28 April 2006
27 April 2006
Keep it real. :) LJS
PS: Yipppee! Marathons!
5/1/06 update: My time was...11:07 min/mile... which is good for my slow-poke self! Next up is the Ann Arbor-Dexter 10K on June 4th!
20 April 2006
"The worth of a treasury is indicated by the many locks upon it. The greatness of a traveler's goal is marked by the intricate windings of the way, and the mountain passes to be endured, and the brigands infesting them"
Domie; Happy Birthday! Today we celebrate with you as you mark another trek around the sun. May your travels be marked with joy, love and difficult turns, for it is these that make the journey worthwhile. I thank you for a quiet ear, a happy laugh, many jokes, and your caring soul.
Hugs and kisses from afar. Love, LJS
PS...The Depends, denture fixatives, and large-print Readers' Digests are in the mail! :P
1) He is an amazing poet. Some people write poems to be read, John's poems are meant to be heard.
2) He does these presentations for himself as much as he does them to for the audience. It's evident that when he recites his poems, he is taken back to when he wrote it, to when he had these experiences.
With that in mind, I had written this.
When I am an old man,
my beard will be wild.
I'll wear a fanny pack
my khaki's are torn
and, of course, my shirt is black.
My tales of lore, looking back
to a yesteryear where men were cats
and women were babes.
Take me away, my poem, take me
to my old glory days.
Of baseball and jazz and pot
I still think of Lennon (alot)
and my love of Monk grows
like Sunshine beads through my woes.
Take me away, my poem, take me
to my glory days.
When my rage would awaken
the sun, rise me too.
My cries howl with the hoardes.
My beat goes on and on.
My rages of youth replaced
by a calm and mellow oasis
over my heart's arid landscape.
In my soul, I feel her
Somehow, through my pain.
I love, though, for sure.
Take me here, my poem, take me
to my glory days where I live.
My wife, my love.
I adore you until I have no more life.
Let my mouth tell you through and through.
All my days, I love you. I do.
19 April 2006
Setting sail, stealthly and in my jammies...
RELEASE YOUR INNER NINJA
Today, I have nothing to do. Well, I do, but my boss is on vacation
and when the cat is away, the mice will play. This is true in even
amongst the hardest groups of workers. Since I am stuck here in front
of my brain sucking computer, I thought I might share a few thoughts I
have had recently in an effort to get them out, make sense of them, and
then laugh at them. My wife says I have a sick sense of humor and often
wonders whether she should laugh or worry, so to clarify, you all may
laugh. No need to worry.
A few days ago, a member of a message board I was on posted an
aggravated question about his new neighbors and their desire to ride
un-muffled dirt bikes at one in the morning, and what he should do to
stop them. The suggestions that followed were those from every walk of
life (religious preference, ethnic background, law breaking, law
abiding, etc.). My suggestion? Learn the ways of the Ninja.
While the various people argued (people argue over anything
nowadays) back and forth over their beliefs, I plugged away with my
philosophy on what should be done. Mostly from a humorous standpoint.
My thoughts were well received by the originator, but as most people do,
the over-analytical political correctness of today's American took over
and my thoughts were discounted. To each his own. I sat back and
watched as the "love thy neighbor" crowd got their butt kicked by the
"kick his ass" crowd, and then trampled every rational idea in between.
It is just like us to argue so much that we move from the original
problem and begin attacking each other on a personal level. Which of
course leaves the individual with the problem standing there, shaking
their head in disbelief, and of course with no solution.
You are probably asking what this has to do with the Ninja. Well, in
reality, nothing. It is simply just a state of mind on how to deal with
a pesky neighbor. The Ninja today is more commonly acquainted with
something one may see on Saturday morning cartoons, or in a video game,
but the actual history of the Ninja is shrouded in secrecy. Today's
versions are merely modern interpretation of fables dating back 1100
years. In fact, the word Ninjitsu, which the word Ninja is derived
from, means "the art of stealth," and I can see where this could be
handy in dealing with the annoyance in question. You see, there is
nothing funnier than watching someone (the annoyance) get up quickly and
look around dumbfounded wondering what happened to them. Sort of like
falling flat on your face and then getting up to see if anyone saw it
happen. I think the art of stealth is a much more fun and satisfying
way to rid yourself of the pestilence next door. Some may argue that it
would be sinking to the level of said individual, and that the police
should be called or ask him nicely to stop, but I say, fight fire with
fire. Release your inner Ninja.
In the case of the midnight motocross, one could play many tricks to
curtail this behavior in the future, and not even break the law. The
first thing you will need is jammies. Yes, that's right, Ninja jammies.
Those solid black outfits that give the true Ninja his stealth. But
lets get creative. There is a certain creepiness about running around
in the woods at night, and even the most boozed up motorcycle rider as
invincible as they may seem, can easily have the bejesus scared out of
them. So along with your jammies, you'll need a ghoulish mask.
Something realistic. Next time Knievil gets on his bike for a midnight
cruise, don your outfit and head out into the woods. The biggest part
of the plan at this point is to figure your escape route. This is most
important as a true Ninja will never be apprehended. Once you have
figured out the plan, find a tree or any suitable shrubbery and hide
behind it. When the biker comes along, with perfect Ninja skill and
timing, jump towards the motorcycle, but not in front. Although you must
be seen to get the full effect of the scare, it would only be
momentarily, and will leave a lasting impression. Do not wait to see if
your plan worked, as escape in the opposite direction of your home is
more important. You will know your plan worked when the motorcycle goes
back inside never to be heard from again unless the sun is out. Then
sit back and revel in your success. Your spouse will wonder what you
are constantly snickering at, but you must never tell as a Ninja never
reveals his secrets.
***This article was written only as a parody. The world of the Ninja
can be very dangerous, and the writer assumes no responsibility for
injuries occured while attemping. Do not try this at home.
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in mirror are closer than they appear. If rash occurs, discontinue use
and seek professional medical treatment. This product not 100 percent
effective against preventing pregnancy.***
18 April 2006
17 April 2006
I redid the whole damn blog! New name, new link, new template, new links! Wowee-zowee! I adore the artwork, many thanks to Selina for being so nice to us bloggers.
And, thanks to Hypey for "letting me" use the template 'cause it really wouldn't have fit in the Institute...anywhere.
Ahoy! :) LJS
11 April 2006
I have two (yes, two!) new inductees to the LJS method of torturing shoes, otherwise known as long-distance running, and I'd like to bond with them. In addition to running in them, I want to name them. Actually, I'd like you to help me name them. So...I'm holding the first-ever grand and exciting contest on da Blog. And it is "Name my Shoes". Awesomely cool huh?
To get you started, I'll give you my ideas. I want your comments people!
a) Spunky and Kinky
b) Fred and Barney
c) Dick and Jane
d) Betty and Boop
Happy trails, :) LJS
08 April 2006
And, he loves UM football.
Earning your respective field's top accolade gives one a unique perspective and I was very curious on what he would talk about. He had five lessons, based on his career. The last lesson, the one I like most, was always find joy in discovery. Think about that. The joy of discovery. How simple, how wonderful.
How many times have you found something new or seen things in a different light? How do you feel afterwards? Excited, happy to learn, joyful? Or, depressed because you don't have things "right" and your safe haven of reality is thrown off kilter?
I'm off to discover the effect of diabetes on bone health. Even though the data analysis is routine, I'm excited because I'll be discovering something new. With spring here, there are so many chances for new discoveries and much joy. The crocus flowers, the chirping robins, new career opportunities, watching amourous squirrels chase each other, new loved ones.
PS, This morning in yoga class, I learned where my kidneys are located. I've been wrong all these years! Cool huh?
01 April 2006
(Highly relevant tangent: two years ago at my JOB, I saw a rather large bumblebee hanging out in the lounge, obviously trying to get out. Since my policy on killing insects is "if it's cute, I try not to kill it", I grabbed a styrofoam cup and trapped the bee inside the cup. I took the cup outside and freed the bee. Nice story huh? Well, I learned a really important lesson from that seemingly simple experience because I worried if the bee was anxious while it was trapped.)
Here's the lesson: in order to obtain true freedom, one must endure a bit of imprisonment. The trick is figuring out what is holding us back, because what impales us with fear or anxiety is often invisible to us.
Flash forward to last night. I was chatting with my sister and I came to a complete and total understanding that my mother would much rather give her time and energy to those who could care less about her. All of my feelings of being rejected had hit me like a stone wall: I got really upset and wanted to confront my mom about this. Ask her why if she could spend all of her love and attention on people who just use her, then why couldn't she give me just a little bit especially when I want nothing else. After some more reflection and thinking, I am starting to realize that seeking approval and attention from my mom was one of my prisons. Even just realizing this has released some emotional tension and this new feeling is...freeing.
Buzzing off, :) LJS
PS...check out the photographs of Dick Dokas