Olympics Rock!


The celebration of determination, physical and mental fortitude, and the art of competition – man, I love the Olympics! Sure, you want to cheer your country on, if yours is represented, but don’t you find yourself rooting for ANYONE?

Tears appear now and again. I think to myself, WHY?! You’re in the OLYMPICS!!!!!!!! This is history. You are at your peak. You are the pride of the world. Any place is superior. Let the tears be only of joy.

There will be a few athletes whose attitudes rot. They may have their priorities askew. Who doesn’t once in a lifetime? Unfortunately, the world is privy to their poor choices. Let’s hope they learn from the experience and we, the world, don’t hold it against them. I’d hate to have to grow up in front of the world. I’d hate to put my foot in my mouth when I wasn’t mature yet. It is these athletes’ youth that often makes us cheer them on all the more. Remember.

I LOVE THE OLYMPICS! Congratulations all Olympiads! You embody excellence. If this is the last year you expect to compete, let your future be as inspiring as your present!

Parenting from scratch


I have parented from scratch. That is to say, I have attempted to impart on my children the values I deem most precious: learn, love, explore, commit.

I did not take a poll and vote on what the majority believe to be the current temperature for moral standards. I continued to gather useful ideas, of course, but my main themes have stood solid. I trusted my instincts and stood by them. It has not been easy. It has not been completely successful…yet.

I think with any good recipe made from scratch, I have to be patient. I have to keep an eye on it, but DON’T lift the lid or open the oven door. I have to rely on the purity of the fresh ingredients and allow them to work their magic ever so carefully. When time takes its course, the final product is heaven-sent.

I also know that if any one ingredient is sour, the recipe collapses. No stirring or watering down will do. It’s a total loss. I spend a great deal of time wondering which element I contributed could have destroyed what I nourished these many years. I hope it will pull through.

I want to see it rise and blossom and feed the world.

I have to wait.

Is my mind more open because of you?


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Beautiful or dangerous, craggy mess?

It’s been a while since the dawn of instant information. We’ve been in contact with parts of the world we’ll never see in person. How has this benefitted us? Are we better off because we can communicate this way?

This venue allows us, invisibly, to deliberately intrude or accidentally spy upon opposing ideas. Do we seek other perspectives? Altruistically or to cache an arsenal? How do we respond to the world of philosophies? What compels us to leave a response? Anonymity? Resolve? Conceit? Concern?

Ultimately, the answer depends on the individual. Some will further their own agendas, seeking out supporters of beliefs perhaps not well fleshed out or, conversely, architecturally steadfast. Some will waffle. Some will flip.

Is this any different than in the three-dimensional world? Perhaps it’s in fast-forward format. Does that mean we’ll sooner fashion firmer ideas with stout defenses?

What affect does this space have on me? I’m exposed to poor spelling, fractured sentences (of which I have contributed – sorry), garish opinions. I, too, am introduced to heart-stopping images and outrageously profound insights. I wonder if I would have been equally affected had I seen the face of the person behind them first. Would judgment have closed that door too quickly?

I don’t yet know the answer. I am too much enjoying the journey. Come along and see what you think.