10/10/10

Today is a special event. The short format for today's date, 10/10/10 only occurs once every one hundred years, or maybe once in the average lifetime.

Even more symbolically, for me at least, 101010 in binary is 42 decimal.

42, as all Douglas Adams aficionados know, is the answer to life.

So I hope everyone has a special, once in a lifetime, answer to their lives.

I do.

I love you Tiffany. I always have, and I always will.

I will miss you John D. Jackson.

My religion

"This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple, the philosophy is kindness."-Dalai Lama

If only more people could believe in this simple concept.

Letting Go

As I begin to write this, I'm still at a loss as to where to start, or what it is I think I need to say.

Perhaps not need, but more importantly why. Why is the founding question of my being. There are those I believe that understand this precept. But they are few, and I doubt that they understand completely.

I sit here, alone again, forced to deal with my private demons. We are old, wary, acquaintances and we all bear scars.

Scars are funny things after all. They define us, and remind us of battle past. Fought and won...fought and lost.

I feel tonight that whilst I have fought through most of my time in this plane of existence...my winnings are few, and shallow. I only recently comprehended that even when I thought I had won...truly I lost. I lost time if nothing else, and there is nothing so valuable and irreplaceable as time.

I've wasted a lot of precious time fighting to be "right" for my mind's sake, ignoring my heart.

My heart is the matter tonight.

There are those who would seek to counsel me in regards to my heart. I have asked no one else save the one whom my heart belongs to what shall I do.

There are those who would seek to disenchant me from the one who owns my heart, to speak with venom about her.

She shared this with me today: "If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion." -Dalai Lama


This I intend to heed.

This time, I won't run with my mind. So many should hope to know the compassion I have been given from the one they have spoken so harshly against.

I intend to practice compassion, even now when I fear I may never have my heart return.

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

The McDonald's Hamburger Experiment (Update 1)

OK...so the whole weekly update thing isn't really viable. It seems as though the work fates are aware anytime I intend to embark on a personal project and seek to intervene by keeping me at work until stupid o'clock in the damn morning. (02:00 this (damn) morning)

So here we are at almost the 2 month mark:


Not only have we lost weight, 4 grams at least, but it appears we have a guest organism!

Now I'm tempted to defend myself from the naysayers who would infer that I've "infected" this burger with mold somehow. But screw them! I haven't had enough time to take this frackin' photo and annotate it properly, much lees keep a culture of mold on-hand eagerly awaiting a new host.

Hell, I haven't even taken the time to regularly open it's airtight container!

Just as a refresher the other lady claimed she kept a hamburger in a non-airtight container and used it as a prop for her dissertation on nutrition.

I call bullshit. Which I, obviously, suspected when I undertook this little adventure anyway. There are just some things you can't do. Leaving a piece of bread exposed( even intermittently) without it getting moldy is one of those things. I don't care how many damn preservatives you inject it with.

As for the other two burgers:
The one that has remained sealed has lost weight, but I can see no signs of mold on it.

The one in the fridge, especially since I never unwrapped it, looks identical. :)

I'll attempt to get more frequent updates up...but paying bills has top priority folks.