I spent all afternoon yesterday around Lake Calhoun, basking in the sun, watching all the runners, bikers, and TC residents who were thinking just like I was: SEIZE IT
I read a book all afternoon. IT was the MOST GLORIOUS DAY. Caps lock = totally appropriate.
Haven't felt that depth of happiness in a long time.
I'm going to make some changes in the future...they could be hairy/scary. [exhale].
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
How will we live?
http://english.aljazeera.net/news/middleeast/2010/05/201051081849739152.html
What if it was our country...what would we call a system that forces 65 percent of one ethnic/racial group into poverty? What would we call a system that forces 75 percent of this ethnic/racial group's children into poverty, along with 45% of its own children in poverty? What would we call this system that discriminates based on an ethnic/racial group in "planning and construction, exploitation of land, and minimal investment in physical infrastructure and government and municipal services?" What do we call a system that strips a people of its land (based on race/ethnicity), builds homes for the people in power, and then issues few permits for housing construction of this subordinate population since the occupation started?
Does this resemble segregation in the US? Does this resemble Apartheid in South Africa? Does this remind the United States of our dark past of colonization (manifest destiny) and stripping indigenous peoples and Mexicans of the lands where they resided on the continent of North America? Does this remind us of our current policies of immigration enforcement during the 2000s? Does this resemble gentrification in US metropolitan centers? Does this resemble suburban Europe with its policies of isolation and exclusion for North Africans and other immigrants? Have we fallen so far from grace that we cannot see the systems within our own borders?
Are we able to make this world better, not just for the few, but for all? Are we able put our personal ambitions and self-justifications away for the sake of the common good? Are we able to be a compassionate people struggling for liberation and reconciliation, instead of domination and isolation? Are we able to live with love, grace, and service, instead of hate, apathy, and selfishness? Are we able to co-exist together, instead of destroying and bringing each other down? Can we see each other, not as competitors, strangers, or enemies, but as neighbors, brothers and sisters....as one race, one Human race? How will we live?
What if it was our country...what would we call a system that forces 65 percent of one ethnic/racial group into poverty? What would we call a system that forces 75 percent of this ethnic/racial group's children into poverty, along with 45% of its own children in poverty? What would we call this system that discriminates based on an ethnic/racial group in "planning and construction, exploitation of land, and minimal investment in physical infrastructure and government and municipal services?" What do we call a system that strips a people of its land (based on race/ethnicity), builds homes for the people in power, and then issues few permits for housing construction of this subordinate population since the occupation started?
Does this resemble segregation in the US? Does this resemble Apartheid in South Africa? Does this remind the United States of our dark past of colonization (manifest destiny) and stripping indigenous peoples and Mexicans of the lands where they resided on the continent of North America? Does this remind us of our current policies of immigration enforcement during the 2000s? Does this resemble gentrification in US metropolitan centers? Does this resemble suburban Europe with its policies of isolation and exclusion for North Africans and other immigrants? Have we fallen so far from grace that we cannot see the systems within our own borders?
Are we able to make this world better, not just for the few, but for all? Are we able put our personal ambitions and self-justifications away for the sake of the common good? Are we able to be a compassionate people struggling for liberation and reconciliation, instead of domination and isolation? Are we able to live with love, grace, and service, instead of hate, apathy, and selfishness? Are we able to co-exist together, instead of destroying and bringing each other down? Can we see each other, not as competitors, strangers, or enemies, but as neighbors, brothers and sisters....as one race, one Human race? How will we live?
Found it in the kitchen
I need to cook everyday. I find such pleasure and satisfaction in it. In the complete process. Of searching for products, organizing, preparing and then balancing all with heat/cold and gastro-chem.
I do this. I will have reason to be happy. Every day.
1 + 1 = duh.
I do this. I will have reason to be happy. Every day.
1 + 1 = duh.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Springy Me
A few weeks ago I ordered myself a couple new pairs of running shoes. (One for indoor and one for outdoor purposes, DUH). Anyways-- I've been logging quite a few miles and I feel good. mentally and physically. Makes sense.
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Yesterday I went for a 12 mile run which ended up only being 7 and a half because I was tugged into an Ultimate Frisbee scrimmage against a La Crosse, WI team that was visiting. The grass was green, the sun was out in full force and the sky was a striking blue. Beautiful Saturday afternoon, the day after a fresh rain. I figured, "Why not." Post scrimmage I left the fields with a few semi-sore muscles (which are now sorer than they were yesterday) a dirt and grass stained shirt and some awesome battle scars and scrapes --one of which is about the size of a wiffle ball hanging out high on the side of my right thigh.
I was the oldest out on the fields...but I definitely outplayed everyone there. (which feels nice in a small way).
I'm training for a possible marathon, and I'm going to start the world famous P90X training and fitness program in about 2-3 weeks, which will last me through the summer. I'm pretty excited for that. It'll be a nice distraction I think.
I hope Easter is as good to you all as it is to me. :o) Keep blazing trails and forging new paths.
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Yesterday I went for a 12 mile run which ended up only being 7 and a half because I was tugged into an Ultimate Frisbee scrimmage against a La Crosse, WI team that was visiting. The grass was green, the sun was out in full force and the sky was a striking blue. Beautiful Saturday afternoon, the day after a fresh rain. I figured, "Why not." Post scrimmage I left the fields with a few semi-sore muscles (which are now sorer than they were yesterday) a dirt and grass stained shirt and some awesome battle scars and scrapes --one of which is about the size of a wiffle ball hanging out high on the side of my right thigh.
I was the oldest out on the fields...but I definitely outplayed everyone there. (which feels nice in a small way).
I'm training for a possible marathon, and I'm going to start the world famous P90X training and fitness program in about 2-3 weeks, which will last me through the summer. I'm pretty excited for that. It'll be a nice distraction I think.
I hope Easter is as good to you all as it is to me. :o) Keep blazing trails and forging new paths.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Revived.
long time, no post. Sorry.
It's been boiling within , and now it's gotta come out.
I love Gordon Ramsey. He's so fucking passionate about food and service, that it sickens me.
His personality is brutally pointed. Direct. Critical. Yet extremely well-versed, educated, and brilliantly observant.
Kitchen Nightmares. Hell's Kitchen. watch 'em.
"shit mate..." i'm so hooked on that depth of passion.
It's been boiling within , and now it's gotta come out.
I love Gordon Ramsey. He's so fucking passionate about food and service, that it sickens me.
His personality is brutally pointed. Direct. Critical. Yet extremely well-versed, educated, and brilliantly observant.
Kitchen Nightmares. Hell's Kitchen. watch 'em.
"shit mate..." i'm so hooked on that depth of passion.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Fortune Teller Hippie on Valentine's Day
Last night, after putting in a 14 hour day at the restaurant (oh Valentine's Day...blah blah blah)
I had no capable brain function. So I went to the late showing of Valentine's Day at the theater with Megan and Talls & Smalls. I slept through about a third of it. I saw the ending and may buy it.
Afterwards, I met a Hippie at a local bar. He looked tattered and weather-beaten on the outside. Grayed beard and course skin, dressed in some holey boots, some paint and patch strewn gray pants, and a well worn wool jacket. I wondered if he were homeless. He said he was from out of town. The social justice seeker and humanitarian in me said I should accept him at his words, but I still had my doubts... Why is it that we often force people to prove themselves, before we accept them? Why do we tend to treat people as guilty, until proven innocent.... Rather, why do we struggle to accept strangers on first encounter without any reservations? Why are we guarded and cautionary---especially with "the gpysies, and freaks, the outcast and homeless?"
At any rate, he had a beer with us and after a few minutes he shared that he could read fortunes and volunteered to demonstrate. Apparently a question is asked/presented silently to oneself. Then Hippie Daryl closes his eyes and proceeds to what I can only describe as "spins his thoughts in a randomized mental commotion." It was suggested to us, that we don't leave his mind to whirl too long or it becomes difficult for him to pull out the correct answer. Upon touching his hand, he breathes slowly as if the words or phrases to your question are coming into focus like the vision charts at the optometrist. And then he tells you.
My friend HappyDimples was intrigued and volunteered herself. I decided to simultaneously play along, and asked questions to myself while my friend was controlling the length of Daryl's spin cycle. I played along for 3 spins, and each time Daryl produced answers/phrases that correlated directly to my questions, but not to HappyDimple's.
It was perhaps one of the coolest, most freaky things I've ever ever experienced....I fear if I post the questions, then the answers I've been given might be negated in some weird superstitious manner.
Oh well, I'll share the 3rd, because it was just to freakishly "impossible" to have possibly happened.
Question: Would it be worth my time to return to Korea and search for my birth parents?
Daryl's Spin: "I sense a quest...a journey..."
I will say this, I did not ask questions in which I tried to test the aptitude of his craft or trick him. (ie. what color am I thinking about now?) However, my 2nd question was a follow up question to my first, and the 3rd (which I posted) had nothing to do with questions 1 or 2.
And my mind is blown. Do you believe?
I had no capable brain function. So I went to the late showing of Valentine's Day at the theater with Megan and Talls & Smalls. I slept through about a third of it. I saw the ending and may buy it.
Afterwards, I met a Hippie at a local bar. He looked tattered and weather-beaten on the outside. Grayed beard and course skin, dressed in some holey boots, some paint and patch strewn gray pants, and a well worn wool jacket. I wondered if he were homeless. He said he was from out of town. The social justice seeker and humanitarian in me said I should accept him at his words, but I still had my doubts... Why is it that we often force people to prove themselves, before we accept them? Why do we tend to treat people as guilty, until proven innocent.... Rather, why do we struggle to accept strangers on first encounter without any reservations? Why are we guarded and cautionary---especially with "the gpysies, and freaks, the outcast and homeless?"
At any rate, he had a beer with us and after a few minutes he shared that he could read fortunes and volunteered to demonstrate. Apparently a question is asked/presented silently to oneself. Then Hippie Daryl closes his eyes and proceeds to what I can only describe as "spins his thoughts in a randomized mental commotion." It was suggested to us, that we don't leave his mind to whirl too long or it becomes difficult for him to pull out the correct answer. Upon touching his hand, he breathes slowly as if the words or phrases to your question are coming into focus like the vision charts at the optometrist. And then he tells you.
My friend HappyDimples was intrigued and volunteered herself. I decided to simultaneously play along, and asked questions to myself while my friend was controlling the length of Daryl's spin cycle. I played along for 3 spins, and each time Daryl produced answers/phrases that correlated directly to my questions, but not to HappyDimple's.
It was perhaps one of the coolest, most freaky things I've ever ever experienced....I fear if I post the questions, then the answers I've been given might be negated in some weird superstitious manner.
Oh well, I'll share the 3rd, because it was just to freakishly "impossible" to have possibly happened.
Question: Would it be worth my time to return to Korea and search for my birth parents?
Daryl's Spin: "I sense a quest...a journey..."
I will say this, I did not ask questions in which I tried to test the aptitude of his craft or trick him. (ie. what color am I thinking about now?) However, my 2nd question was a follow up question to my first, and the 3rd (which I posted) had nothing to do with questions 1 or 2.
And my mind is blown. Do you believe?
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