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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 😉

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 /ˈsˠaunʲ/ 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 😉

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

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. 😉

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 😉

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Day of birth

Thank You all for the great birthday wishes !!!!I had a wonderful day, yummy breakfast, great dinner, good friends and well wishes from all. Here is to another year!!!

That school before school …

Today welcomes Aidan to the world of collaborative, and collective learning. Today was his first day of pre-school! What you might not quite be able to tell from this picture, is that he apparently had a great time. Hong says that when she dropped him off, he barley even said good-bye, much to her dismay. My they get old fast …

“We cannot do great things on this Earth, only small things with great love.” -Mother Theresa

Wow, no blog … blog.

Hello World! Wow, long time no blog. I must start out by apologizing for my lengthy absence. It has been a whirlwind month. We started out with a gratuitous stay at Children’s Hospital. Marcos had a spinal de-tethering surgery. Then our PTA presidency kicked into full swing. Followed by the first day of school; more PTA business; more hospital time; and yet even more PTA stuff. I have put up a website for Dylan’s new business, Race Orchestral Strings. And made a great many changes to our school website too.

I know, no excuse to leave my loyal readership (both of you), but it happened, and I will try not to let it happen again.

Who’s list? Dean’s list !

Hong just received a letter today recognizing her academic efforts for the spring semester.  She has been named to the Dean’s List.  She’s finishing up her degree online, on her way to a Early Childhood Education degree.  Great Job Baby!  I am sure that I will be writing another post like this at the end of this quarter!

Oskar’s brother

Well it seems that Dylan and Katie are parents again. Which makes me an uncle again. Which of course makes Osa a mormor again. Oskar has a new brother named Soren Vincent Race. Born at 9:39 PM on August 4th in Ithaca. Weighed in at a healthy 7lbs 14ozs. Reported by Osa as, “Good lungs, sweet gurgles, alert eyes, head of hair and beautiful.”

Aidan’s Birthday Party !

Aidan celebrated his birthday in grand style on Saturday. We welcomed family and friends to the beach near our house for an old fashion beach party. We thank all of those who were able to join us, and missed those that weren’t. There are a couple of photo galleries with some pictures from our celebration.

The grand rents …

Meem & Pop came in to town on Sunday night of this past week. I wasn’t able to do anything with them Monday during the day, but was fortunate enough to have dinner with them that night, along with cousin Betty and some friends of theirs who are recent transplants from Ohio. I was lucky enough to get off from work on Tuesday and Wednesday and we certainly did enjoy our time with them. As with most visits from family it seems, it wasn’t at all long enough. We barely even had time to snap any pics … did get a few though and they can be found here. Hopefully our next meeting will not be too far off in the future, and will be for a much longer time.