7th of October 2000
I must keep my magic magnifying mind on my acceptance and off my expectations, for my serenity is directly proportional to my level of acceptance. When I remember this, I can see I've never had it so good.
Lance's treatise about waiting brought to mind an essay on serenity I pull out now and again. Found in my Big Book, it comforts me when I don't seem to have any answers. By the way, I count Lance as a great inspiration. It should be obvious by the look of this page.
Perhaps the best thing of all for me is to remember that my serenity is inversely proportional to my expectations. The higher my expectations of others, the lower is my serenity. I can watch my serenity level rise when I discard my expectations. But then my rights try to move in, and they, too, can force my serenity level down. I have to discard my rights, as well as my expectations, by asking myself, "How important is it really? How important is it compared to my serenity, my emotional sobriety?" When I place more value on my serenity and sobriety than on anything else, I can maintain them at a higher level - at least for the time being.
Acceptance is the key to my relationships today, with God and people. I never just sit and do nothing while waiting for Him to tell me what to do. Rather, I do whatever is in front of me to be done, and I leave the results up to Him; however it turns out, that's God's will for me.
I'm off to the mountains for a few days. See you on Monday night. Be good, but not too.
6th of October 2000
Some days just remind me that I'm getting older. When I rolled out of bed my back was killing me. My shoulder felt like the arm was coming unhinged. There was a shimmering gradient halo around the vision in my right eye. Gee wiz, it reminded of the days when I used to drink. You know the kind -- oh boy, what did I do last night? What kind of trouble am I going to be in today? Who beat me up? Days like that I walked around on eggshells preparing generic apologies in my bloated head. I don't miss it one bit, but wait a minute. Is this what old age is going to be like?
5th of October 2000
It's delightful to see Kitty Mead get some nice pub from her local newspaper. mizKitty is one hard-working artist and web designer who fully deserves every bit of attention lavished on her. Take, for example, her Art Galleria or her collaborative project, 24-7cool, the designer's playground. It's difficult to imagine the time and dedication committed to all the individual pieces of digital art she produces. Attention to intricate detail is one of her hallmarks and strengths.
But that's just the artistic Kitty. In real life she is an angel heroine, working in a hospital emergency room and graciously demonstrating her humanity saving lives. Devoted to her family, and her friends, Kitty possesses an uncommon congeniality that is addictive to the spirit and uplifting to the soul. In her own words:
"I've lived quite
a few lives, and I've died a few... well, almost died. I believe that I survived
because there's a greater purpose for me. There are some things that I have to stick
around for. I'm not really sure what those things are, but I have a feeling that I'm
doing them now." Yes you are Kitty.
Happy birthday Lemur. I'll be joining you at 48 next week.
4th of October 2000
Presidential debates. The pundits love to argue for hours about who won -- who lost. Well, I'm not a pundit, but I can watch, listen, and react as well as the next guy. Last night's first of the season didn't have a winner or loser, instead what it had was a rehash of the conventions and campaigns; nothing new, yet.
I saw Al Gore as a smug individual who is condescending to the American people. He seems a man who believes the government knows better how to run my life. I saw George W. Bush as someone who understands I want more power returned to my own decision making abilities. I can take care of myself.
3rd of October 2000
So nice to happen upon new, thoughtful material. Speech Therapy, by a fellow who calls himself sixandone, is just such a place. I've no idea who he is, random discovery through Astounding Websites led me to his work, but I can relate. A young man the age of my daughter, his outlook on life and family, spiritual peace and yes, lucid confusion, struck an all too familiar chord. He appears to be a wonderful writer and has some very interesting interviews with well-known digerati. Speech Therapy offers more than analysis for the verbal, it tenders healing for the spirit. I know I will be listening.
Wonderful news! A resolution in the Diva and Goliath dispute. What a marvelous outcome on the heels of the third annual Grey Day. Go see for yourself. Internet community is alive and well. Heartiest congratulations to the Digital Divas, but hats off to Microsoft as well, for capitulating in this matter. They could have chosen an entirely different tactic.
Shucks Mam. Twernt nothin'.
2nd of October 2000
Well done Oztraya!
For a nice wrapup of the Olympic's close from the perspective of a local Australian, have a go at Graham's summary.
1st of October 2000
Not that anyone cares, but here are my favorite stars and moments from The Games of the XXVIIth Olympiad. This list doesn't include any of the so-called minor sports simply because America didn't see many of them. The interminable televised time delay really kept the United States from enjoying the Games the rest of the world saw. These individuals impressed me in one way or another for their humility, grace, dignity, and performance joy. Contrast these with the despicable behavior of the winning 4x100 sprint relay team that epitomized the term "ugly Americans."
From the first week and the Olympic pool emerged Lenny Krayzelburg, immigrant to the U.S. from the former Soviet Union who captured three gold medals and endeared himself to the public with his quiet, confident demeanor and movie star good looks. There was controversy galore in the gymnastics venue, but standing head and shoulders above the rest was Aleksei Nemov. This Russian was simply the class of the field. No one else came close to his all-around ability and dignity. He earned the respect of his competitive peers and the world.
During week two, the spotlight shifted to Olympic Stadium and the track and field events. While Marion Jones' five medal performance was certainly historic, I was more enamored with the grace and humble attitude of Michael Johnson. Adding two more gold medals to his legacy, he will be remembered among the immortals and will be missed.
And finally, my favorite. Her performance, under incredible pressure moistened my eyes as she did the eyes of all Australia. Cathy Freeman won only one medal in these Games -- gold in the 400 meter run -- but she won far more than that. Racing for a nation, an entire people, and finally for herself; she was a consummate champion. Shy and reserved, but with the heart of centuries of native Australian Aboriginal heritage behind her, she exhibited graceful performance on the track and on the world stage. She will be an inspiration for generations to come. Thank you Cathy. I won't forget.
On Deck Circle
Entirely Other Day
One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his
buddy Norm. And here's how it went:
Little Timmy was in the garden filling in a hole when his neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Tim?" "My goldfish died," replied Timmy tearfully, "and I've just buried him." The neighbor was concerned. "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?" Little Timmy patted down the last heap of earth then replied, "That's because he's inside your cat."
Did you ever fall flat on your face as a total failure? One lousy lawyer did.
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