"I can't imagine you playing any sports."
Eyebrows raised, "Really?"
"I can't even see that."
"I have never heard that before."
Pause.
"I don't have that soccer player look?"
He laughs,"Nooo...."
Reactive laughter in unison.
"Like I just see you quietly at your desk. Like sports and Zane don't mix."
Perceptions. Context of knowledge. Quiet laughter.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
poison
"Honey!"
"You okay?"
"Honey...I accidentally took one of your pills!!!"
"Which one?"
"The . . . "
"No worries -- you just wont be hungry today."
goofy boy
"You okay?"
"Honey...I accidentally took one of your pills!!!"
"Which one?"
"The . . . "
"No worries -- you just wont be hungry today."
goofy boy
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
bouncing back
gattaca...
watched it over and over again yesterday
all day
until i slept.
this morning
v for vendetta....
"V: I can assure you I mean you no harm.
Evey: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well, I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights permit me then in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
[V throws back his cape.]
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! [He slashes a large V through a propaganda poster.] The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [giggles] Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V".
Evey: Are you, like, a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking?
Evey: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. "
~
"I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none." (Macbeth 1.7.47-48)
...
always a revolution of fearlessness and gentleness in every moment.
watched it over and over again yesterday
all day
until i slept.
this morning
v for vendetta....
"V: I can assure you I mean you no harm.
Evey: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well, I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights permit me then in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
[V throws back his cape.]
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! [He slashes a large V through a propaganda poster.] The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [giggles] Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V".
Evey: Are you, like, a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking?
Evey: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. "
~
"I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none." (Macbeth 1.7.47-48)
...
always a revolution of fearlessness and gentleness in every moment.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
fathers and sons
f: what's steve doing today?
z: 12 hr run in the city
f: 12 hrs? running for 12 hrs.
shakes head laughing.
z: 1 mile loops, lots of friends, smiling the entire time.
freddie looks at me over his shoulder.
z: you're telling me when I call you at 40 your son isn't going to say, "dad's hoopin for 12 hrs?"
laughter.
f: that's right, i will be hoopin for 12hrs
they understand each other perfectly.
z: 12 hr run in the city
f: 12 hrs? running for 12 hrs.
shakes head laughing.
z: 1 mile loops, lots of friends, smiling the entire time.
freddie looks at me over his shoulder.
z: you're telling me when I call you at 40 your son isn't going to say, "dad's hoopin for 12 hrs?"
laughter.
f: that's right, i will be hoopin for 12hrs
they understand each other perfectly.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Under the stars
Spent....
We were to go to a Bellarmine thingy.
"What are we doing tonight?"
"Every year we go and we end up laughing at how silly it all is. Then we ask ourselves why are we here."
"Yeah." laughter.
"Let's skip it."
Home.
Steve did his yoga. I went outside, watched the stars and listened to Toni Childs, Dreamer for I dont know how long. Not much awareness of anything but the slow rise and fall of my chest...and then a memory,
"Why do you work?"
"To get to space."
"What?"
"To be able to afford the price of the ticket."
"Really?"
"Really."
Awkward silence. Disconnect. Different language. Translation not available.
Returned to the stars and the music and lingered.
We were to go to a Bellarmine thingy.
"What are we doing tonight?"
"Every year we go and we end up laughing at how silly it all is. Then we ask ourselves why are we here."
"Yeah." laughter.
"Let's skip it."
Home.
Steve did his yoga. I went outside, watched the stars and listened to Toni Childs, Dreamer for I dont know how long. Not much awareness of anything but the slow rise and fall of my chest...and then a memory,
"Why do you work?"
"To get to space."
"What?"
"To be able to afford the price of the ticket."
"Really?"
"Really."
Awkward silence. Disconnect. Different language. Translation not available.
Returned to the stars and the music and lingered.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
far and away
Cait La Dee, "Take Me Home"
Sia, "Breathe Me"
The Cure, "To Wish Impossible Things"
Sting, "Fragile"
Sia, "Breathe Me"
The Cure, "To Wish Impossible Things"
Sting, "Fragile"
Monday, October 20, 2008
Bar Stool Economics
I enjoyed the following which I received in an email from a friend.
Bar Stool Economics
Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. 'Since you are all such good customers, he said, 'I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20. Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?'
They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.
'I only got a dollar out of the $20,'declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man,' but he got $10!'
'Yeah, that's right,' exclaimed the fifth man. 'I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I!'
'That's true!!' shouted the seventh man. 'Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!'
'Wait a minute,' yelled the first four men in unison. 'We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!'
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore.
In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.
David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D. Professor of Economics, University of Georgia
Bar Stool Economics
Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. 'Since you are all such good customers, he said, 'I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20. Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?'
They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.
'I only got a dollar out of the $20,'declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man,' but he got $10!'
'Yeah, that's right,' exclaimed the fifth man. 'I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I!'
'That's true!!' shouted the seventh man. 'Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!'
'Wait a minute,' yelled the first four men in unison. 'We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!'
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore.
In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.
David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D. Professor of Economics, University of Georgia
Saturday, October 18, 2008
tia susan...tia susan....
I miss the pitter patter of little feet. Last Saturday we woke-up with Allison lying horizontally at the end of the bed. Just a week ago.
Strange the sound of "Susan" again and again. In reference. In being. A name long lost. Returned by translation. "Susan"....
Looking forward to crashing at the house on Margarita Island in January...and the sound of "Tia Susan."
Strange the sound of "Susan" again and again. In reference. In being. A name long lost. Returned by translation. "Susan"....
Looking forward to crashing at the house on Margarita Island in January...and the sound of "Tia Susan."
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
testa den här hunden?
"Nu berätta vad du ska göra
När det inte finns någon plats att köra
När den meningen kommer till dig
Vad ska du göra
När det inte finns någon plats att gömma
När den meningen kommer till dig
Eftersom det är på väg till dig"
När det inte finns någon plats att köra
När den meningen kommer till dig
Vad ska du göra
När det inte finns någon plats att gömma
När den meningen kommer till dig
Eftersom det är på väg till dig"
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
"This is going out..."
to you...
The Five Stairsteps, "Ooh Child" and the many other songs that brought smiles.
Imagine...flashback to a game of frisbee on the Transylvania Park green.
Happy B-day.
xo
The Five Stairsteps, "Ooh Child" and the many other songs that brought smiles.
Imagine...flashback to a game of frisbee on the Transylvania Park green.
Happy B-day.
xo
Looking back
"West Side", TQ
"I Wish - Remix (To the Homies That Didn't Make It)", R. Kelly
"Only Begotten Son", Ja Rule
Some memories are just behind you.
Years old but ever present.
"I Wish - Remix (To the Homies That Didn't Make It)", R. Kelly
"Only Begotten Son", Ja Rule
Some memories are just behind you.
Years old but ever present.
Monday, October 13, 2008
beautiful souls
ty for the musical vm...
jesse mccartney...lol
...flashback to Tiger Beat days and Ricky Schroeder (so not a coincidence we have the same birthday--sure sign we were meant to be together)
rolling :-)
jesse mccartney...lol
...flashback to Tiger Beat days and Ricky Schroeder (so not a coincidence we have the same birthday--sure sign we were meant to be together)
rolling :-)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
changes
steve's plane hit the brakes just before take-off. in place of running this morning, he is playing with Allison and Marcella flying home with me on Sunday eve.
the new house...on the side of a mountain...overlooking santa ana...lovely. [no golf cart for freddie, but an atv might be perfect :-) ]
hanging out in the "barbie house" with the pretend kitchen, costumes and those little faces beaming...wonderful.
we're headed for a day of shopping, movies and wandering. see the world through the eyes of a seven and nine year old...it's been a longtime. Freddie was seven when we became a family... Allison has about the same crazy energy and the constant smile on her face. Marcella in a way, perhaps a stretch, has Jefferson's pensiveness--that older sibling sense of responsibility and protection.
given the time to think...and not so self-consumed in whatever ridiculousness is happening at the moment...we may find ourselves beyond "lucky" (steve, "has nothing to do with luck") ... we may just find ourselves living fully in the moment. a moment full of rightness, happiness, joy.
the economists front page, "world on the edge"...it always is. we just forget that edges are good. edges are the language that makes the rest possible.
the new house...on the side of a mountain...overlooking santa ana...lovely. [no golf cart for freddie, but an atv might be perfect :-) ]
hanging out in the "barbie house" with the pretend kitchen, costumes and those little faces beaming...wonderful.
we're headed for a day of shopping, movies and wandering. see the world through the eyes of a seven and nine year old...it's been a longtime. Freddie was seven when we became a family... Allison has about the same crazy energy and the constant smile on her face. Marcella in a way, perhaps a stretch, has Jefferson's pensiveness--that older sibling sense of responsibility and protection.
given the time to think...and not so self-consumed in whatever ridiculousness is happening at the moment...we may find ourselves beyond "lucky" (steve, "has nothing to do with luck") ... we may just find ourselves living fully in the moment. a moment full of rightness, happiness, joy.
the economists front page, "world on the edge"...it always is. we just forget that edges are good. edges are the language that makes the rest possible.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
happy happy b-day
...spent surfing
and chillin
with a gazillion sand and hermit crabs.
your smiling face
in those waves
a memory forever.
and chillin
with a gazillion sand and hermit crabs.
your smiling face
in those waves
a memory forever.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
rain
torrential rain...swept through...waves of it
surrounded by a blanket of grey
four books completed...three to go
...
1:00am wandering upward, outward, the terrace
stars the way stars are meant to be seen
brilliant
surrounded by a blanket of grey
four books completed...three to go
...
1:00am wandering upward, outward, the terrace
stars the way stars are meant to be seen
brilliant
Monday, October 06, 2008
more yep, yep
Great site...excellent reads.
http://www.realclearmarkets.com/articles/2008/09/in_times_of_crisis_trust_capit.html
http://www.realclearmarkets.com/articles/2008/09/in_times_of_crisis_trust_capit.html
Sunday, October 05, 2008
returning to paradise
last year we spent our anniversay in the emergency room. it took steve an hour to convince me that being incapable of walking is a problem (the crying and crawling was kind of a sign...but denial is, well, irrational). he was correct. i ended up being doped up on morphine and sleeping for the next two days.
this year...we sat on the tarmac for a few hours only to have our flight cancelled. returned home. laughed with freddie, went and got Chipotle (ACE family favortite fast food), laughed heaps, dropped him at Eric's...and finally made it to costa rica. long drive to manuel antonio. jefferson called us with happy anniversay wishes. and 12 hours of sleep...amazing.
doing a lot of nothing. staring. empty thoughts. watching the rain in the distance. the edge isnt quite gone. work seeps in for a bit of time. snap out of it. look around. stop taking it for granted. not yet convinced that the two cannot co-exist. (can always have your cake and eat it too... as long as you plan to make another, but better cake :-).
steve stole my bean bag...engrossed in his book...I watched him pick it out at the bookstore...lingering, reaching, index finger scanning...and here he is now reading about the techinical side of writing...present, happy, lovely to see.
i'm incredibly lucky...extraordinarily so. pura vida.
this year...we sat on the tarmac for a few hours only to have our flight cancelled. returned home. laughed with freddie, went and got Chipotle (ACE family favortite fast food), laughed heaps, dropped him at Eric's...and finally made it to costa rica. long drive to manuel antonio. jefferson called us with happy anniversay wishes. and 12 hours of sleep...amazing.
doing a lot of nothing. staring. empty thoughts. watching the rain in the distance. the edge isnt quite gone. work seeps in for a bit of time. snap out of it. look around. stop taking it for granted. not yet convinced that the two cannot co-exist. (can always have your cake and eat it too... as long as you plan to make another, but better cake :-).
steve stole my bean bag...engrossed in his book...I watched him pick it out at the bookstore...lingering, reaching, index finger scanning...and here he is now reading about the techinical side of writing...present, happy, lovely to see.
i'm incredibly lucky...extraordinarily so. pura vida.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
yep, yep
http://www.forbes.com/opinions/2008/07/18/fannie-freddie-regulation-oped-cx_yb_0718brook.html