Today is a double dose of karate class for me. In the past I would watch the kid’s class then participate in the adults class but Senpai Taka-san asked me to join in the kid’s class and help out. Happy to help and this means that on Saturdays I get a nice two hour workout.
Today I have an all day travel industry event and must leave very early so my morning ‘me time’ is cut very short. These things can be a bit draining but also great opportunities to do a lot of networking. Needless to say I’m looking forward to tomorrow which is Friday. Work has been much busier than usual because yet again I have to fill in for another territory. I’ll be glad when we get someone permanently in place there.
This week I received a response to a message I sent many years ago to my very first internet friend. Unlike most people I still have all my data from when I first started using computers back in 1992. I also keep a treasure chest that I’ve had since I was a kid.
I came across this video on Reddit and wanted to write a brief post.
Sam Klemke began documenting his life on film starting all the way back in 1977. He says “I’m fascinated with time,” as the reason for doing this project. I also happen to be fascinated with time and I do something very similar although it is through writing instead of video.
People much smarter than myself tell me that time is an illusion. I certainly hope so because it goes much too quick. It is good to come across someone like Sam who also thinks the same way I do about time and wanting to preserve a good amount of it. Sometimes I think there aren’t very many who think like this.
Hoy tengo tiempo libre y estoy en la casa solo. Hace mucho tiempo desde que he tenido tiempo para hacer lo que quiero. Entonces hoy decidía ver una película se llama Palmeras en la Nieve. Es una historia de colonialismo española en Guinea Ecuatorial y lo que pasaron entre dos amantes allí.
A mí me gusta mucho películas históricas. No me importa si están 100% preciso, lo mas importante es que aprendo algo nuevo. Soy muy fascinado con el paso de tiempo y me encanta un buen historia que se desarrolla desde hace muchos años. Cien Años de Solidad es probablamente mi favorito.
It is 4:50 AM and I have a cold which hasn’t let me get a good nights sleep. I had just gotten over a fever when *someone* in the house got a pretty nasty cough which has also infected me. Perhaps I could have gotten over it by now if I had rested but there was a golf tournament on Monday and I went to karate yesterday. In doing so I think I let this cold really take hold.
Last night was the second debate between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. I thought it would make a good LTMD as last night fundamentally changed politics in this country.
Donald Trump has single handedly blurred the line between a reality TV culture and mainstream politics. Now, everything is entertainment and it has revealed that a good chunk of Americans are simply not very sophisticated. They want a good show and they want simplicity, complicated international and domestic issues put in black in white, good and bad which is really the only way they can understand. Facts no longer matter and anything longer than a three sentence explanation makes them lose interest.
It is 6:01 AM and there is not a lot of time before the day officially begins so I’ll keep this post short.
One can learn a lot by spending time looking out their front window. Recently, I’ve been looking out my second story window after family bath time as I wait for the kids to dry off and put on their pajamas. I’d like to spend even more time looking out the window but I also don’t want to be known as the weird neighbor who looks out his window. Isn’t that strange, fear of looking out your window because you’re afraid neighbors might look into your window and see you staring out?
It is 5:46 AM on October 4th, 2016. We are now into the fall season with dark mornings and evenings. Even though bedtime is 8:00 my oldest son still has a little trouble getting up in the morning and I understand. I too hated getting up in the morning for pretty much all of elementary school and high school.
I have a reoccurring dream that comes once every year or so. In the dream I return to my childhood home on Meadow Road. It is a place I own and I have the keys in my pocket. Going inside it is I know that nobody has been inside in a very long time. In this shadowy dream world the house is dark and uninviting. The dream tells me this is my second home which I rarely frequent and am the only one in my family who does. I always end upstairs in my old bedroom which is also dark and it never occurs to me to turn on the lights.