Food for thought

Finally a philosophy I can buy into..

"Receive with simplicity everything that happens to you" - Rashi

Ship of Fools?

The highest reward for a person's toil is not what they get for it,
but what they become by it.
- John Ruskin

I got call.

Another one of us was leaving.
"I'm driving a fork lift now", he said.

He sounded happy.

"I go to work at 8, I finish at five".
"I don't have to think about what I have to do tomorrow"
"I don't have to take my work home with me"
"I just drive a forklift now"

I often wonder if it would be enough;
I wonder if I'd get bored, and always want more.

By a strange twist I got voted a legend at last nights works dinner.
It's an honour given the company of those who have gone before...
Recognition from my peers - I was truly shocked

But through it all I couldn't help but remember that he sounded so happy -

And for him, so was I.

Windmills

I love the chord progressions within this song, and the ambiguity of the lyrics



An excellent slide into a blissful weekend. No work, no plans, just what will be :)

Missing the second bus.

I know my life is good.
I know I define myself too much by the work I do.
I know I get a lot of positive feedback from that part.

But

I know I'm lacking balance
I know I shouldn't think as much as I do
Especially about her.

I'm lucky that I'm free to do anything
But the truth is I do very little about that
I get too wound up in the moments
Then realize I miss my friends at the other end of NZ

I love that I can drop by there and feel welcome.
We can grab a beer or wine and watch a classic movie.
Leave conversations midstream for another shore
Bro-mance is a word I guess
I miss that here.

But today is a low day.
Two days from now I will look at this
pause, then maybe delete
wondering what i was thinking

But - not today.

Here they are catching the busses
Everyone is pregnant - or once removed
No one can play - even the husbands
Especially the husbands

And this is my second time around.

The bother with bathrooms

My parents have a story.
When I was a young lad, many years ago, it seemed I had a fascination with toilets. No sooner had I arrive in a new house, i would need to know where the bathroom was.
These days when I recall this information, I'd like to think it was because I always wanted to be prepared; that even as a five year old I didn't want to leave anything to chance. I'd like to think that.

Over thirty five years later, I may have to admit a deeper concern. I maybe a bathroom snob.

Today, I honestly have to say that the bathroom stall concept appalls me.
That line of stalls with the overriding concession to the cleaners, allowing them to easily mop the floors has eliminated any sense of privacy by removing the extension of the walls to the floor.

I don't know when it became ok, I wonder how this insidious design propagated, and why we sat by and created a new poop culture to cope.
See this page if you don't know what I mean.

It may be humor people - but I'm not laughing
I love my walls. I love my privacy.
And in so many ways there's a lot of that 5 year old still about.

No reason really

Except to say I've always liked this song

Thinking of you.

Its amazing how many times a day i think about absent friends.
Some memories surface yearly, others monthly; weekly.
I like to keep in touch, but sometimes you cant help but drift away over time.

It takes a special bond to maintain some kind of equilibrium; an equal force of attraction that keeps people close, yet at a comfortable distance.
I wonder if merely thinking about the people you love is enough to maintain a delicate balance in the universe..

Some days I hope there are small amount of power in those thoughts of love; like they'd somehow made a difference in this 1+1=2 world. I hope the one I think of daily would know it somehow.

Then again, perhaps that where headaches come from... :)

Every now and then I need to remind myself the sweet is never as sweet, without the sour.

Acoustic harmonies

This clip has been doing the rounds lately. True talent exists regardless; sure you can dress something up to be something it isn't, but stripped down you just cant fake it.

Not to say (at all) that Miley didn't do a great job, but watch this and make up your own mind.