Archive for August, 2010

backyard miracle/discovery?

August 22, 2010

“Nothing ever happens  here!”  Do you sometimes feel that way?  Believe it or not, miracles do happen… they may take place in our own backyard.  Take this story for example…  (sent to me by an alert and faithful reader!)

Recently (1-16-2010) I wrote a piece entitled Dark Matter of a Light Nudge Theory.  In it I compared the dark matter of the universe to the dark matter found in the human brain.

Is it possible that we are all inter-connected by some massive divine spider web?

I’m not a real religious person, though I have had my moments, but could this discovery coincide with the Bible passage at Psalms 8:4?

When the Bible says God keeps us in mind, does it mean that we are literally in His mind?  And if that is a possible reality, could God simply change His mind if what we are doing doesn’t suit Him?

We go along thinking that what we do doesn’t matter.  People tell us that things just happen, there is no creative process in the design of the human race.  But when we have an idea, isn’t that a creative spark?  Couldn’t there be a supreme being whose creative thought patterns spawned life as we know it?

It makes you wonder…


Space?  or the space between His ears…  and ours?



a little sad today

August 14, 2010

It has been overcast all morning long. I’ve been watching the neighbors across the street packing up to move. I feel badly because I have lived here a full year and I never got around to crossing the street to introduce myself.  I tell myself that he could have very easily crossed over to have met me (and since he was here when I arrived that would have been the neighborly thing to do) but now it is just one of those things.

My neighbor across the street has a wife and children.  As they load up their belongings I have seen what appears to be family and friends show up to help.  Moving is such a hassle.  And here it is just three weeks before school starts again.  I wonder what his family was like.  I’ve seen the kids out playing in the yard.  Seen his wife come home with the groceries.  I’ve even said “good morning” to him or “How’s it going?” as we each have left for our respective jobs, but I don’t even know his name.

It seems odd to me that they’d be moving in the middle of the month.  It couldn’t be because the rent was past due because that usually qualifies as a “midnight move-out”, slipping away with a frantic blitz of activity to avoid being detected by the landlord.  I know a lot about that.  When I was a kid my step-father frequently drank up his paycheck to the point that there was no food in the house and we couldn’t pay the bills.  I never knew from one day to the next whether we’d be at a certain local long enough to call a place “home”.   Nope.  My neighbor’s move is being done in broad daylight.

Maybe he got a promotion and has decided he wants better digs.  He could be one of those people who has won the lottery and is trying to remain low key until he relocates.  Maybe his wife’s mother is sick and they decided to move closer in order to be there for her during her time of need.  Perhaps the children have reached the age where each requires his own room and they just need a bigger place.  It is sitting here fabricating these different scenarios that has put me in the doldrums.

Even my BB has felt this way as she confides in me.  “I feel like going over and wishing them well, but I wasn’t sure how to go about doing it.”  I agreed with her.  “Yeah, it might come across like you’re glad to see them go.”  “Yes,” she says, “so sad.”  But now I reason within myself, why do we feel sad?  Maybe this move is a good thing for them.

But in reality I think I know the reason and it pains me to have to admit it.  Even with my lack of direct participation I have placed myself in line with the rest of the neighborhood’s residents.  Because I have tried to be friendly towards those on the left and right of our rented house and been met with indifference.  This is not a friendly neighborhood.  Perhaps if I had crossed the street I could have made it seem a little more so, but I waited for someone else to approach me first.  Those I have made the effort with have made it seem bothersome, like I had an ulterior motive.  As if the next time I showed up I would ask them to borrow their lawnmower or a cup of sugar or something equally invasive and annoying.  So I shrank back, too.  I turned inward.

I’ll be sorry to see my neighbor leave.  I imagine as I see their mini-van’s tailights disappear down the street and around the corner for the last time I will still ponder about where they’ll end up.  I see this as a lost potential.  Somehow deep inside I grieve a bit.  I picture myself seeing them somewhere in the future, like at the supermarket or down at the park.  Should I go up and introduce myself then?  “Hi, I’m the guy who lived across the street from you before you moved.  Sorry I didn’t catch your name before?”  No.  I wouldn’t do that.  Maybe I’d just say “good morning” or “How’s it going?”

I wouldn’t want to appear un-friendly.


Say goodbye to Hollyweird

August 8, 2010


Lindsay’s drivin’ through the city tonight

through the lights in a hot new foreign car

She joins her lovers in what’s really obscene

She’s a scream down on Sunset Boulevard

Say goodbye to Hollyweird

say goodbye to Lindsay

Say goodbye to Hollyweird

Say goodbye, to Lindsay.

Mel was takin’ care of things for a while

and his style was so right for troubadours

Now he is standin’ with his face to the door

and he won’t be a big star anymore.

Say goodbye to Hollyweird

say goodbye Mel baby

Say goodbye to Hollyweird

say goodbye, Mel baby.

Movie star is a chance that you take

Any time that you play- a character


But when you act out of line

you will find the fans that you had

are gone forever


So many actors in and out of my life

some will last

Some are flashes in the pan.

Make believe’s a bunch of halos and good trys

I’m afraid that it’s time for goodbye again.

Say goodbye to Hollyweird

say goodbye to Lindsay.

Say goodbye to Hollyweird

say goodbye Mel baby.

Movie star is a chance that you take

any time that you play-a character


But when you act out of line

you will find the fans that you had

are gone forever.


Sometimes I sits and think…

August 1, 2010

I have been reading a most excellent book, girls on the edge by Leonard Sax.  I am about halfway through it now and it has been very informative.

I’ll admit that I probably was not the greatest parent, though I did the best I could with my limited knowledge and ability.  This second time around with my BB and her children I feel I would like to do better, but here’s the rub…

Kids will still be kids and parents (including step-parents) have the cards stacked against them.  It is a difficult task being a friend/mentor/counselor/guardian/disciplinarian/confidant in a world that portrays us as less than intelligent.  If you find this is true in your case, try a copy of one of Dr. Sax’s books. 

I highly recommend him. 


Love is in the air…

August 1, 2010

I say…  love can truly take you to new heights.


Somewhere O’er the Volcano

August 1, 2010

How little we know…