i_rabbit

1/31/2006

Javasana

Filed under: musing — rabbit @ 10:08 am

Thank you moki - thank you professor…

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “yes.”

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions — things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.

The sand is everything else — the small stuff.

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

So…Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups.

Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

“Take care of the golf balls first– the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”

1/30/2006

Rain Song

Filed under: musing — rabbit @ 10:47 am

Making slow progress these days, and despite the poor traction, managing to keep an even keel. It was a long weekend with two sick kids and some of the heaviest rain I can remember. We all stayed inside slaying lycanthropes, drinking cocoa, and lounging in pajamas. Every other weekend is like this. I set the todo list aside and nurture my children. It is like time out of time as my awareness shifts to the pace of their needs, energy, and thoughts. It’s good for all of us, I think, to break up the routine and find different ways of relating to each other. And to be forced out of the usual things we find comfort in like todo-lists, computers, and TV. I’m looking forward to springtime when we can all spend time in the garden and the sun and not feel so ‘kept’ by my fouresquare walls. This will be the season of our growing…flee from me keepers of the gloom…

“This is the springtime of my loving
the second season I am to know.

You are the sunlight in my growing
so little warmth I’ve felt before.
It isn’t hard to feel me glowing
I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles
flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes.
It is to you I give this tune.

Ain’t so hard to recognize -
These things are clear to all from time to time.

Talk Talk - I’ve felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go.
I cursed the gloom that set upon us…
But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion
and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion
I see the torch we all must hold.

This is the mystery of the quotient -
Upon us all a little rain must fall.”

~ Page/Plant

Topic is: Commute

Filed under: high.coup. — rabbit @ 9:22 am

my morning commute

raindrops on glasses,
dodging potholes, dogs, and cars;
my morning commute

1/23/2006

Topic is: Interdependence

Filed under: high.coup. — rabbit @ 12:01 pm

bonfire

your love completes me,
as fire depends on its source;
interdependent

1/20/2006

New Year - New Look

Filed under: musing — rabbit @ 4:34 pm

Man At Work

WordPress 2.0 is out and I upgraded my blog engine today. The new editing and file up-load functionality were worth the work. They do styles and themes a bit different now however, and it would require a bit of coding to keep the same look and feel. I have been thinking about integrating the blog into my domain in a more coherent fashion anyway, so I think I will spend the time doing that, instead of trying to recapture the old look. A few things, such as archives and links (and the entire sidebar functionality really) will be inaccessable for a whlie in the interim. It should all work out nicely in the end though. Soon I’ll have the blog, wiki, etc. all working from the same template and functioning as a unified whole instead of looking and feeling like three different sites. Stay tuned for more…

1/16/2006

Topic is: Martin

Filed under: high.coup. — rabbit @ 9:04 am

Martin Luther King Jr.

the dream of one man;
a million men set marching,
illuminating

1/13/2006

Re: Palpable

Filed under: musing — rabbit @ 3:43 pm

The strangest things show up in my inbox at work:

Dyke them. I was always punctual at the office; at the Doctors too: trial supply, in some natures, the place of years, and I will be as predominantly experienced yet? But on Miss Mills observing, with despondency, mercenary, Mr. Copperfield - I mean, if you were more discreet and…

followed by the LOWEST PRICES ON EARTH for things guaranteed to make my dick hard.

*sigh*

Six days and counting of measurable rain…

1/9/2006

Filed under: high.coup. — rabbit @ 9:29 am

turntablist

shhh-shhh, shh-shh, pop;
right before the music starts
can you feel the groove?

1/7/2006

I Joined The Army!

Filed under: musing — rabbit @ 7:45 pm

Honda C70 Passport
The Moped Army that is. Being a practical Taurus I decided to go with something bulletproof, the most mass produced motor vehicle in history - the venerable Honda C70. What’s old is new again and now I have dependable and cheap transport to work and yoga. It gets 115 mpg so I can feel pretty good about not renewing the annual bus pass - sorry Metro but transferring twice a day is unfun. I should also gain at least 40 minutes of down time spent not on a bus per day. Weeeee… 6.2 hp never felt so fun!

1/2/2006

Topic is: New Year’s Eve

Filed under: high.coup. — rabbit @ 9:50 am

raindrop

rain on metal roof;
a white-noise generator
lulling me to sleep.

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