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Saturday, November 11, 2017

Devotion


The movie Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was pretty disturbing. The priest that took the heart out of the slave was scary, but the devotion of the guys that were encouraging him or encouraged by that priest was more so

I once met a guy that explained to me what these Mardi Gras beads are for and how you say a rosary for each bead. The guy was on his knees and intensely explaining his assumed devotion.

Some people in my own faith at times scare me. Especially with their devotion to a certain cause they think is right. Even a good friend of mine weirds me out when she gets on about certain subjects. Maybe she is just super passionate and I don't share the same sentiment.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Disrespectful people

Yesterday, I got on the bus to cut down the distance for my Uber ride. Just trying to save a buck I guess.


When the bus came, I thought there was a lady trying to get off the bus. I stepped aside to let her out, but she didn't move. I then figured she was talking to the bus driver.


I don't think I ever mentioned before, so I'm going to make a statement now. Years ago I noticed bus drivers are now encased behind a plastic door. I guess they were always in a protected area, but this is a complete encasement. Thought it was a sad reflection on society.


Anyway,  I chose a seat near the front of the bus. I usually sit in the back. As the bus was going over the Interstate, some guy from the back joined the lady in the front and started yelling about how he was disrespected by the bus driver.


I didn't witness the event. Something must have happened before I got on the bus. I don't know what it was, but I think it was taken out of proportion. Some people call foul too often, too easy over minor things.


The couple went to the back of the bus meanwhile insistent cries of disrespect was voiced. I rolled my eyes and asked if we were there yet.


Literally at the next stop, the bus driver gets off. Oh great I thought, how long is this going to take.


This gave the guy more things to yell about. I thought it was ironic that he was being disrespected and now he can be totally disrespectful to everyone else on the bus. If I had to be at my destination at a certain time I probably would have been more upset.


I'm guessing the bus driver was trying to call a supervisor or for some backup. I figured it was time to get off the bus after one stop. And I walked for about 10 minutes before I called for an Uber.


Should have just done that from the start.

This is why I hate public transportation. This is why I wear noise-reduction headphones while on public transportation. This is why I hate disrespectful people.

Sunday, October 01, 2017

Dad, Superman, and me

I saw it happen. Almost in slow motion.

My brother’s and my Dad were playing football in the street for some reason.

The pass was a seemingly perfect spiral and my Dad was in the air making the perfect diving catch.

With the broken arm, I knew then my Dad was not Superman.

Growing up I thought my Dad was a super man. He couldn’t fly or pick up large objects without effort, but he always had an answer for all my silly questions. Sometimes he probably made stuff up….

Anyway, he also could fix almost anything. I can only recall a few times he had to call someone else for their expertise.

My Dad has remodelled every room in the house that I grew up in. He even took over the garage with his workshop.

Having been on the inside track, I also saw the not so super things my Dad did. If my siblings were honest, I don’t think they would say he was the world's greatest Dad, but I would argue he was the best Dad I ever had. He did what he thought was best and that is about all anyone can do.

I have heard a bunch of stories about a successful father training a son to take over the family business. I never had that opportunity.

I’m pretty sure my Dad did not go to work every day because he enjoyed his job or that he was ambitious to climb that corporate ladder or chase prestige. He dutifully went to work to support us kids.

When I commuted with him to the University of Utah, he would listen to slow tempoed, soothing music because he was in no hurry to get to work. However, on the ride home the tempo was quite faster.

A lot of movie or story plots revolve around avenging a father’s death. I almost find it rather hilarious.

My Dad doesn’t seem to be anybody’s target, so if he got swept up in some awful tragedy it would be sad. I just don’t see myself spending the rest of my life or however long looking for revenge.

Superman or not, he was and still is the greatest Dad I ever had. I might trade him for the Wolverine though. :)

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Can't sleep. Clown will eat me.


Like Homer said. “Clowns are funny.”


The bed he made for Bart was pretty scary though.

I saw the something about Stephen King's IT on TV when I was a kid, or part of it. I vaguely recall that it was creepy, but I am not scared of clowns as a result.

One year, I was out on Halloween night with another unruly teenager. Well, we were unruly that night.

We knocked on this one door until the guy came to see us. The only light on in the house that we could see was upstairs. I think he was getting ready for some party because he came to the door in a clown costume. He invited us inside and shut the door behind us.

That’s when I started to worry a bit.

He made us each a balloon animal and asked us not to tell other kids to stop by.

A few years ago, Wal-Mart had the funniest comercial involving a clown. I wonder if some event like this freaked some kids out for reals and now they are now mortally afraid of clowns.





Thursday, August 31, 2017

House rich, cash poor?

Seems like everyone has an opinion on what to invest in. I have come to accept the idea to invest in everything. Or rather, every market sector.

A coworker recently told me about Zillow. It’s an online real estate tool.  He actually looked up my condo. I was impressed at the value it said it was worth.

Years ago someone asked me about the appreciation of my condo. I knew it would grow in value over time, but didn’t know much beyond that. I told him I appreciated the property just fine.

There are a lot of variables that can go into an investment to provide the best return. Luck is probably one of those variables.

Although the estimated return on my condo was impressive, it was probably less than half of gains I made elsewhere with less capital and a shorter time frame.

With any luck, the Market will not crash tomorrow and I can continue to invest for the future.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

The Haven

I tend to minimize time looking in a mirror. I like the image my mind creates of myself more than the real one everyone sees.

As I was showing off some pictures of my recent cruise, I was making fun of the pictures of myself while stealing quick glances of the position of my head and what not.

It's been about 6 months since I have had my eyes straightened. Although some improvements have been very noticeable, new challenges have come up.

While trying to hike up the Norwegian mountain side, it became very clear some things had not changed at all.

I recall being angry with myself that I was having so much trouble and I could sense I was angering the people trying to help me. I could have endured a few “steps”, but the climb never stopped.

Finally I was convinced to give up. Going down was a lot easier. I could actually see the rock formation into stairs.

Perceiving depth is still a mixed bag for me. Sometimes I have no problems at all. Lighting alone can throw off the calculations the brain makes for safe passage.

On the cruise ship, deck 14 midship was called the Haven. Honestly, it was nice having a private area. I'm tempted to always cruise on a ship like that one.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Brothers

I was telling stories about my brothers to some coworkers. They didn't believe me when I told them we weren't very close.

Before I got to junior high school age, my older brother repeatedly told me there were a bunch of guys waiting to beat me up when I got there. I was totally freaked out for the longest time. I remember hiding in hallways and running from class to class room.

“And your brother was not going to protect you?” They asked.

“My brother was probably on the top of the list who wanted to beat me up.”

Next story I was laughing so hard when I told them about the year I went to this computer trade show called Comdex, I packaged up all the better swag and gave it to my little brother's for Christmas. i can still see the shocked looks on thier faces as they dumped the crap out of the box!

My coworkers thought I crossed a line with that one. I couldn't argue with that but at the time I wasn't even trying to be a jerk.

One year, one of my brothers was all in a huff and didn't want to sit next to me on the train that circled Disneyland. After a few stops, more people got aboard. My brother finally came over and sat next to me.

“I'd rather sit next to Michael, then some stranger.” he announced.

I agreed with that logic. I'd probably say the same thing.

That pretty much sums up our relationship.