On my way to Idaho

On my way to Idaho
The Road Less Traveled . . .

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

"THERE is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person."

~G.K. Chesterton: 'Heretics.'

Friday, December 14, 2012

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but, we don't see people like you"

Uhhh? What? WHAT!? <

"What do you mean  - 'You don't see people like me'?"

I am so freakishly angry right now I can barely type.<

*breathe - breathe - breathe*

O.K. So, here the long and short of it.

Yes, I just tried to make an appointment for a service we all use and need regularly and I was told by office manager (after being transferred through two other people first, and put on hold  three times for no less then 11&1/2 sappy musak Christmas carols = about 35 minutes) that they -

 "don't see people like me."

Stop for a minute. Think. Just what does that conjured up in your mind?


What ever it is you thought of I am 100% sure it is not a happy image, nor is it one where the party of the second part - the ones who "don't see people like me" are doing what they are doing because understand what I need and want to help the party of the first part - me. But that is what the woman said. They don't see "people like me" at her office, but, she was willing to magnanimoisuly do me the favor of calling around to find someone who did - a specialist even!

What kind of people am I?

An amputee. Technically I am a left leg knee disarticulation - my knee was dicessted apart and the bottom half of my leg removed to save my life. Functionally I am an above the knee amputee.

And who is it that donesn't "see people like me"?

Board Certified orthopedic surgeon specializing in shoulder, elbow, knee, and sports medicine.

According to the office manager of this spiffy doctor I should be seeing someone who specializes in amputee's problems. O.K., so explain to me just what problems do amputees collectively deal with; aside from obtuse nudnicks?


O.K.  - feeling better now; but still


Wednesday, October 24, 2012

"Being easily amused is what’s best in life." - Wil Weaton


There is a beautiful song arranged/composed to celebrate one of the greatest composers of the Western musical tradition, Beethoven.

 5 Secrets is so titled because the themes of Beethoven' Fifth Symphony are woven together in clever and musically satisfyingly ways, and, to recognize that Beethoven was a man of secrets. To quote the arrangers/composers of this homage:

"What are Beethoven’s secrets? He had many. His most prominent secret that he desperately tried to keep from the public and that caused him to be considered extremely eccentric, irritable, and hermit-like was his “weakness.” He was deaf during most of his life. Imagine that…one of the greatest composers that ever lived could hardly hear. And yet, he wrote his life’s greatest works after becoming deaf. He believed that art itself had “secrets” that had to be “forced into” in order to obtain art’s highest level. There is no doubt Beethoven discovered many of the “secrets” of art — people all over the world enjoy them every day. He was a true master of music, blessed by God. This piece and video are dedicated to him." (The Piano Guys - reference)

There is beauty and mystery and knowledge in both Beethoven's personal secrets and the elusive musical secrets he chased through his art. There is also an exquisiteness that is on one hand pain and the other joy, and sometimes both together.

So, before I get myself bogged down in personal esoteric musing about life the universe and everything (42), I'll get straight to the point - we all have secrets and we all feel compelled to hide them from public view like Beethoven.  Today my secret is: I think my neighbor is, well, a nudnik.

For now, click on this link 5 Secrets and enjoy the music; the joy and beauty excavated from the secrets and pain.  

(My secret here is to create a strategy that will provoke me to write more. By leaving the story unfinished I will come back and add more to it tomorrow.)

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

 “God sees the truth but waits.”


Monday, August 6, 2012

“He’s very special to our sport. He’s a great individual - it’s time we see him like that and not anything else.” - Kirani James 

"I think every athlete that’s just out here for the Olympics just does something to inspire those around them and inspire each other." - Oscar Pistorius

 Oscar Pistorius: I'll cherish Olympic race 'rest of my life'

Monday, July 16, 2012

Greetings from St Andrews.

Life has been busy - so what's new - isn't that the perpetual state of things?
Yes, I am in St Andrews, Scotland! Going on two weeks now. It has been a great visit.
I am brought to the lovely East Coast to participate in the School of Theology Conference on Galatians. I spent most of last week shut up in conference rooms with eminent theologians and philosophers. My paper was on Coptic Ions, a subject rather at the fringe of the central themes of the discussion -- I felt like a duck crashing a convocation of owls.

Oh, well. My paper went well, I have learned a lot, and have discovered new areas of input for my research to explore.

It rained buckets and buckets all during the conference, but the past few days the sky has cleared just so that I can spend hours and hours tramping all over town sketching and taking pictures.

Monday, May 21, 2012

So, I transplanted to TX a couple months ago. New sites, new people, new adventures. But, I still have a year of work to do for my Masters Degree which keeps me quite attached to Claremont, CA.  Spring term is over, and I got an 'A'. Now it is time to catch up with lingering course work held over from Fall term.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Happy Birthday Earl

Always there to listen to my silly jokes, to critique my paintings,
to share our music and photography
to encourage my adventures, to make me laugh,
to be the fierce defender and best playmate of my early years.
A gentle soul watching over me.


Here is a song I think you would like!

Loving you always

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Miracles and surf

Feeling grateful today. And missing my big brother Earl a lot.

It that deep wordless kind of feeling--or space where one--I grapple with life. Waves or change and flux churning me every which way. Surfers call it 'getting caught in the dishwasher."  Yet at the same time, all is well, just relax, control my breathing, enjoy the 'ride'-- the wave will bring me to the surface and push me to shore; just be ready to do my part--swim a bit, float, swim.

I thought this song kind of explains my sentiments for the day.


That, and a little bit of Aloha dreaming.


Obey Joy :-D