Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Jenna: Cal, are you happy? I mean, when you call yourself a happy man, do you really mean it?I've been running that scene around in my head since the movie ended. Is there such thing as happy enough? To me it seems that once you consider yourself happy enough, you become complacent and stop growing, learning and experiencing new things. Happy enough strikes me as stagnation. But at the same time if you're never happy enough, do you continually feel unfulfilled?
Cal: You ask a serious question, I'll give you a serious answer: Happy enough. I don't expect much. I don't get much, I don't give much. I generally enjoy whatever comes along. That's my answer for you, summed up for your feminine consideration. I'm happy enough.
I don't think I'd ever settle for happy enough.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
You know what? If expecting more out of so-called "Democrats" is elitist, then I wave the elitist banner proudly. If not pandering to the kind of close-mindedness featured in this video means not carrying states like West Virginia, then so be it. Let them vote Red.
I've been finding quite a few reasons to smile the past week or so. Tonight was no exception. Our bedtime story with the kid has been Captain Underpants And The Perilous Plot Of Professor Poopypants and we all got a great chuckle out of the name game in Chapter 15 - The Name Change-O-Chart 2000.
Here's how it goes. Your new name is determined by checking List 1 for your first initial. Check List 2 for your last initial. And check List 3 for the last letter of your last name.
Monday, May 12, 2008
We've been lucky this year to have a robin build a nest right on our deck railing outside our living room window, nestled among the curling vines of a sweetautumn clematis. For the past few weeks we've anticipated the arrival of the chicks. On Saturday morning, they arrived.
It's been a great experience to watch the wonder of new life and the dedication of the parents, but the most amazing thing happened this evening. My wife was peering out the window from our sofa, watching the babies stretch their tiny heads up for food. As I looked up, I saw something I've never seen before -- my wife as a six-year old girl, full of wonder and excitement -- the budding inquisitive scientist -- a precursor to the woman I now know and love. For this alone, I'll forever be indebted to the mother robin that chose our deck railing to start her new family.
Postcript: As I sat here writing this, a large hawk landed on the deck rail, looking for an evening snack. Thanks to the quick action of my wife, the chicks are still pleasantly snuggled in their nest.
Now I'm not talking about friends of the Facebook variety. Rather the friends whose presence can have such profound effect on my emotional state are those with whom I've spent endless hours in poignant conversation; those with whom I've shared intense life-defining experiences; those around whom I've let down my social defense and shared something of what comprises me.
It makes some sense to me that that act of sharing me, and receiving something of them in return creates a sort of symbiotic relationship. It is as if a part of me lives (physically? metaphysically?) in them -- lying safe, but dormant, until our paths cross again. To me, this would explain that feeling of instability when I've been disconnected from friends for too long; perhaps the me in me is wondering where the rest of me went?
Saturday, May 10, 2008
For the record, I've been to 11 of the 25 most popular attractions -- but only three of the eight "natural" attractions. How about you?
Thursday, May 8, 2008
As much as it pains me, if she's the nominee, I might join in with Rush Limbaugh's "operation chaos" movement and vote for McCain. OK, that would pain me a little too much.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Trust seems innate in some relationships. In others, it takes years -- if ever -- for the seed of trust to slowly crack through our thick emotional skins. But in all cases, it takes the first step, the first peek from behind the wizard's curtain, to let trust emerge. That trust may be broken. It may wither and die from undernourishment. But, slowly, ever so slowly, it may grow into something extraordinary. And, so we step out from behind the curtain and welcome a new soul into our life's adventure.
(I'm expected a posthumous Charlton Heston message any time now.)
Monday, May 5, 2008
It is striking to me that we're being treated to such a spectacle of nature, simultaneous to my own personal search for rebirth and belief. Lest you think I'm heading to the nearest revival, I assure you that my rebirth won't be anything of a traditional religious reawakening. Rather, I'm searching for a more concrete something to hang my spiritual hat on. And I suspect the juxtaposition of efficiency and intricacy found in these spring blooms -- in fact, in all of nature -- might lead more to my awakening than any communion of humanity can offer.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
While I'm still standing in Obama's corner, I certainly can stand behind the general philosophy of smaller, less-intrusive government.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Here's the video.
And here's the online progressive community's "thank you" for her professionalism and dedication to the truth.
Stories like this renew what little faith I have in the people of this country.