October 2009 Archives

I am so Karma's bitch. I check a bag maybe twice a year. Twice a year it will get lost and Delta has to deliver it to me.

This was one of those days. And since it's my last trip for work this year, the last time I'll have to check a bag.

I don't mind. I know the guy who delivers them. We have a nice chat. And I never check anything I can't do without.

I was concerned that I would miss some of the ball game. When my bag didn't show up off the belt, I checked in at mlb.com and saw that there was a rain delay. And smiled. I may have laughed out loud too.

I got my little claim check and had another nice chat with another agent I know, and off to Jalepeno I go. Get home, get the mail, go inside, put my one bag down, and turn on the TV.

Cole is just warming up.

I saw the coolest ad today. (Was for Blackberry).

Like is watered-down love.
Like is mediocre.
Like is the wishy-washy emotion of the content.
Athletes don't do it for the like of a sport.
Artists don't suffer for the like of art.
There is no I like NY T-shirt.
And Romeo didn't just like Juliet.

LOVE. Now that's powerful stuff.
Love changes things.
Upsets things.
Conquers things.
Love is at the root of everything good that has ever happened and will ever happen.

Yesterday I got my work schedule for the rest of the year.

While it is certainly subject to change, at the moment I have to fly only one more time for work.

One. And that's this coming week. To the west coast. After that, all my classes are on-line. Which means teach from home.

That also means that between now and the end of the year, I will fly more for pleasure than for work. Unprecedented.

Yet totally sweet.

Occam’s Razor: The simplest explanation for a phenomenon is most likely the correct explanation.

I was conceived the day Dave Matthews was born. When the angels assigned to him safely delivered him to earth, and went back up for their next assignment – me – they still had some Dave on their hands.

Rather than change it they simply ordained it to remain latent in me, psychologically and pathologically, for thirty years.

Sod, plus rain, plus diligence, plus sunshine, plus soulshine equals happy birthday to me.