•May 23, 2013 • Leave a Comment
I’ve been married for thirty years. Yes that is right, 3 decades now removed from any long lost episodes of never happened Green-Eyed Monster jealousy.
The phrase ‘green-eyed monster’ is from Shakespeare’s play Othello.
Igao who said,
“Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger,
But, oh, what damnèd minutes tells he o’er
Who dotes, yet doubts— suspects, yet soundly loves!”
As such, jealousy is a form a competitive rage. There are episodes of similar misconduct in the workplace over policies, ideas, and singular successes. There are few instances of singular successes that create lasting value. One idea feeds into another.
U2 splits their profits equally between the four front men and their manager. The Super Bowl Champion New England Patriots kept all players on the level. (Albeit with differences in market based compensation)
My point is, we will all have episodes of competitive rage jealousy. Another one that comes to mind as this is being typed is the well-intentioned Occupy Wall Street. That was jealousy of the bottom 1% against the top 1%. The issue was fairness and an equalization of wealth, whether earned or entitled. Then the lower 1% moved into their encampments for food, shelter, warmth, et al. Not fair was the cry, and there was friction with conflict.
So there is my blog on the green-eyed Monster. I guess it depends on how you define relationship.
•May 20, 2013 • Leave a Comment
Daily Prompt: Dulled
You encounter a mysterious man offering you a magic potion that, once sipped, will make one of your senses (sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch) super sharp — but dull the others. Will you sip it, and if so, what sense do you choose?
I will sip it to improve my sight, my vision, to have a better sense of color, contrast & composition.
As a photographer, I like to think that I write with light as much as I write with words. Hence, my sight defines me.
Taste & Smell are twin senses with the same source. Some studies say that one in four are super tasters. Well, I’m probable the opposing one in four as my palate relishes robust flavoring s over culinarily delicate delights.
There is one sense not listed that I am working on – the sense of empathy. Mastering empathy through emotional awareness, literacy & intelligence would truly enrich my life, words &’photography.
•May 19, 2013 • Leave a Comment
BigBlue Bogged Down
One of my neighbors got his lawn tractor stuck in his bog yesterday. This bog is a seeping drainage that leads to a pond. His intent was to mow the backside for the visual appeal of neatness. What he really needs at that end of the pond is a tractor wide bridge.
Being kind, helfpul & thoughtful, my son and I leaped into action. We grabbed the logging chain and got into my 2005 Chevrolet Silverado 2500HD 4×4 with the 8.1L gas engine.
The situation seemed doable. The tractor was stuck deep – up to the mowing deck. The logging chain hooked up. The truck positioned , logging chain hooked up, put in 4×4 Low Reverse, and the wheels promptly spun and slung mud. The front wheels were buried to the hubs. Big Blue was now STUCK IN THE MUD.
A neighbor was called, we tried & snapped his tow strap with a snatch grab attempt. The snapped strap flew through the air and fortunately over BibBlue. (IF one of the hooks had hit any rear window or the forward windshield, either and or both would have shattered.) The neighbor then rescued the tractor with his ATV.
AAA was called to rescue BigBlue.
•May 17, 2013 • Leave a Comment
Tell us about something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail (and tell us why you haven’t tried it yet).
For me, that will be hiking the Appalachian Trail. From one end to the other, start to finish. Each day a challenge. Each day a reward not like any or every day. One season of my living constrained only by the next step in front of me.
Instead, the 2,000 or so plus miles seems daunting. So does living a longer life. Instead, simpler thinking prevails. Life is best lived one day at a time. Even better when lived one moment after the next. Trails are not hiked by the miles. Each step taken is its own victory.
I read, imagine & dream of the time when I am still able. Instead, I live the 7 AM to 4 PM get up, got to work, and push ideas from one side of my desk to another side. Then back again. Back and forth.
Time to tie my boots.
•May 1, 2013 • Leave a Comment
To what extent is your blog a place for your own self-expression and creativity vs. a site designed to attract readers?
This blog is for my eclectic self-expression and creativity. IF / THEN / WHEN a reader is attracted, I hope they find the content either useful, informative or entertaining. Reader attraction is appreciated but not an expectation.
My other blog, the Maine HR Cafe is more heavily promoted for professional readership.
How do you balance that?
No balance is required as this implies an unnecessary expectation.
If sticking to certain topics and types of posts meant your readership would triple, would you do it?
No. I write what is on my mind, perhaps for to the reader, not for the reader.
The true question is why do I write what I chose to share by typing out loud?
I write what I chose to share by typing out loud to clarify my own thoughts with my own voice. It’s a form of verbal noodling that exists to explore various paths until the right one becomes evident.
Some day, when I’m more comfortable & confident with my writing, my perspective will change.
•April 29, 2013 • 2 Comments
National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at at end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse.
Unleash Your Inner Dickinson
The words leak out through fingers
Every unspoken thought lingers
Bloggers inspire strokes to stroke
From one to another gal to bloke
Twitter FaceBook Instagram
Are the modern error telegram
Books are read through thin air
These thoughts Steve Jobs would dare
A dictionary so thin
With changeable skin
The world is now smaller
But we are not taller
I walk because the world will not know
All the places left to go
All with my best & better writing,
the spirit should move within and then beyond
Not every day flows
The postaday still goes
Hoping to free
Blackest whole hole
•April 28, 2013 • 1 Comment
Daily Prompt: Cringe Worthy
Do you feel uncomfortable when you see someone else being embarrassed?
This is very situational dependent. If its done unintentionally in a professional setting, then yes.
However, in a playful social setting, different expectations prevail.
What’s most likely to make you squirm?
When people throw themselves under the bus.
My rule is that I will never intentionally throw anyone under the bus.
But if/when they throw themselves under the bus, I reserve the right to not stop them.