I don't care what this has to do with physicists, theologians, philosophers or Twilight Zone scripts.

Three dimensions are easy to stumble upon and measure. They are parts of our world that we can interact with all the time, yet they are all things that expand life as I know it.

Past and future time are at their best place in my life when they don't mean anything to me. Past time can't be manipulated, altered in the least unless I become delusional about what happened in the past. Future time is beyond my reach. It will be what it will be based upon what happens between now and then.

Ah...but NOW. Now is the moment just passed yet I am experiencing again...always. It is the only time in which I can experience love, pain, hope, fear, joy, peace, frustration...the only time in which I can experience anything. It is also the only time that is available to me to have an impact upon reality that is not delusional. The only time I can improve upon myself. The only time I can interact with anything.

If I get stuck in my delusions of altering the past or my delusions that I'll be able to manipulate a future outcome, I lose all the time I have. All of it.

As a cruder wise man has said it, "If you have one foot in the past and one in the future, you are pissing on the present."

under age people would pay people willing to break social norms to buy them condoms. They would walk into a store with all their gruff and say in a loud voice, "Give me a pack of cigarettes" and add in an awkward whisper despite their flaunting of proper society "and some condoms."

Under age people still send those people into stores...but now they say in a loud voice, "Give me a pack of condoms" and in an awkward whisper, "and some cigarettes."

Sex is up, smoking is down. Probably a good trade off.

Sorry to my American compatriots, but if I'm honest I never felt more like a country reflected my values than when I spent time in the Netherlands with my ex. If it comes down to US versus the Dutch in the World Cup final in Brazil, I'm rooting for Oranje!


Yes, I even bought the orange underwear to wear when the Dutch team plays football.

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Can't have Dutch pictures without Delft Blue tiles and tulips...

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Not much time to do it, but got it done.

At the start of school, I was a standard "not even trying to find myself" kid. Hand me down clothes with no particular style really, just being a good kid at school.



Second year...music did become really big. Not that it wasn't before, but it became big. Mostly what comes to me in that second year is that. Sorry for the sad photoshopping, but I have no trombone anymore. Yes, my collar is turned up. I did that.



Third year: Job. Introduces me to hanging out with adults. Introduces me to cigarettes, alcohol and drugs. And...my dear Hippie music! The Grateful Dead became my thing. I went overboard on the Hippie attire as new converts to any little clique will. I did well in school, I was pictured in the top students of the class. While I didn't do the peace sign or the pot smoking thing for that pic, this is pretty much how I was dressed for it. Tye Dye, Tye Dye bandana, Camo pants...my FU to conformity at the time.



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it is a big one!

Here I am, spinning around on this great big ball at incredible speed without falling off. Miraculously it is the right distance from the sun and has the right atmosphere to make it capable of supporting life. And life started and has evolved to the point of sentient beings, myself being one of them.

This little planet is full of beautiful things, both animate and inanimate. Flowers, lakes, people, critters, clouds. Not only can I see them, I can hear them, smell them, feel them, taste them...and I can travel incredible distances for a creature with only two legs and a very limited amount of speed and endurance for traveling. A lifetimes worth of traveling in a single day even!

And a whole ever changing sky full of beauty, whether soothing blues, dramatic clouds, pinpricks of light against black that I can make my own constellations from...

I am almost entirely free to appreciate and interact with these things. Really, the only time I am stopped is when I am doing something that it is harmful to those things or want to do something that is contrary to the laws of physics. Have interactions with people and things that are new and different every single time!!!

All of this miraculous opportunity to enjoy!!!

Yet it is so easy to take it all for granted and wish that a little part of it was different to make it more to my liking, whether it is better weather, a bigger house, a different view, etc... Goodness, that is one hell of a selfish attitude that is unbelievably easy to slip into.

Sitting by a lake yesterday with a guy I am trying to help, going into this philosophy. Yes, we could wish for one of those boats out there on the lake, but goodness...here we are, miraculously capable of enjoying this miraculously existing beauty. If there is a number approaching infinity, the odds against that happening is that number. How dare I ask for more?

Love this man!

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Working in a different area at the company...the deli. Small number of people there, three.

The other two...one not the hardest working, the second not the most efficient. We were falling behind in some things and it did suck. Plus I heard the not the hardest working guy who is always down there saying that he wasn't receiving the support he is used to (a complaint he makes every single time the rotation changes).

Yes, I spent one day a bit pissed off due to that and something outside of work that has been troubling. But yesterday, I embraced it. I will have to work harder and faster than both of them to keep up. I entered the good old Line Cooking mode from yesteryear and amped up the pace quite a bit. Non-stop, multi-taking, hard core sweat pace. And I had fun regardless of them and what they were doing.

Adjusting one's attitude is far easier than adjusting one's circumstances. I find that the mind can easily delude me into thinking I have "won" something (by deciding to not be taken advantage of and work with the flow) while ignoring the fact that the "victory" reduces happiness. I'd rather be happy and taken advantage of than miserable while feeling like justice was served.

Speaking of which...anyone out there want to take advantage of me?

have not gotten to the Flesh Card blog. Some things came up over the past weekend as they will with in my recovery related world and things got way too busy filled with trying to help an alcoholic who wasn't quite doing so well. I'm better for it so it is all good.

One of the old ideas that I have had to confront time and time again is that I know what I need to do for relaxation. The old idea almost always revolves around a solo activity. Reading by myself, gardening by myself, watching a show, etc... The most relaxing things always end up involving doing something life affirming for someone else, the thing that often presents itself in my mind as completely non-relaxing. I haven't fully integrated that concept into my head despite repeated attempts, but at least I do it despite the fact that it hasn't sunk in yet!

I'll get around to it. The only concrete idea I had so far was something to do with a slot machine...I'm sure you can imagine what the handle is...hopefully I'll get around to it...

my new knife.

Beautiful Rosewood handle, traditional Japanese Gyuto...a joy to use. Able to sharpen it to a 10 degree edge AND have it hold it's edge remarkably well.

And I learned how much I trust my sharpening abilities. I took it out of the box, played with it and decided it needed a better edge and put one on it. I had a moment of hesitation (my edge over factory edge...should I do it with a knife from a knife maker of this caliber) but only a moment. They ship knives like that to offer a combination of longevity of the original edge plus performance for those who don't sharpen. Learning to sharpen knives is a must for any serious cook...it is really not that hard to do...

so this is going up. 7.5 years without a drink or doing so much as a whippit. This song comes to mind because of the line, "Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee." Used that line for a ringtone for a time...