmas I was sharing some of my dad’s melancholy; I didn’t tell him, but tried to get him into the spirit of the season
it seems a lot of people, the ones that he least expected, showed him warmth & kindness beyond his expectations, beyond his own actions; he was startled, amazed & grateful
this morning I reflect on my own little experiences of amazement lately – mostly involving my children & my father because they are so close in many ways but also thinking about people who matter much to me, near & far, ones I speak with frequently, ones I speak with sparingly, ones I never speak with anymore, ones I hope to know, ones I hope to explore
add to this a Christmas letter from KT together with a piece she wrote http://www.banderasnews.com/0512/nb-allaboutlove.htm about the Children of the Dump called ‘It’s all about love’ got me thinking well beyond how lucky I am to have such a treasure as a dear friend; I am so proud of what she proves with her words & actions
all of the above, got me thinking about:
Question: love
is that a question, an answer, a noun or a verb ?
is it what he have, what we lost, what we want, what we had, what we wish for ?
reflecting on Christmas . . . is it those I spent time with, those I connected with ?
is it thinking about those I missed, those I miss, those I did not hear from ?
is it thinking about what matters, what mattered & what never mattered ?
is it perspective - more than viewing from different angles it is viewing from different distances – forward & back, but mostly back ?
is it waiting, wanting & wanton ?
is it patient, hungry or serene ?
is it never when or where we expect it, where we force it or where we try to make it happen ?
is it everywhere ?
is it in us all – craving expression ?
is it not who you love, but that you love which is most important ?
Answer: all of the above
Mark
Sunday, December 25, 2005
December 25 Responses
Sunday Dec. 25, 2005 - Year 3, Day 279 - fried egg sandwiches
food & family are so intertwined – they bring us together
it is not about the ingredients, it’s about who is at the table
like the movie ‘Eat Drink, Man Woman’ or ‘Like Water For Chocolate’ or SC’s family making chocolates . . . most families have food favorite traditions
I’m not sure when exactly it started
clearly it was in the last 20 years . . something I made - not often, but just for my kids
along the way it became a Christmas morning tradition: crisp bacon, an egg fried in butter, hot toast . . . assembled carefully in layers, then sliced diagonally spilling yoke between two portions scooped onto a plate before a yellow drop is lost, then eaten & dipped to the plate wiped clean – scrumptious . . . better yet with a little ketchup
Carla & I kicked some serious butt at Trivial Pursuit, we had too much food but never too many laughs yesterday as we enjoyed our family Christmas dinner & gift exchange & my dad had a great time too – Krista & Brad left for Red Deer last night [to be with his family], Carla stayed here
Krista was disappointed she couldn’t stay for Christmas morning traditional breakfast of fried bacon & egg sandwiches . . . but Carla the vegetarian is here [hold the bacon]
Merry Chistmas everyone . . & Happy Hanukkah to our Jewish friends who start their celebration at sundown today with the lighting of the first candle in their menorah
gotta run - bacon & eggs to fry . . . it is not about the ingredients, it’s about who is at the table
Mark
December 24 Responses
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Saturday Dec. 24, 2005 Year 3, Day 278 - stuffing turkey
most days I write what is in my belly more than what is on my mind, today I'm lost in the past
I am remembering Christmases past [more Cratchett-like than Scroogly]; the humblest have been some of the best, some ‘end of relationship’ times were strange indeed – but some of the best memories are of driving meals-on-wheels on Christmas mornings with my kids, taking a few minutes to brighten the day of someone whose days were pretty dim indeed. I am remembering trips away vs. staying home. Home ones were best.
company is coming . . we are doing our Christmas family dinner here today . . so tic toc . .
my perfect Christmas eve turkey stuffing recipe:
drink coffee, read papers, turn on oven, publish musings, make stuffing [sauté chopped giblets in butter along with chopped fresh sage, chopped red onion, chopped celery, sliced water chestnuts, add cajun spices liberally, lots of fresh ground pepper, crushed rock salt – the mix in a large pot with chopped dry bread & crumbs, stir around, pour in ¼ pound melted butter . . stir, crunch & mash with hands till condensed & ready for installation], stuff turkey neck & chest cavities, drape bacon strips all over the breast & the exposed stuffing in the chest cavity, liberally dust bird with cracked pepper, cajun spice mix, spray lightly with cooking oil to hold in place, put turkey in oven, put extra stuffing in casserole dish, bath dog, put camera batteries in charger, wrap gifts, vacuum, shave, shower, get dressed, pick up things I forgot, pick up my dad, wait for Carla & Krista & Brad to arrive, baste turkey, pour some drippings on casserole dish of stuffing & put it in the oven, take out crackling bacon for everyone to nibble on, rip gifts open, baste turkey several times, serve drinks & snacks, talk, talk, talk, cook potatoes & veggies, carve turkey, make creamy spicy gravy from drippings . . eat & talk & rip gifts open, talk & talk & talk a lot, hugs & hugs & hugs . . wait 365 days . . repeat
having a birthday so close to Christmas is part blessing/part curse; double presents but a special day can be dwarfed by the enormous occasion to follow; many more happy ones to you MW
lots of friends checking in . . CB is off to Smithers – we are speculating on whether he will pop the question – her answer should take 1 . . maybe 2 seconds . .stay tuned !
drive safely, drink safely, eat safely & have a wonderful Chistmas Eve . . I sure will
Mark
December 23 Responses
Friday, December 23, 2005
Friday Dec. 23, 2005 - Year 3, Day 277 – dumbness numbness
days getting longer now, too soon to notice much difference, but mild weather sure makes the darkness easy to take
I wonder . . in the rise & fall of great civilizations, if there is a way to plot that on a graph – then try to define where on the curve WE ARE right now
are we rising or falling ?
are we blossoming into an age of enlightenment or, as some might speculate, on the cusp of going to a dark hot place in a hand basket ?
I would like to think we live in a fascinating time where ‘society’ on earth or portions of it has a lot of collective choices in front of us; like a pendulum we swing [pun not intended] widely at times, then swing back again
or is that an old model that no longer fits?
politicians on both sides of the 49th wag their fingers pointing to values, moralizing & demonizing – more as smokescreen than anything else I think – buying votes the old fashioned way, scaring people & pretending people are, collectively, as stupid as they used to be
I don’t know
are people as ignorant as they used to be ?
we are awash in information, ideas, knowledge & connectivity – none of which is a cure for blindness, none of which is a cure for ignorance, none of which is a cure for intolerance
information & media overload is numbing, perhaps dumbing leaving dumbness numbness; we assume collectively that the 5th estate & the internet will keep leaders accountable, disclose all information we should have - which should be virtually everything – all as some panacea for comfort & progress
dumbness numbness !
BH . . my comments were a collective ‘supreme court ruling, same gender unions & a movie about cowboy lovers’; my point being that courts striking down an archaic definition of decency/indecency together with the other items was – all on one day – a little overwhelming in terms of media play + the volume of media play was, in my view, overkill; why the hype recognizing realities of life today ? I am not advocating that your participate in swing clubs, attend a same gender union or buy a ticket to that movie . . it just seemed a little surreal to me; of the 3 I’d likely attend only 1 . . I’ll leave that one to your imagination
“Never let a sense of what is right blind you to what is true. ” – Scott Allen
“I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.” – Ernest Hemingway
to LR . . happy 19th anniversary of your 29th birthday
to SA . . our toastmasters club welcomes singles only but, should someone get coupled up, we have no desire to expel them . . but we would probably want an invitation to the wedding! If you are interested, check us out http://singlesandfriendstoastmasters.blog-city.com/ or come to a meeting !
tonight will be the night before the night before Christmas . . time to finish my shopping & tidy up because our celebration will be here Christmas eve. . . tic toc . .
Mark
December 22 Responses
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Thursday Dec. 22, 2005 - Year 3, Day 276 – membership has its privileges
we all belong to clubs, groups or sub-sets of society
none of us is alone; we are all part of one demographic statistic or another
whether or not we belong to a club, we are united by commonality of thoughts – some members of ‘the community’ having standards or thoughts or interests that set them apart, formally or informally; sometimes to be counted, more often to be part of one silent minority or another
the amount of ink devoted to one’s view of morality this morning - surely in-fill for a news scarce week - morning papers overflow with news coverage of Elton John’s wedding, stories about the movie Brokeback Mountain together with details of a Supreme Court ruling that swing clubs are not illegal . . . . that would make a swinging 1960’s time-traveler blush, laugh, smile & tear off their toga
I am not angry – just highly amused
I find it interesting when journalists & jurists alike feel obliged to tell us their definition of decency vis-à-vis its opposite – no doubt wanting to take some form of moral high ground before the politicians mix it up on whether or not our private thoughts & behaviour should be regulated by someone’s definition of what is indecent
I live in a country where, thanks to lawmakers & lawbreakers pushing the envelope it has long been reality that defining what I should see, do or think is a matter of personal responsibility, not illegality – I’m so glad the Supreme Court & Hollywood finally caught up with how people live their lives
for something completely different about group behaviour:
the last 14 months since our singles Toastmasters club was formed, interesting times bringing people together who would otherwise likely never meet, where most of us share 2 or 3 commonalities [singleness, speaking, divorced-ness] + the sense of ‘belonging’ to our club
support group for speakers ? singles mingle club ? a singles group with a speaking problem ?
or lab animals in a sociology study ?
maybe a bit of all those things . . . resulting in lots of laughs & smiles & emotional moments among friends
last night’s pot-luck dinner meeting [20 of our 30 members attending], a night for laughter & seasonal celebration; as always we learn so much of someone else’s view of the world in something as simple as a 2 minute speech responding spontaneously to a question - bonds we form & what we learn of someone else’s ‘human condition’ go far beyond the privileges of membership
Mark
December 21 Response
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Wednesday Dec. 21, 2005 - Year 3, Day 275 – the outing
the day ahead will be a mix of pushing paper, calls & cooking a turkey for our Toastmasters pot-luck dinner tonight . . gobblegobble
some days I have something to write about, something to say, someone to say it too but the keys take a while to warm up - taking my time with morning papers & coffee & toasted muffins did not help much
I went shopping yesterday for gifts; I took my dad & his walker
To All: if you have an your elderly parent, take them out ‘to the mall’ or anywhere that you can soak up a little bit of the seasonal buzz, the noise & glitter of it all – it makes a worthy difference, to say nothing of how good you might feel too
I don’t think I got him much exercise or to feel like he was participating much – in fact he mostly stood waiting as I would pick & choose . . waiting still more while I went through the snaked line of shoppers waiting to pay . . we walked to another store . . repeat, repeat, repeat
I came back with packages
he came back with a smile
oh yeah, it’s Christmas
Mark
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
December 20 Responses
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Mark, I was given your latest musings as a gift from a fellow colleague and I would like to ask that you add me to your daily mailing. Your comments today connected with me and I would like to say thank you for the simplicity of your thoughts. Merry Christmas, I look forward to reading more., SZ, Calgary
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Mark: How special your writings are today. Touched me in more ways than one. As I get ready for my family Christmas in Vancouver and Smithers, from my house to yours, to all the musers, to your family and all the musers families, I send HUGS for a Merry Christmas to all or whatever wonderful tradition everyone of you celebrates. May you feast in the joy and love of your family and friends and make new memories. All the best!!! , CB, Calgary
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This was a wonderful musing Mark, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and the family you love so much, including Gusta. Cheers, LW, Mississauga
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Your musing really touched me today. Some of the most special gifts that I have received are gifts that the giver didn't even know they gave.- NI, Calgary
Tuesday Dec. 20, 2005 - Year 3, Day 274 - perfect gift shopping
a fitting day to start my Christmas shopping; store stocks at ‘manageable levels’ now
a short mall walk this afternoon with HK & his walker should do the trick to find perfect gifts
what made ‘perfect gift’ moments of Christmas past ?
I buy gifts for people in my life who matter to me - birthdays, Christmas & sometimes for no occasion at all – many are discarded, worn out or long forgotten
many are lost & gone not because of anything wrong with the choice, with the calibre of the gift . . but lost from memory for giver, receiver or both
some stand out
memories to last a lifetime
how do we do that ? . . I mean pick the perfect gift to give someone
how did I know that giving Krista that ‘oversized thing that looked like a toaster’ called a Hot-Diggety-Dogger would bring such joy to my hot-dog loving child ?
gifts I give & ones I receive have nothing to do with things or price tags or the occasion du jour
it is not the gifts but the moments that matter
is memory of opening the asked for ‘big gift’ may be meaningful or memorable for a short while; does it rank with a ‘ketchup incident’ or floating down a river in Alaska ?
or a note saying ‘I’ll plant you a rose garden’ ?
or just in the way they were wrapped - the disguised ones that used to thrill my kids still do I think as they think back or something wrapped with meaning, care & tears
‘souvenirs’ of Christmas past kept in drawers, hung on walls, tucked away, worn away or long ago thrown away
I’d like to send a solution to a friend with a problem, some healing to another for raw pain, some ‘company’ to someone feeling incredible loneliness, some putty to some waiting hands
from sea to see, from Calgary to Portland to Ottawa to Puerta Vallarta to Los Mochis, to Edmonton to many places & back I have memories
they touch deeply – some past, some present, some future
giving words, giving memories, giving an emotional hug that can stretch from here to there
from here to there in a pair of heartbeats – it does not matter if both parties are conscious of the gift or the thought
it is not an issue of being better to give than receive; it is a matter of having someone to care about, someone to spend emotion on
I’m shopping with an enormous emotional budget & considerably less cash
my packages will be small, the gifts few
when I am done my dad will be smiling; not for the outing but for the chance to help pick & choose gifts for his granddaughters & for my friends . . . maybe we’ll find something special for him too
the difference between a well chosen gift & the perfect gift is mixed timing & emotion; it has little to do with pricing, wrappings or indeed the quality of the design
the well chosen gift brings emotion to the surface just thinking about it many years later - it brings out the best in us
I look around my home, drawers & treasures - precious memories, gifts that matter so much – not for what they are but for what was going on between me & that person in my life at the time . . . or now . . or in the future
my ‘perfect gift store’ it would be stocked with memories, poignant moments, tears, laughter, pain & tight squeezes
for those of us on the top half of the world tonight is the longest of the year, tomorrow the shortest day –Winter Solstice - autumn morphs to winter as the Sun is at its lowest path in the sky as earth has been tilting more & more each day for six months – then, today it will tilt that last time stopping, unchanged tomorrow before starting a six month tilt back the other way
a perfect gift shopping day – full tilt !
Mark
Monday, December 19, 2005
December 19 Response
Monday Dec. 19, 2005 - Year 3, Day 273 - girl from Espanola
what will it be ? will it be healthy ? will it grow quickly ?
will it be a time for laughter & smiles or a day for tears ?
each day is like a birth . . . it lives 1 day, is gone again only to be reborn the next
whatever we don’t do this day is lost forever
friends are easy to find, good friends are less common, extraordinary friends are rare
exceptional extraordinary friends are very very rare
when they walk into a room, it’s like a rosy sunrise
on this day quite a while ago - perhaps nearly six decades ago - there must have been a rosy hue on the horizon in Espanola, hinting at an extraordinary new arrival
happy birthday greetings to SA from spanola, in Edmonton this morning [P.S. to DA: yes, I am flirting with your wife but I am doing it publicly so no one will notice]
so . . . take a few minutes to wish someone happy birthday; it matters not whether it is their birthday - in your life there is someone who can light a room before they arrive . . maybe today is the day to tell them how much you appreciate they are in your day !
Mark
December 18 Responses
I have watched and waited these past days of musings and am quite amazed that nobody has commented on the muser (LR) who referred to her step-grandmother as a cockroach (Dec 12th), and referred to her impending passing in the following way ... "When she finally succumbs, it'll be a relief for all of us". I have also experienced ornery, cantankerous people but I happen to believe that there is good in all of us ... sometimes its a little harder to find. ,KD
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Sunday Dec. 18, 2005 - Year 3, Day 272 - no need to rush
early, energized, eager - frenetic energy effective early this morning getting lots done; my thinking is that I have only about 45 days of work to complete in the next 2 weeks, so there is no need to rush
life is a flurry of activity, sometimes I wonder why I hurry
I am trying to pack every opportunity into the shortest possible time knowing one day I will run out of time, hopefully I won’t run out of fun
but today, it seems like a day for ‘not rushing’
I often go googling . . in search of a quote to support [or not] my daily theme; today I struck out finding anything I liked on rushing . . but found these gems:
‘Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.’ – Albert Einstein
‘I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.’ – Humphrey Bogart
more coffee & reading & planning my shopping; with 7 shopping days left, no need to rush
movie ‘The Family Stone’ has a few incredibly funny scenes & a poignant message; if you like slightly sappy & predictable chick-flick-y romantic comedy with Christmas theme, you will like this one too
btw, the other day when I mentioned cheekbones, I meant facial cheekbones; someone pointed out there are two meanings . . hmmm . .
Mark
Saturday, December 17, 2005
December 17 Responses
Saturday Dec. 17, 2005 - Year 3, Day 271 - regrets
first order of business - on behalf of my dad [HK] who enjoys reading musings & all your responses; he appreciates the kind wishes of musing readers that get passed along. He asked me to send this message from him to all of you:
have a Merry Christmas and a healthy New Year, HK
I’d like to be cheering him up a little more/better, but that is difficult lately. The death of his brother the other day is not the sole cause as much as it is the loneliness he feels – living in a place with many people, but without a special ‘snap, crackle, pop’ with anyone at a time of year when so much reminds us of joy & happiness, without regard for whether anyone really has it
confronting our own reality is uncomfortable, for all of us
it only takes a moment, to reschedule or cancel altogether; I’ve done it many hundreds of times – a business norm to re-shuffle again & again, yet experience teaches that people who really want something to happen make it happen; when they don’t want it to happen, they ensure that it does not, rescheduling being a very effective tool
example: when we prepare minutes of meetings & reports we list the names of those who showed up & then have a separate list of ‘regrets’, archaic term indicates they did not show up - they cancelled, they could not rearrange their schedule, they ‘regretted’ not being able to attend; more often, I think, it means ‘could not be bothered’, ‘it was not important enough’ or ‘I have a bigger fish on the other line’ . . . as much as a REAL reason
I admit to doing it - last week I did it 3 times; twice I really had to, once because I was not prepared – so I rescheduled
rescheduling: polite way of canceling & telling the other party they were not important enough to plan for, to keep a commitment & to make the effort
not the words we use, but that is reality; when we do it regularly, we must expect it in return
when it comes back on it does several things; first it reminds me what it must feel like for others when I cancel, secondly, it causes me to examine motives, it affects my opinion of the other party - occasionally it frees up my schedule on a day when I was thinking of rescheduling, sweet relief in the moment; really a passive-aggressive rationalization
rescheduling a routine meeting two weeks out because of a conflict or schedule change is not what I am getting at here; I am both admitting & complaining – but when a meeting is cancelled or rescheduled at the last minute it sends a message
this phenomena spills to inter-personal events where I think it impacts feelings more readily; mine & others
‘zero to 60 in ten seconds’ a phrase we all know relates to acceleration from a standing stop
a new one: from ‘likely’ to zero in 10 seconds
my phone rang, a short conversation later a meeting was ‘not going to happen today’
‘from likely to zero in less than 10 seconds’
oh it will be rescheduled of course as these things often are, but when we really want something to happen we make it a priority – when we don’t, we reschedule or cancel via the rescheduling technique; when something really matters, we plan accordingly & show up - when we don’t, we reschedule
I am really ready . . trash bags in hand, my challenge today is to create some havoc out of all this order; oops, other way ‘round . . in essence to treat everything on my agenda as critical to do before I take a holiday, critical to do after my holiday & that which should be trashed altogether
I was planning to do some errands, shopping & to meet LS for coffee this afternoon, but then the phone rang; from likely to zero in less than 10 seconds - she called to reschedule . . no, actually to schedule a day to talk at which time the rescheduling might take place; whether she has a bigger fish on the other line, unexpected guests as was the story or not matters little
blue eyes sang: regrets, I’ve had a few . . but then again too few to mention
worth aspiring to methinks, as our actions are more significant indicators of our truth than words almost all the time
Mark
Friday, December 16, 2005
December 16 Responses
Friday Dec. 16, 2005 - Year 3, Day 270 - great cheekbones
belated b-day greetings[yesterday] to TJ & BP, may your dash be extended; live long & prosper
my day in Edmonton full, fun & exhausting . . lunch with Carla & getting my proposal in on time were highlights of the day + always cool to bump in to people around town & at stop lights too [hi RT] & then a weary uneventful drive home catching up on calls
sleep took over
my adrenaline high subsided now
there is a new chapter beginning
2 weeks to end the year, 2 weeks to clear the deck, sweep away that which does not really matter – to go hard on those that do, then . . . a new course, not a new year, but a new chapter
sometimes things that don’t rate the ‘serendipitous’ moniker certainly make me smile that way
maybe I should get a coach or find a personal trainer - I wonder if I need one of those ?
hhmmm
sometimes we can change the world
sometimes
I’ve been wondering, is it great cheekbones or smiles that get my attention most; or do great smiles make ordinary cheekbones look great ?
cleary this is one of the great questions of life – comments invited from men only please !
Mark
December 15 Responses
Hello Mark! I was thrilled to see the amazing responses to yesterday's musings. You truly deserve the acknowledgements and comments. Re: Silence from (or notfrom... how would we know?) so many subscribers and quoting a line from a song by Jack Johnson that goes something like this... "Silence speaks very loudly"... There are so many that truly enjoy your soul's thoughts... silently. In short, it was wonderful to hear from some of your 'silent' strangers/friends. Mark, I have been on your list of strangers for a long time. It is time to meet in person and my wish would be to be - one of your friends. Many blessings to you and to all of your virtual friends during this magical time of year! LS :-)
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Thursday Dec. 15, 2005 - Year 3, Day 270 – seriously
-13C in north Edmonton this morning, Gusta found north Edmonton rabbits interesting; sky clear with a huge moon at the top of the night sky; mild weather for here this time of year, but frosty compared to recent days in Calgary
tis the season for ‘seasoned greetings’; buying a paper this morning I saw Sonny M – a reminder that a 2 block walk in Edmonton produces multiple encounters with people I know or recognize, while 2 hours in downtown Calgary produces sore feet
I had a good, albeit short visit with MM last night; love the soft water + got time to have an infamous Eva massage last night – I’m ready for anything the day brings my adrenaline level is subsiding a little; some housekeeping items on ‘the big proposal’ before delivery here today, then I am headed home . . . not enough time to see so many people . . next time !
on CBC radio last night – a group of women commenting on a book of compiled essays by men [their husbands were some of they essayists] . .I found it interesting, given recent experiences, that they commented about how much they enjoyed the insights and ‘typical self-indulgence’; I was offended ! on behalf of the male species I must protest this injustice
men are not self-indulgent as a group/class any more than women are not; the discussion was amusing though, but I gathered their view [gawd, women writers speaking with one voice!] seemed to be that women can be serious writers while their view is that men can be humourous writers with moments of serious clarity
seriously, I am serious
seriously, I am not funny
I’d like to be funny, too often I mistake telling an old bad joke for a funny-bone moment
I’d like to be serious, but a rogue sense of bad-joke-itis invades, remnant of juvenile insecure behaviour I’ve been unable to restrain for the last 40 years, but I think I am making progress
seriously
I think men want to be taken seriously by women, but often we try to inject humour [lame attempt at empathy]
there, CBC & Edmonton weather conspire to make me serious
really
Mark
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
December 14 responses
For me, it's like meeting a friend for coffee each morning. I've become used to that few minutes of time in the morning -- having my first coffee, reading the musing of the day -- even though I don't respond often and even when I don't agree with your take on something (generally when I do respond). I think I'd miss it! Kudos on your commitment to stick with this daily., CC
Wow, 1000 musings - can't think of anything I've done that consistently in my life. I'm a hit and miss reader, but do enjoy knowing you're there, CL
Congratulations on 1000 days of musing!!! I am one of the 4529 strangers who shyly anticipates your words each day and never responds. I find that enormity of what you have accomplished with your musings remarkable. To be able to touch 4529 people each day, to have them anticipate your words each morning; it is inspirational. Please keep them coming because I will certainly be waiting. CS
Mark, Congratulations on your 1000th musing. Thanks to whoever included me within your circle of friends, I feel honoured and blessed to read your musings every day. I am one of the people who communicate with a note once in a while. Keep up the good work - we all love you, IS
Pls kindly remove me from your list. Great articles, but don't have time to review. Very sorry. See you soon at up coming events., PK
Wednesday Dec. 14, 2005 - Year 3, Day 269 - 4529 friends
To my 4529 musing friends – mostly strangers I’ve never met who never write so I should call you 4529 strangers; among you there are many dear friends, foes, pals, conquests, failed-to-get-it-right near misses at nirvana & colleagues
among you are many who enjoy words as I do, ones who communicate with a note once in a while, a phone call or a wink/nod when we meet up somewhere; it doesn’t matter what or where, it doesn’t matter how close or far . . thank you !
today is the 1000th day of musing, a day not unlike any other, but worth noting I think:
To: Carla who started me on this . . thanks !
To: the original 8 who kept me going those first months & thanks PI & KM for your notes
To: the 220 in our little community at the end of the first year . . . wow & thanks
To: the 4528 of you this morning . . . thank you being my audience
these last 1000 days countless hundreds have come & gone, I don’t keep track that frequently as the total ebbs & flows; I checked this morning to see 4528 on the list . but if I add JM – just did – that makes 4529
some strangers write nice things, some write cranky things, most are silent most of the time
the silent majority factor used to bother me; but then I would have an isolated comment on the street, at a function or standing in line at an event when some guy reading my name tag would say to his wife, ‘honey come over here – meet that musing guy’ who sends stuff to us every morning
yoke off my neck, ‘big project’ fully sent to print & then I’m off on a whirlwind trip to Edmonton this evening - time to catch up on calls & things domestic . . back tomorrow morning
I’ve never been so focused as this past couple of weeks, a couple of things have slipped through the cracks, but not much + 2 new clients to connect with today
Mark
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
December 13 responses
Hey Mark .. You forgot to call me Monday about a 'Getaway Golf ' trip. Maybe we should check with all your musers and see if there are others interested in doing the same thing and we could start an 'Annual Muser Golf Getaway' I think that would be great fun. Some destinations I have in mind .. Phoenix, Tuscon, S. California , The Carolinas , St. George, Utah and of course Florida. I know you are busy .. I read that every day so I'll wait for your call but if I do see something very enticing I'll let you know. Take care ... CCC (Ms. Travel Agent)
Mark, still enjoying your musings though not always time to read every day. Being away from Chinook country for so many years, I enjoy the weather report ;-) Also, had a wonderful outbreak of laughter at a typo in today's musings where AK Ithink meant "lawlessness" but wrote "lawnessness". So in my Zen-master humor I thought of all the rogue lawns I have ever known and how they still attack and demand attention, especially on the wet coast. Anyway, all the best for 2006!, JD
Tuesday Dec. 13, 2005 - Year 3, Day 268 - 999
with 998 musings behind be, the impact of tomorrow looms, I am like a kid watching the odometer crawling to roll over a series of 9’s to a series . . zeros . .
I’ve never read enough about bio-feedback to have 2 clues to rub together, but I know what is keeping me going this week . . . pure adrenaline; in this world of pedometers & gadgets I wonder if anyone has invented a tool to measure adrenaline - it would be nice to measure that rise & fall each time I get a ‘great call’, clever paragraph, new twist on an old idea
this frenetic stuff is subsiding, calmer now, normalcy returns tomorrow after 1 last night of editing
I took a break last evening, met a ‘no-potential for me nice person’; the break was good, but two people who start off feeling like sandpaper should avoid each other . . next !
last night, another late night - another ream of paper – late coffee morphs into early morning printer hum, blurry vision
papers pile, dishes pile, laundry piles, errand notes pile – quick . . give me red meat
kk, my daughter Krista, called last night – much going on her busy life, calmer now, normalcy returns for a while now after a frenetic high emotion period of whirling dervishes & stuff
where did she get that ?
Mark
Monday, December 12, 2005
December 11 Responses
Well, hello Mark. Wow, another year whips past... the hair goes greyer and thinner, the belly gets bigger, the wrinkles grow deeper... sigh. But, life is great !! Always looking forward to coming home (Houston to Calgary) for our annual Christmas family get together and daily egg nogs celebrated with friends and business acquaintenances the week prior. What an absolute gas. There's nothing like tipping a few with old friends boasting ambitious plans for the upcoming year, sports predictions, income exaggerations and other testosterone driven jocularities. And, of course, coming home to hockey ... real hockey., On behalf of us transplanted Canuckleheads in Houston, wherever we spend Christmas this year, happy holidays to everyone and best wishes for 2006 !! It should be dandy !! Joe, JT
Monday Dec. 12, 2005 - Year 3, Day 267 - swift currents
like the view from the shore my horizon, as far as I can see; my dreams are the ship, where shall I sail ? what to choose; uncharted waters, swift currents [Sask. joke there], or safe harbours ? my love of ocean stems from standing firmly on shore, though tacking through wind seems such a wonderful metaphor for recent events, I’m making headway ‘against the flow’
his 91 yr. old brother had a heart attack & his condition does not sound promising; youngest of 12 my dad has seen most of his siblings slip away
he & 3 remain; he and Paul have not been close since boyhood, but I don’t think that matters much now
I have no knowledge of feelings for brothers or sisters, having none, I wonder what that is like
inspiration found me yesterday, finding words, mellow firm ones that flow from the tongue like water over falls after so many edited ones flew from my desk, never reaching the floor . . gone to a cyber-word junk pail somewhere, never to be heard from again; ‘again, half as long’ & many thanks to pal KK for such disciplined example, I realized last night I’ve become a much better editor
a highly productive weekend sets tone for busy few ahead & trip to Edmonton later this week
Mark
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Sunday, December 11, 2005
December 11 Responses
Hi Mark, Thought I'd drop you a quick line and catch you up on So. Cal. News; It's a puffy cloud-studded, 68*F here today. No rain predicted but the cooler temps are a welcome contrast to the usual 75*+. One more week of school for me, then off for two and a half weeks! Mark doesn't finish until 12/22 so I'll have a week to shop and rest up before the onslaught of relatives and traveling. My step-grandmother is in the dying throes of...dying. She had a massive stroke before Thanksgiving and has been off food and water since then. Just refuses to die...kinda' like a cockroach. And yes, I mean that. She was an ornery, cantankerous old biddy for the last 20 years of her life. When she finally succumbs, it'll be a relief for all of us. Mark has big plans for my birthday, which he refuses to divulge. And he KNOWS how crazy surprises make me! Remember, I'm the girl who opened every one of my Christmas gifts before the big day then carefully rewrapped them so no one would know. I still do it. To this day. Which is exactly why he's holding out. When we went to AZ for Thanksgiving, my mom slipped me a birthday gift before we left and admonished me not to open it until 12/23. Ha! Dad says, "Let her open it now, Pat. You know she'll have it unwrapped before she gets to the stop sign at the end of the block anyway." Daddy knows his little girl... And as for Daddies and little girls, I'm moving into the 29th week of my pregnancy. Eleven weeks to go! All's still very well. Baby Delaney is growing longer and stronger. A full night's sleep is a thing of the past as she insists on kicking and turning in the middle of it. We're readying the third bedroom for her; Mark is putting up the crib as I type. (Remind me to order future bicycles already assembled...) He's been great through it all. I couldn't ask for a more attentive, involved, patient, loving partner. I stopped by his school after a brief dr. appt. last week and happened to glance at his desk calendar. He's crossing out days with a pink highlighter. When I asked him what that was all about, he said that he's counting down the days... Hope things are good for you too, though I detect a melancholy tone in your musings lately. Are you OK? If I don't talk to you before it, have a wonderful, merry Christmas, Mark. And a joyous New Year! kisses and hugs, LR
Sunday Dec. 11, 2005 - Year 3, Day 266 - ink on paper
a clever phrase, an extra ounce of effort, a gallon of sweat, a fresh idea - what makes REAL difference? I’ve worked on home-run successes before, most memorable worthy ones involving education facility projects where helping kids succeed was the raison d’etre
it was the reason, it was the reward
project proposals litter my shelves, a mix of win & lose, product of weeks littered with all-nighters only to finish way too far back in the pack to matter - or in the final 3
final home stretch writing/editing wrestle, 1 more day till printing; it weighs heavily
huge win or disappointing ‘though worthy’ effort awaits
for me . . another win or near miss . .
but for a town seeking to alter its future by winning this project – more than a contest to win, place or show
to win makes the future change; failure, not an option
sleepy little town in inevitable decline, the future ordinary; or profoundly changed future, affecting unborn children of unborn children
my task - coordination, orchestration, writing, presentation, argument . . a task for a fee
more than play spin-doctor with good material I need to capture the dream, paint the picture, tug at hearts while proving my case with facts & argument
facts are good, arguments are better . . . then there is politics . . always a variable one cannot control
if I write well we win
a town will see its landscape change, opportunities of a community for generations altered - I’ve been working on this for two months, but the magnitude of it just hit me - more than I imagined
ink on paper is easy, impression on a mind . . . harder
To LE: random acts connect people, the words of one person may impact the world of someone else – you know what an impact one person’s energy can have on another; may you get a slice of humanity sent your way; may you send some of yours to us too once in a while
Mark
Saturday, December 10, 2005
December 10 Responses
Saturday Dec. 10, 2005 - Year 3, Day 265 - float my boat
feeling better in part from a great sleep, in part from cathartic stuff going on; some of it emanates from my speech the other night at Toastmasters, connections made in the moment, conversations afterward – of lessons learned deserving exploration
other thoughts invade . . . influenced in part by ‘it’s December – avoid being gloomy at all costs’ stuff’
this season of societal influences on happiness, joy & fulfillment has me wondering if settling for something ‘acceptable’ is a better short term course than the one I’ve chosen
in my work a time-worn thing to do this time of year; to review the year’s business, predict/budget for the coming year & develop a plan for measurable achievable goals
I have wonderful benchmarks – women of high quality [SC & KT my top of mind examples] where connections transcend the ordinary, the trivial, the superficial; experiences of intellectual curiosity blending humour, sensuality & purpose in life . . . a giving/getting equation of reciprocity built more on giving/giving with the getting simply a by-product of the joy, an unbreakable connection of loving on a deep level
I am a smart guy; I should be able to define a set of parameters: max/min levels of points per category, demonstrations of qualities to float my boat
why then, can I not do the same in my pursuit of a ‘woman companion lover friend pal buddy collaborator co-traveler golfer laugh-mate play-mate soul-mate ? I clearly have all of these elements in my life, a composite of many people who play different roles in my life, I in turn play a some role[s] in theirs?
‘I want it all’ , a phrase most are familiar with; I do ‘have it all’ which might be the better course because the joy brought to my life has bits & pieces of this person or that person in it; though some people come & go in our lives, some stay there . . forever and always, in all ways . . with no legal issues, property rights or asset divisions ever looming
I had a discussion with DL about the women in my life; she wondered if I would be comfortable meeting a woman who had a collection of men in her life comparable to the collection of female friends I carry around in my rolodex; maybe that is an obstacle in the minds of some – I find it a great joy I’d wish on anyone !
JT in Costa Rica or KN departing Maui golf/Little Beach adventure bound have me itching to swing a club . . . get some sun & play
for today, I’ll stick to my pile-o’-work & maybe take a break to visit the market or catch a movie
project goals = work days left in 2005; is that reality or my rationalization ? I may be deluding myself, but for now I’ll cling to it
. . but come Monday, I think I’ll call my golf gods advisor [CC the travel agent] for guidance on how to make winter shorter on a modest budget; I’m thinking Feb/Mar . . or I could just go to Osoyoos in Jan. . . . or Bandon Dunes in April . . or Phoenix in Jan.. . too many options to think about now
have a great weekend
Mark
Friday, December 09, 2005
December 9 Responses
Happy Birthday. Sober is most awesome and empowering, AL
Mark - I am flattered that you feel my theory about men's dating mirroring men's television watching seems to have some basis in truth. Soooo – are there any men out there who would find me interesting enough to stop channel-surfing?? AW
Friday Dec. 9, 2005 - Year 3, Day 264 - home stretch
a break of warm weather has my mind in a warmer place with palm trees & bent grass greens, my body is here but my heart is visiting a sandy place, a slower pace & wearing a tan
by george, she’s got it: if her theory holds true, I should find a woman who holds my interest as strongly as West Wing holds my interest; AW says that men [in respect to staying interested in women] are much like men[in respect to the remote control]; they want to know what is on, while at the same time they want to know what else is on
I’m headed down the home-stretch on a project, though the debris of paper spread around this place would likely not convince anyone; it will be great in a few days when each walk, each trip, each meeting does not leave me with the fervent need to rush home to my grindstone
I need some playtime . . . hopefully I’ll squeeze some in this weekend, but not much time available . . seems I cannot have it both ways
now, if I could just find a comely non-smoking, golfing West Wing fan, who lives in my postal code . . . or maybe I should shop first for a postal code with bent-grass greens & palm trees ??
quick, where’s the remote ?
Mark
Thursday, December 08, 2005
December 8 Responses
PS....I'm going to print out your past musing from a year ago, and put it in my Big Book, which was presented to me at the annual gratitude banquet, for the person with the 'least' days of sobriety, on the evening of my first day at an AA meeting!