A little familial updating …

So there have been several requests from family members for some ideas on what to get for the boys this year for the holidays. If you are not getting the boys anything … feel free to stop reading now …

We have some Amazon wish lists going … You certainly don’t have to buy from them, but it should give you some ideas.

Marcos’s Holiday Wish List

My Amazon.com Wish ListIn addition to the things on his Amazon List, he also expressed interest in Naruto Toys, Ben10 Toys, Pokemon PLUSH Toys, and for any locals … a hermit crab (although, I am taking care of “his” fish currently …)

Aidan’s Holiday Wish List

My Amazon.com Wish ListIn addition to Aida’s List he likes LEGOs! (Star Wars), and Spy Gear.

If for some strange reason you would like to buy me something, you can take a look at my list in the side bar … as for Hong … if you think of some … would you let me know, I could use some ideas ….Love all.
D. ūüôā

My Amazon.com Wish List


Hong has added her wish list too!

Yes, sometimes it is …

It’s a long standing proverb; the grass is never greener on the other side of the fence. ¬†I’m here to tell you. ¬†That’s wrong. ¬†Sometimes the grass is greener. ¬†Sometimes the grass on your side of the fence is dead. ¬†Hasn’t been watered, long summer of drought, too many lose coals from the BBQ, dead. ¬†Just dead. ¬†Maybe your grass isn’t dead yet, maybe it’s just dying, maybe you haven’t weeded it in a while. ¬†Maybe you over¬†fertilized. ¬†Maybe, just maybe, you’ve killed your grass. ¬†The moral of the story … yes the neighbor’s grass maybe greener … sometimes it just is.

Another Timeless Weekend

And when I say timeless, I mean, I can’t remember where the time went.¬† I spent all day Saturday playing with Hong and the boys.¬† It’s the first Saturday all of us have been home in 8 weeks.¬† It was so nice just to have everyone together, with no where to be.¬† It was a must needed “reset”.¬† Sunday was spent at the A.R.S. (see my previous post) 13 hours.¬† Did I say 13 hours?¬† Oh, yes, I did.¬† Geeze … that’s a long time … somewhere around 11 hours, I finally passed that point where you are so tired, that your body goes into survival mode and you suddenly have boundless energy … and that turned up meaning that there was no way I was going to fall asleep last night.¬† Oh well.

Don’t leave me hangin’ …

I remember the day quite well despite the years that have passed. I was in second grade at the Barret Elementary School in PA. It was a crisp September afternoon. The sun shown brightly in the sky and lit the gold, and orange trees that lines the school yard with a mystic glow. I was near the geodesic dome thing, by the monkey bars, Danny to my left and across from me stood Gabe Green. He was a stout fellow. Small in stature, but bubbling over with energy. He stood across from me, with his hand hanging out in the air, and a playfully confused look on his face.

“Really man, don’t leave me hangin'”

and although I was probably pretty “quick” for my age, it took me a second to realize that what he was referring to was his out stretched, “high five” hand. I reciprocated the gesture, by slapping down on his hand, hard enough to let him know that I wasn’t going to be pushed around as the new kid, but not so hard as to hurt or intimidate him.

I hadn’t really given that afternoon much thought ever again, but recently it came back to me in a context, that really hadn’t make sense, until now. While I hesitated on the playground, trying to determine the intentions of this out-stretched hand, and odd saying; It wasn’t that I didn’t want to give him a high five, it’s that I hadn’t yet learned the proper response.

I had learned to say “thank you”, when something was given to me; I had learned to say “please”, when there was something I wanted; I had learned to say “good-bye”, when leaving somewhere, or hanging up the phone, but I hadn’t learned that the hand of friendship, was expected to be answered in a slap.

I know all of these things now.

However, I think that there are manners for the 21st century that people are still learning; which brings me to my point. I like to text/IM, it doesn’t consume my life or anything, and I have never gotten one of those $1000 phone bills, but every month, I come pretty close to using my alloted texts, and I do partake in a couple of good IM conversations everyday. It’s a convenient way to talk to someone with out the burden of a phone plastered to your ear. A neat-o way to send little thought, idea, or message to someone. That being said, when you enter into a more conversational mode of IM/texting you have not rid yourself of common consideration. What I mean to say is, if you know that you have been texting/IMing someone back a forth a few times, you still have the obligation to conclude the conversation just as you would any other. Just like being on the phone, or in someones living room, after a certain point you don’t just abandon the person on the other end. You don’t just hang up the phone, not so much as a “talk to you later”, do you? (PS. If you are one of those people that doesn’t even say “good-bye” on the phone, I already don’t know what to do with you …). Therefore, I think it is important to remember your manners, even in the midst of all of these new communication methods.


Thank you for reading.

Talk to you later.

… and please, by all means, don’t leave me hangin’

Love All. -D ūüėČ

Blogging about blogs

So, I don’t ususully do much in the way of reposting other people’s content … but that being said. ¬†Boss Man posted a blog entry about wanting to get some ideas for some new reads …¬†which, of course led to a whole series of comments. ¬†Most of which are blogs that I either, already subscribe to, or have looked at and sorta keep on the back burner, but are not in my top 40. ¬†But this blog I found really interesting: TED Ideas worth Spreading Particularly because of what was on the top of their blog; this article.

Habits of happiness: Matthieu Ricard on TED.com

What is happiness, and how can we all get some? Buddhist monk, photographer and author Matthieu Ricard has devoted his life to these questions, and his answer is influenced by his faith as well as by his scientific turn of mind: We can train our minds in habits of happiness. Interwoven with his talk are stunning photographs of the Himalayas and of his spiritual community. (Recorded February 2004 in Monterey, California. Duration: 21:06.)   



Holiday Cheer

Life. ¬†Who knew it had so many twists and turns. ¬†Certainly, I had been told of them, but never fully appreciated the idea of them. ¬†I’ve taken on a little side gig at an anonymous retail location. ¬†With the intention, primarily, of topping off the coffers prior to the holiday season. ¬†It’s a good time. ¬†My year long¬†hiatus¬†from the retail world was greatly appreciated, but rarely is it that you can find a faced paced¬†environment¬†with that sorta of brainless activity that come from a ¬†retail position. ¬†Not to say that retail doesn’t require any brainpower, not at all, but in my position, my head can sorta “check out” and take a little break.

My duties thus far have involved moving things from here to there, and often back again. ¬†Finding things in the maze of excess that the¬†anonymous¬†retail store ¬†(hear by¬†referred to as the ARS) calls it’s stock room. ¬†General¬†niceties¬†to the general public (aka. clients). ¬†I don’t mean to sound cynical, I am really not trying to be. ¬†It is great fun, when it’s busy, and things are hopping, a little tedious when it’s not busy, but fun overall.

Side benefits:

  1. Good discount (not that I can afford much in this place.) 
  2. Friendly (honest to gosh friendly) co-workers
  3. Super-smokin’ hot boss lady (one of them anyway)

Love All. ¬†-D ūüėȬ†

All Hallows’ What?

So this morning Marcos asked me who invented Hallowe’en … and although I quickly remembered the reference to All Hallows’ Eve, I couldn’t quite remember what that meant.¬† So in the spirit of the day.¬† I bring you the history and origin of All Hallows’ Eve (or Halloween for you less adventurous types).Caniballistic Jack-O-LanternThe modern holiday of Halloween has its origins in the ancient Gaelic festival known as Samhain (pronounced /ňąsň†aun ≤/ from the Old Irish samain). The Festival of Samhain is a celebration of the end of the harvest season in Gaelic culture, and is erroneously[2] regarded as ‘The Celtic New Year’.[3] Traditionally, the festival was a time used by the ancient pagans to take stock of supplies and slaughter livestock for winter stores. The Ancient Gaels believed that on October 31, the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead overlapped and the deceased would come back to life and cause havoc such as sickness or damaged crops. The festivals would frequently involve bonfires, where the bones of slaughtered livestock were thrown. Costumes and masks were also worn at the festivals in an attempt to mimic the evil spirits or placate them.¬† When the Romans occupied Celtic territory, several Roman traditions were also incorporated into the festivals. Feralia, a day celebrated in late October by the Romans for the passing of the dead as well as a festival which celebrated the Roman Goddess Pomona, the goddess of fruit were incorporated into the celebrations. The symbol of Pomona was an apple, which is a proposed origin for the tradition of bobbing for apples on Halloween.History of the NameThe term Halloween (and its alternative rendering Hallowe’en) is shortened from All-hallow-even, as it is the eve of “All Hallows’ Day”, also which is now known as All Saints’ Day. It was a day of religious festivities in various northern European Pagan traditions, until Popes Gregory III and Gregory IV moved the old Christian feast of All Saints’ Day from May 13 to November 1. In the ninth century, the Church measured the day as starting at sunset, in accordance with the Florentine calendar. Although All Saints’ Day is now considered to occur one day after Halloween, the two holidays were, at that time, celebrated on the same day. Liturgically, the Church traditionally celebrated that day as the Vigil of All Saints, and, until 1970, a day of fasting as well. Like other vigils, it was celebrated on the previous day if it fell on a Sunday, although secular celebrations of the holiday remained on the 31st. The Vigil was suppressed in 1955, but was later restored in the post-Vatican II calendar.Now you know … and knowing is half the battle.Love All. -D ūüėČ

From the road …

I always have mixed feeling about being away from home. On the one hand it is certainly nice to get out, and see the world, be amongst friends. Of course the flip side is that I mis my family. Luckily, or maybye, unluckily, I don’t have to do it that often, so it is usually an enjoyable experience. I managed to get myself out of Aspen a little early today, in the hopes that I would be home in time to tuck the monkeys into bed. Being away from the boys really makes me appreciate them so much more. (Talk to me in a couple of days, and see if I still have any patience left). As for the lovely and unprecidently joyful Hong … the truth is I miss her, and the little bits that I often find myself thinking are going to drive me crazy are the same little things I miss the most. I suppose that I have to learn to live with missing them. And continue to try to make the most of the opportunities I have. So I will sit here in the Denver airport and try to beg my way on to an earlier flight … wish me luck.Oh, by the way … The job in Aspen went GREAT and we (mostly Chase, but here is to the team) made some amazing photographs.Over Aspen


Aspen is very beautiful.¬† No doubt, a little pretentious around the edges, but what would you really expect from a town where a 299 sq ft condo is selling for a mere $999,000.¬† We’ve found a really nice place to stay, great location, sorta late ’70s early ’80s vintage, but really quite nice none the less.¬† The crew all rolled out this morning at 7:30AM, and I have the house all to myself for a bit.¬† Which is good, because I am used to a certain amount of silence in my life, usually found in the wee hours of the morning, laying next to my sleeping beauty.¬† But, for this trip I am bunked in with Cody and the peace and quiet not only gives me a chance to get ready for the onslaught of technical work to be done this afternoon and this evening, but just to sit and enjoy a coffee on the deck.-Love All. ūüėČ

Staying connected

You may or may not know that I am traveling right now … but as I was sitting in the Denver Airport, looking around, I couldn’t help but wonder what we all used to do before we were trying to stay connected …I was looking around at all of these folks, faces buried in laptops, cellphone pressed to their ears, thumbs feverishly moving across their Crackberries, and just trying to remember what it is that people did in¬† airports 15 years ago.¬† I am not trying to be an elitist, not at all … every second I had I was checking my iPhone, or pulling the laptop from the bag.¬† Not for any particular reason, I just didn’t know what else to do …

Now that’s what I call brand loyalty

So this story has been floating around the blog cycles the evening, and i just thought that the end result was so contrary to typically corperate policy, that it was worth mentioning …From: The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs :

Check out this story. A guy’s Powerbook burst into flames under his bed and nearly killed him. Fire department was called, apartment ruined, guy had to move into a hotel for a while. He calls us up, we send him a MacBook Pro, and he goes away happy. Money quote: “The funny thing is, a Mac almost killed me, and I came out of the whole experience feeling more strongly about Apple as a company.” Now that is loyalty. Yes, Apple faithful, you are truly a unique customer base. And we are sooooo glad to have you. Really. I mean it.

Crazy, really. Worth the read.- Love all. ūüėČ

Update ?

So if I write simply for the sake of writing, with nothing in particular to say, and no news to divulge … is it really an update? Well, clearly I am not the one to answer the question, and all previous requests for even a single comment have gone unheard, but if you are reading, and you have an answer, leave it in a comment. It’s really neat to have comments …

Work is going really well. The boys and Hong are great! Aidan is enjoying pre-school, and there may or may not have been an incident where he was hit by stick, but we have yet to get to the bottom of that. The PTA president thing certainly takes up more time than I thought it would, but it does seem as if things are moving forward in that arena, so it’s hard to complain too much.

Love all, D ūüėČ

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The nail salon …

Hong once took me with her

to the nail salon. I had never had my nails done, and I certainly wasn’t planning to. Hong did however talk me into having a polish-less pedicure. The entire experience was very strange for me, and if you have never been to a nail salon, run by Asians, you should go, but if you can’t …. watch this.