Friday, January 13, 2012

The Mind's Eye


Change Your Thinking



It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..



Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.



One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.



His bed was next to the room's only window.



The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.



The men talked for hours on end.



They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation…



Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.



The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.



The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.



As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.



One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.



Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days, weeks and months passed.



One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.



She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.



As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.



He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.



It faced a blank wall..



The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.



The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.



She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”



Epilogue:



There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.



Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.



If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.



'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.'



The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on.



Do not keep this letter.



I pray you will forward it to all your friends to whom you wish God's blessings

Monday, October 17, 2011

Primer for Presidential Candidates


“Run Sarah, Run,” reads the last sentence of my book, Flirting with Misadventures, which was published by FriesenPress last month (9/2011), and available in hardbound, paperback, and electronic editions at the publisher’s shopping cart, among several outlet portals.  With her announcement last Wednesday that she was vowing out of the presidential contest, Gov. Palin might just have doomed the marketing prospects of the book.  However, the principles undergirding my arguably premature prognostications on her presidential prospects were by no means undermined by the political calculus of her deliberations leading to a none-candidacy.  In fact, the essay, written in July 2010, made ample allowance for precisely the decision she officially made public last week.

On page 313 of the book my disclaimer was unmistakable:

I have not met her in person but less than fifty pages into “Going Rogue” made me feel like I shared most of her adventures of growing up. I succumb to that exhilarating feeling of having gallivanted away the anxious exuberance of my formative years in the edge of the wilds with her, notwithstanding that I was born in the evacuation camps of WWII Philippines, roughly half a globe away, more than two generations ago, and a civilization removed from her narratives.

She is a breath of fresh air in a political atmosphere traditionally choked with the putrescence of political posturing on just about any issue imaginable.

Of all the politicians in the national landscape, Gov. Palin just happens to be the least conventional (cf, p 312):

Living out her philosophy rather than philosophizing on life is what Gov. Palin is all about. The main reason she gets the vitriol of the traditional career feminists is her putting their hypocrisy in sharp contrasting relief to her reality.  She has proved to the world and to the feminists’ shame that there need not be any conflict between motherhood and a professional career, politics included.  Furthermore, it definitely did not take a village to nurture her brood of five, more than twice above the national average fertility rate for this country.

I have painstakingly demonstrated elsewhere in the same book {chapters 11, 18, 19 & 20} that to as much as pay a lip service to the narrative of Man-Made Global Warming as the gospel minted in Copenhagen purports,  you have to be either intellectually incompetent, or politically dishonest, or both. 

This is the first of two crucial smells test I have for presidential candidates, namely:
1)         How would your administration propose to redeploy the enormous human and infrastructural resources at the Federal government’s disposal already invested to promote and implement the popularly accepted Global Warming agenda?

2)         How would your administration propose to deal with the intricacies and ramifications of baseline budgeting?

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Book Promotion Frails and Thrills

Book Promotion Frails and Thrills

As I endeavor to map out strategies (or is this what may be called brainstorming?) to get maximum exposure/visibility to the Flirting book released last month by FriesenPress, google-searching the title for the most recent (new arrivals, if you will) ads on a daily basis has become part of the chore.  For reasons not readily available to my reckoning, three most recent sightings had given me the most buzz.

Those were its appearance in the Japanese market, in the Polish market, and the Italian market.  It is somewhat easy to come up with coherent rationale for the first to markets.  A significant portion of my story had a Japanese setting.  In fact one of the sequel titles I’m entertaining for the book is “Yamato Interludes,” which is intended to narrate some of the seemingly trivial escapades I indulged in during my studies in Japan.

The Polish as aspect of the picture can be accounted for by the fact that my wife, Krystyna, was born and bred in Krakow.  With a significant deficit of fluency in the Polish language, the presence of the book in the Polish marketplace sort of compensates for my communications handicap with her family and friends.

The Italian buzz is a more difficult one to account for.  I just have to chalk it up to my conscious identification of my mindset as a product of what Edgar Allan Poe dubbed as “The Grandeur that was Rome.”

Sunday, January 31, 2010

To Columbia7: A Tribute


For you, the valiant heirs of Prometheus,

Of Liebnitz, Kepler, and Copernicus,

We mourn our lose but celebrate the cause

That cost the ultimate measure of your

Devotion, proclaimed in blazing glory,

And sealed your rendezvous with Destiny.

In votive gratitude, our homage pledge

To keep your torch aflame and let endure

Ages of unbegot posterity.

So every fragment that your ship had strewn

Would our ambitions amply leverage

And claim your vintage courage as our own:

All wholesome sacrifice to Liberty

The ransom price for immortality!

Procedural Lament 1: Cut & Paste

Cut and Paste from the Clipboard should be made easier than this