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I am sitting in the local hospital waiting to get x – rays done on my toe that I am sure is only sprained and severely bruised, when the name atlas come to mind. I think about how the god Atlas was cursed to hold the heavens from earth because of his affiliation with the titans.

Maybe I think about atlas because despite the size of my toe it is causing some really big pain. Sometimes small things can feel very large like we are cursed to keep the heavens from crashing to the earth.

The Doctor gets the x rays puts me in a stylish sandal and I feel much better. when we feel like we are faced with a gigantic punishment sometimes it can help to get some perspective and help, like you know a visit to the doc and a sandal.

peace

john3c

 

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When I was ten my dad worked hard at work and my mom worked hard at home. So our summer vacations were not spent at the day care they were spent on west 52nd street at the house with our mom functioning as ou care provider/warden/tv time regulator. I was ten and wanted to spend all summer watching tv and playing video games but mom had other plans. The little tv we did watch though was “The Flintstones”, great cartoon show about two families living in caveman time, the patriarchs of the families get into one misadventure after another. One of the funniest episodes was one were Fred and Barney (those are the names of the two patriarchs) wished for their magic alien friend, Kazoo, to make dummy doubles of them. The dummy Fred and Barney went to dinner with their wives and the  genuine Fred and Barney went to a bowling tournament. The plan was “flawless”, the Fred dummy only said yes and the Barney dummy only said no.

Of course the plan fell apart and everyone was laughing but I was in a meeting recently and realized that it seems every meeting always has a Fred dummy and a Barney dummy. One individual who agrees and promises everything and uses the word yes all the time and another who takes it upon themself to deny everything shake his or her head defiantly and uses the word no all the time. Most people want to help during a meeting by providing input, but let me tell you these two people do not help they are more of a hurt than anything else. In all of our interactions we should strive to do more than provide one word answers. To make an interaction, which is exactly what a meeting is, a worthwhile experience and something more than a waste of everyone’s time, it is important to avoid attitudes and words that are the “all or nothing” type. Compromise cannot be reached through using the words no or yes. Wait a minute! Yes is the definition of compromise right, well not really. The word yes is usually employed as a method of placating the party asking permission. Nothing is simple and clear if it was it wouldn’t require a meeting. So better than “no, no, no” or “yes, yes, yes” would be “maybe contingent on this or that” or “if this and that” any talk that involves thinking and acting and a plan.

Next time you are forced into a meeting and wish to provide some input think about what you are saying why you are saying it and don’t be one of those people.

That was a very funny episode of “The Flintstones” ha ha!!

peace

john3c 

 

write about accommodations and the difference in no and yes

I was either 13 or 14 years old I had spent a summer working at the ice plant. Traveling all over the city of Cleveland with an older fellow named Don  loading freezers at mini marts with bags of “crystal clear” ice. I had also shaken out all the birthday and Christmas cards out. I counted all the money and made my way to the store I really can’t remember which store it was, but I remember why I was there, standing at the counter my whole savings clutched in my 13-year-old hand. I was there to buy a watch. Not just any watch, mind you. This watch was a flat black digital compass watch. Oh yeah this watch was going to keep me on track. As the young lady handed over the watch and me the money I could feel the adventures I was going to go on with this watch. I was going to trek through the Everglades and scale K2 (I have always been a vivid dreamer), and this watch was going to help me. I haven’t hiked through the Everglades or scaled K2 yet, but I like to think I have had some adventures (and of course I will blog about them later though, not today you have stuff to do). I ended up as all 13 year olds (or maybe 14 year olds I really cannot remember)  do loosing this prized possession.

I had some adventures with this watch before it was lost, and I realized something else… I didn’t need the watch to have an adventure. Around the same time I was purchasing the watch I was also discovering on TV this gem of a program that featured a protagonist of the same name sake as the title. The program was called “MacGyver”. Every episode of MacGyver showed this guy with the feathered hair employing some type of jerry rigged mechanism that he created under duress to move his way out of said duress. The show was great! Watching that show showed me that I didn’t need a watch for an adventure just imagination, hard work and ingenuity. Oh yeah after watching three episodes I decided my next purchase was going to be a swiss army knife.

 

peace

john3c

So this morning I was putting on some new shoes. I really like these shoes they are blue and black and just look great! OK so take the shoes out the box, lace them up, and start to put them on my feet. As I begin to put the shoes on my feet I am faced with the unanswerable question… Which foot gets the shoe first. Besides the much appropriate worry about OCD another thought enters the mind. I have heard it said “do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing”.  Now before you mention it, I know that this is a part of a scripture in the bible that references giving and the danger of boosting about your charity. I hope no one felt that I was doing that in yesterday’s post. I really feel that I do not give enough, but this morning I thought about my left and right foot (and no I am not going to get checked out for any mental illness I happen to like my meandering thoughts in the wee morning hours), and I thought what if we really didn’t let our left foot or hand know what our right one was doing. What if we allowed our body to conduct itself in a compartmentalized way?

Then we may have problems. The brain would send messages to the appendage like the feet and they, like a strong-willed cat, may or may not obey.  I watched this movie when I was a kid called “Airplane”, funny movie starring Leslie Nelson.  One of the movies characters developed a drinking problem. The characters drinking problem was demonstrated when he tried to drink a glass of water and  he would miss his mouth and spill it on his shirt. I imagine if all our systems of the body keep secrets and developed conflicting personalities this is how we might look. A shirt soaked in whatever liquid we were trying to consume and a walk that would make Dr. Frankensteins’ monster look like he had the grace of Fred Astaire. You laugh or maybe you aren’t laughing(I know the jokes weren’t that funny), but this is what happens sometimes in a family or a company. We forget that despite being an individual we are a part of something bigger. It is easy on a journey to self-awareness to become selfish. Ask any parent with a teenager in the home and I am sure they will tell you that this line is crossed by their child everyday and it is the parents job to remind them of the family as a composite.

We are all part of this great big juxtaposition on “Mothership Earth” (O and by the way, Led Zeppelin rocks!) and the ride (for everyone) will be much smoother if we do not keep secrets and just work together. So Left foot, I know these shoes rock and maybe you wanted to be the first one to wear them and I am sorry but hey first isn’t always best. Everyone one else let’s all be cool and work together

peace

john3c

In 1980 while on the “Triumph” tour the king of pop, Michael Jackson donned a single white glove which would live on in pop music lore for what seems forever. There are many reasons swirling around as to why Mike wore the glove. Some say it was because of the skin disease, vitiligo showing up in his gloved hand while on tour. Later in his life the skin disease would creep to all parts of his body. Whatever the reason Mikes glove raised some eyebrows and made quite the impact. The glove along with red leather zippered jackets sold out of stores nationwide.

Over the last week I have noticed some other gloves on the hands on many people in public places. Bus stations, airports even the local school board employees. I am tempted to remind these individuals of the power of soap, however I refrain from this because, I have realized that what others see as neurosis is simply construed as good hygiene. 

Seeing the gloved hands got me to thinking about life though. After leaving my parents home and venturing out on my own into the wild I wanted to life a full rich life. As I got older I realized life could get messy and I wanted a clean and ordered life. Now that I am yet a “little” older, I am beginning to realize that there is no such thing as clean and sanitized. We can wear all the gloves we want and try to control everything but we will realize this control is nothing more than a facade.  The good thing is that despite how messy and dirty life gets we will always have soap.

This is a picture of a MJ action figure I took from another blog

peace

john3c

Why a tie?

Posted: March 20, 2012 in Uncategorized
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This morning while dressing for work I caught myself thinking about my neck as I began to button my shirt. I always start at the top of my shirt and button down. I haven’t done the top button in years. When I first started working I would do the top button and the rest, then do my best half windsor tie knot.  I started working with Jim when I was 24 years old and he informed me that “my days of wearing a neck tie were over” and since he was my boss I listened. 

After my talk from Jim I only wore a neck tie on Sundays to church for a while, then I began fo realize how much time I could save by not wearing a neck tie on Sundays. (Is my referring to the tie as a neck tie bothering you yet?) Well all these thoughts bombarded me this morning while I was getting dressed. As I passed over the top button I began to wonder. Why did I quit wearing neck ties? Could I pull off wearing a neck tie? I also wondered wear did the idea of the gentleman’s necktie come from?

The first question took me down a memory lane trip, that I rather enjoyed. Jim is a really good guy and I learned a lot from working with him. however Jim like most men dressed for comfort not really looks so taking his advice on clothing choice may not have been the best move I have made.  The second question I decided would have to be tabled until I could speak with some women. If I have learned one thing it is men should seek the advice of women when it comes to fashion. There are countless books, magazines, blogs , tv shows about fashion but honestly, aren’t all us men just dressing to impress women? I always ask women about clothing when I am unsure and when there isn’t a consensus among the women I speak with I always take up camp with the woman I am trying to impress the most.  Finally because I am a little crazy I did some (and I use the term some very loosely here) research on the origins of the mens neck ties. It seems that cloths were worn around mens necks as early as 1618 – 1648  and used to identify Croatian mercenaries in the thirty years war.  Because the cloths wear worn by Croatians the french named the cloths cravats. The cravat became the steinkirk (1650-1720), which became the neckcloth (1720 – 1800), which became cravats, scarves, bandannas (1800-1850) there was some confusion so a book was released to ease the confusion on gentleman’s neck wear it was named “Neckclothitania”.  Finally there was the necktie (1920 – present day) we know and love today.

So this morning by allowing my mind to meander a little I was able to take a nostalgic trip down memory lane. Come up with an excuse to “chat up” this really cute girl I know at lunch and I also got a fashion / history lesson. Not to bad and it isn’t even 8 :30 am yet.

But can I rock a tie? I don’t know but I will let you know after my chat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

peace

john3c