(_|_)(_\_)(_/_)(_|_) Get Your Doze Of Dapper On — October 8, 2012
The crazy thing about this STAT is — September 23, 2012

The crazy thing about this STAT is

1.  Mongolia has Internet?!  say what!!

2.  I picture the Chief Village in his yurt (as rightfully he would be the only one with satellite/cable as well) reading my blog while outside a line of villagers waiting to use the only computer within the 100 mile radius.



whoever you are thanks for stopping by…

Groupon strikes again — September 17, 2012
Spongebob please. — September 14, 2012
Weird Ad Description — September 12, 2012
Goodbye year of the Ox…Roll in Year of the Tiger 2010 — December 13, 2010

Goodbye year of the Ox…Roll in Year of the Tiger 2010

Ox, mighty and strong yet timid and slow at times.  During the months of 2009, the Ox  symbolically represented the stagnant stage of our economy and the weight of recession.  As we, the people, headstrong perservered and accomplished our daily task and plowed through life’s challenges and collected rewards not without sacrifices.  Another year has closed again and not only we begin the new year but also count to an end of a decade.  Hoping that 2010 will bring much needed turning points in all four corners of the earth.   What I wish for others is really what I wish for myself.

1.  Exercise – I am not merely referring to physical attributes but more to the heart.  Find the real ‘you’ exercise compassion. Cultivate kindness.

2.  Legacy – What we leave behind is much more significant than what we take with us.

3.  Bondage- We must have the courage to change and challenge old traditions resulting to convergence of universe  instead of collision.  Free ourselves from the comfort of ignorance.

4.  Justice -How we treat others is paradoxically different than how we care for them.

5.  Spirituallity – is not  a system nor a foundation but a tool for navigating our lives properly.    It is the hidden path to God.

Network for hope.  Network for peace.  Network for love. Network for kindness.  Only through pure processes we will cultivate our inner gem and begin healing the ailments within and throughout the world.

“Let your vision be world-embracing, rather than confined to your own self.” (Tablets of Bahá’u’lláh, p. 87)

Section 3 Row 67 Site 29 — May 26, 2010

Section 3 Row 67 Site 29

Pass the cotton fields,   pass the magnolia groves, pass the estuary, you can smell Wisterias in bloom when the south wind blows in the spring.  If you stand long enough in reverence, a mosquito buzzing in your ear might just interrupt your moment of reflection in the summer time heat but above all, a feeling of longing of ‘just one more time” here on section 3 row 67 site 29.  Pass the shopping centers; pass the neighborhoods, off the interstate:  the American flag wave over plot 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36 …

I remember holding my father’s hand when he was gravely ill.  His hands were full of calluses and fingernails embedded with motor grease.  Wear and tear from years of putting food on the table for the family. I read the lines on his hand like a fortune teller looking for stories about his life. If he held a rifle during the post World War II, I couldn’t find a sign of it on his palm. The lines intersected and I read nothing.  He was dying and I barely knew him.  He couldn’t speak anymore.  Stroke got the best of him.  So I held his hand against my cheek rough like a sandpaper, I thought “Just one more time” for a story like when he was  a boy and his best friend was a water buffalo, or how about that story when he was stationed  in Guam looking for the ‘enemy’.  I wasn’t paying attention when he told me the first time.

So there in section 3 row 67 site 29.  He is amongst company:  A 21 year old from Operation Desert Storm, an 80 year old from the Korean War, “Stew” who fought in Afghanistan, John from the Vietnam War, a lieutenant from World War I and his wife, an ‘unknown’ from Iraq war.  My father lies amongst soldiers surrounded by freshly cut carnations and teddy bears.  Plastic pumpkins in the fall and evergreens in the winter, miniature American flag on Independence Day and pillow hearts on Valentine’s Day.  Gone but not forgotten.  Forever love and perpetually miss these soldiers and my father.

On my last visit, I saw a mother and her toddler.  She brushed the headstone while her toddler adorns it with acorns.  The act was so intimate I felt like I didn’t belong and  as I was leaving the grounds, Taps softly played.  Tears were shed for another soldier coming home.


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