I usually don’t have much time to just sit around and watch a movie more than once, but yesterday I watched the documentary “What the Bleep Do We Know?” again. Basically it’s about quantum physics and how our very thoughts can affect events and what happens to us. It’s worth a view. Really.
There was one section in the movie where a man said they did an experiment in D.C., a sort of psychic experiment, where they gathered a lot of people who came to the city, and just meditated on stopping the crime rate. It went down that year, 25 percent he said. Of course…that experiment was debunked on Youtube, and I think, it depends—on many things, whether you are a skeptic or not. CAN our thoughts tap into some kind of molecular universal force that will manifest outcomes? After all, Thomas Edison, who was no fool, tried to tap into it.
Some call it the “god” effect, and I must say, I’ve had some really strange thing happen in my life time, that could not have been mere coincidences. Millions of people have this happen to them everyday, but they don’t think about it much.
For instance, when I was 19, I had just started playing the drums, and I remember passing a hotel, one of the maybe 100 hotels in the city and I thought to myself, “Wow…if ONLY I could be good enough to get in a band and play there. Get out of dodge woman… you dream, I said to myself.” And then I forgot that thought completely.
Would you be surprised if I told you that just by random chance, within a month I had gotten a job with my first band, who just HAPPENED to get booked in their next job there by chance? Did I WISH that so much that somewhere in the quantum physics of the universe it just happened?
Coincidence? Or quantum physics at work? Or just that force we call God. What do YOU think?
To everyone who reads this blog: I just wanted to let you know I’m going to be out-of-town for a few days–It’s the last of summer here, and gas is the cheapest its been in a decade. I plan to get sunburned, float on a big raft down a cool river, and forget the world and all its problems.
I’ll be back to posting on Tuesday.
I hope everyone will have a great holiday (here in the States at least) –don’t labor too much, and drive carefully.
Until then, enjoy this lovely picture of the moon….see you on Tuesday!
Nobody Gets Email
This is such a delight…young Tanishq is a real joy to behold…..and the REASON he will do great things is because he has really smart parents.
What I liked about this little film, is that the professor brought up a great point: Genius gets put aside. There are so many programs for the ones who have trouble, but the really bright kids, get pushed aside by our school systems. They get bored. They drop out. A lot of them are not lucky enough to have such great parents.
Some big corporation already has eyes on this kid…
What a great story. Enjoy!
I had one of those really bad days,…..I left the house at ten am, and didn’t get home until well after midnight, due to my car breaking down, and me running around town trying to get it fixed before it kills me on the highway, and here I am thinking…
Should I write really meaningless stuff, that even I will be bored by because I’m so tired? After all, I have NO idea what damage Obama did to the country today, but if it’s like any other day…I need to give it my FULL attention, and since I’m wet, (from the rain) and tired…the answer I gave myself is:
You torture enough people.
Trust me, I do this because I really appreciate everyone who visits here daily.
In the words of the Terminator…”I’ll be back” ….shortly. After I get some sleep.
Tonight, or tomorrow.
She’s two. I can’t wait to see what she will be doing at four.
Mensa is probably already sending her postcards.
Nobody Flashes On a Sunday
I thought this Nature Valley commercial sent a message that was so much more to think about— than an energy bar.
Video games ARE addicting. They have done studies on the effects of the brain. While they do improve some brain functions, too much is not a good thing.
Go by any park, and the baseball lots are empty…all the kids are inside playing video games.
I don’t know about you, but our parents told us to “go outside and play” and we were outside playing, building forts, making up games, exploring the woods..until the last rays of the sun. The LAST thing we wanted to do was to go inside…and be with boring mom and dad.
Back then, it was safer. Back then, kids learn independence. Solitude. The wonder of God, the universe, bugs, animals…the wonder of the world.
Still…listen to these kids. Sad.
These are the kids who will BEG for someone to wire their brains directly to the web.
And the developers are working on that right now.
Makes you glad you grew up when you did, doesn’t it?
Nobody Gets Email
Hey! We made it to the weekend! And that means…Nobody gets out of her gloomy self and posts uplifting and fun stuff…like this:
Diver puts a GoPro camera on a Hammerhead shark, and you get to see the ocean from the shark’s view. I’d say, he lives in a better neighborhood than me.
Beautiful. Those GoPro camera’s are amazing.
(Thanks to Kim Komando)
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This little four-year-old girl’s first aerobatics flight was such a joy to watch. What a great laugh.
Lucky Dad…. Lucky little girl. And smart. Dad will have her flying that plane in no time.
(Thanks to Kim Komando)
Have a great Father’s Day all you great dads! Hopefully, somebody will mow the lawn for YOU!
Forget the world..these are GREAT pictures…
Drudge had this posted yesterday…Triple Crown winner American Pharoah!
And rich or poor, royalty or not…these picture of Prince George and his new little sister are all too familiar to every single mom and dad who ever had children…Let’s hope they both grow up to always love one another.
“It’s no use.” Ruth said, as she came inside the public bathroom after our swim at the local pool.
“You’re STILL ugly, and you always will be!”
I was combing my wet hair out, and her comment stung me to the core. I had only been introduced to Ruth that day…and I was the new ‘girl’ at the adult swim class. I loved to swim, and thought it would be a good thing to join up. Most of the woman, were older than me, and had been swimming at noon, every day in summer, for a good twenty years. She said it with such seriousness, I could only assume that she meant it. Did I take it wrong? No, I told myself, this woman really hates me for some reason.
What did I do wrong?—I thought to myself— I tried so hard to be nice to everyone, introducing myself, and everyone was nice, but this Ruth lady. She looked mean. She talked mean to me—always throwing insults at me. No matter how hard I tried to talk to her, she ignored me or insulted me.
“Oh, that’s just Ruth” said the other women. “She’s just like that.”
One night I was telling my husband, how bad I felt. “Why does she say such mean things? ” I decided to stay away from her. I started to REALLY dislike her. She was sort of the silent leader of the cocoon ladies of the pool.
And then one day, she said to me…”Do you want to read a book?”
Out of the blue. “Sure! I said.” And she brought me the story of Dresden, her home town. How it was during WWII. It was an old book, one that was out of print years ago. From Wikipedia:
The bombing of Dresden was an American and British attack on the city of Dresden, the capital of the German state of Saxony, that took place in the final months of the Second World War in the European Theatre. In four raids between 13 and 15 February 1945, 722 heavy bombers of the British Royal Air Force (RAF) and 527 of the United States Army Air Forces (USAAF) dropped more than 3,900 tons of high-explosive bombs and incendiary devices on the city. The bombing and the resulting firestorm destroyed over 1,600 acres (6.5 km2) of the city centre. An estimated 22,700 to 25,000 people were killed. Three more USAAF air raids followed, two occurring on 2 March and 17 April aimed at the city’s railroad marshaling yard and one small raid on 17 April aimed at industrial areas.
After I had read the book, I asked her about it. She went on to describe the day the bombs fell in Dresden. When the allies destroyed the whole city. They had heard the bombs dropping when she and her mother and sister were in the kitchen. Her father worked at the railroad station, loading food and guns for Hitler’s army, so he wasn’t home. They ran out the back door of her house, and when they turned around they watched not only their house go up in flames, but the whole city block. Fire was everywhere. She was 16. She had only the clothes on her back—so they ran, and ran, and she was told to go find her father at the railroad station by her mother. She never saw her mother or sister again.
That was one swim day’s conversation….I couldn’t wait to hear more.
And then she stopped. Like bits and pieces of a puzzle, she left out pieces…her story would stop. As if, the memories were too painful. Later on I learned that she had a friend that roamed with her through the streets, trying to find food… but then, the Russians came in. And every woman they saw, they raped. And they raped you in the most horrible way. Two men would hold on to your arms, and two men would hold your legs, and hold you up against a wall…and take turns. I’m not sure how many times Ruth was raped, but the anger…was still there.
The Russians took her and her girlfriend to a far off Russian prison camp. She said it was in Russia, so she had to walk, and it was cold, and their feet froze, and she had a coat, but no more. She said they were in the prison for a good six months, but they ‘dug’ their way out. Under the dirt. It took them a long time to dig the hole, and they dug it with their fingernails…but they got out and walked back to Dresden to look for her dad.
She found her dad. He was still at the station, but the trains were destroyed.
When they got back to Germany, she said the allies MADE all the German people pick up the dead Jews and carry them to their graves. She had to write all the numbers on all the arms. It was some of the hardest work she had ever done, and she had to do it day after day, she said.
That’s all she said that day…the next day, I asked her about her husband.—Who had died years before.
“How did you two meet?” I asked.
“He just saw me one day…he was an American Soldier, and he was Italian. ”
She told me how far he would come just to see her. Whenever he got a day off, he’d drive out to meet her, and she said she always dressed very proper. She wore white gloves, and her best Sunday dress every time he came.
Her father PUSHED her to marry this young American. Her father wanted her to live in America…so she did.
She lived happily here…had a son, and a grandson. She taught swimming at the local pool. She became an American citizen…but I could tell, at heart…she was still a German. She still thought the Jews caused the war, and she still admired Hitler…go figure. And she was convinced there WAS no god.
Who could blame her? My god. Who could blame her? I’m sure the few things she told me were just the tip of the misery she endured.
After I gave her the book back, she didn’t talk anymore about the war.
She talked about her current boyfriend…and how he had a ranch with horses, and they would stay in the same hotel room and she didn’t care what people thought…they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
I saw them once, drive pass my house. He was in his nineties, and she was driving…and they were just adorable. Ruth was 85. They looked so perfectly cute together, and she talked about him all the time.
As each summer came and went, we started to talk more. We talked about many things, but mostly I just admired her outlook. She walked every single morning, and swam, and belonged to a music group who got together and played each other songs. She kept busy.
They’d learn a new song every week in her music class. Her biggest pride was her $50,000 organ sitting in her living room. Learning to play, “To Dream the Impossible Dream” was a big challenge for her.
The swim ladies don’t keep in touch over the winter, but last winter, I called her before Christmas–bad news: Her boyfriend had died. She had fallen in her home. Got a big gash on her head and broke her arm in three places. When I went to see her, she looked defeated. She couldn’t put up her Christmas tree. It was just too sad. I would have done it for her, but I kept thinking…where is this family of hers? Where is her son?
The death of her boyfriend did what the Russians couldn’t do…break her spirit. After all…she lived alone. So, I went to see her again in March. She sounded so upbeat…she said she was driving again, and going back to her music lessons, and going to parties…she sounded fine. No…she sounded great!
And so, when I’d heard she died in April, and didn’t show up at the first day of adult swim, it was…the feeling that you always get: I should have gone more often to see her…I should have this, I should have that…but now, it’s too late. Oh Ruth.
One of the ladies, (Chloe) who had been her friend for over twenty year came today. She didn’t even know that Ruth had died.
It was the only thing she looked forward to…because she was taking care of her husband who had Alzheimer’s ..but he had bought her a pool pass because he AWAYS remembered, how much she loved to see Ruth. She is…88. She is not going to ride her bike anymore because her doctor told her that older people who break bones, usually die within 6 months….and Ruth just proved the theory now, didn’t she?
You know, we all think life in America is so bad, but Americans have never had to go through what Ruth went through, and what many people are going through right now all over the world.
To hear some idiot complain that some business refused to bake them a cake, or some feminist whining that their company didn’t want to pay for their contraceptives, …it makes you wonder….what in the hell happened to people? Don’t they realize just how good they have it?
I’m so glad God introduced Ruth into my life. She was brave, smart, confident, and lived life as it should be lived…to the fullest each day. Ruth made me appreciate MY life more. What a great gift.
I will miss her. To me, she was a real somebody. She might not have believed in God, but God believed in her, and I was so lucky that he shared her a little bit with me.
I don’t think it has really hit me yet. …you know how that goes.
Now, that painful memory of her calling me “ugly” is now….one of my most favorites of my life. And she was right: Her kind of beauty I could only hope for, and I could never even come close to.
Funny, isn’t it?
The best of news…..
Okay. I admit it. I gave myself a few more days of “rest” from writing, which is always a good thing to anyone who writes everyday I think. I want to thank the readers who sent prayers for my family during this last week: We are home now, and everything is pretty much back to normal except for lifestyle changes which have to be made.
To explain my panic, my husband has an inherited blood disorder called Protein S Deficiency Factor 5 Leiden: These are two separate issues:
Factor V Leiden thrombophilia is an inherited disorder of blood clotting. Factor V Leiden is the name of a specific gene mutation that results in thrombophilia, which is an increased tendency to form abnormal blood clots that can block blood vessels.
People with factor V Leiden thrombophilia have a higher than average risk of developing a type of blood clot called a deep venous thrombosis (DVT). DVTs occur most often in the legs, although they can also occur in other parts of the body, including the brain, eyes, liver, and kidneys. Factor V Leiden thrombophilia also increases the risk that clots will break away from their original site and travel through the bloodstream. These clots can lodge in the lungs, where they are known as pulmonary emboli. Although factor V Leiden thrombophilia increases the risk of blood clots, only about 10 percent of individuals with the factor V Leiden mutation ever develop abnormal clots
Okay…so not so bad..BUT…he also has the only other blood clotting disorder called Protein S. Deficiency:
Protein S Deficiency (PSD) is a rare blood disorder that affects just a few thousand people worldwide. It is one of several known risk factors for thrombophilia and can increase the risk of blood clots such as Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) and Pulmonary Embolism (PE).
AND he has lived with a blood clot in his leg..(one of the many he has had) for over four years, which we were warned could break away any time. Add to that, is the fact that he is allergic to Kumindin, and had to experiment with other blood thinners. We never know when something might happen. He is on one of the many blood thinners that you see on TV everyday…you know, the ones where you could DIE any second so please contact our lawyers types?
The good news: He is okay now, and besides a lot of bad hospital food, he has found out he cannot drink his favorite Mountain Dew anymore, or indulge in his other daily favorite vice…Twinkies.
So—small a sacrifice..in the scheme of the universe–it means–Your prayers worked! Thank you! Not that this couldn’t happen again in the future, it’s just nice to know, he’s okay for now.
On another short note: I have to tell a few stories from the hospital. (Of course I do.)
I was in the hospital room when one of the technicians came rolling in with a big machine to do an ultrasound on the blood vessels to his brain. As I watched in amazement at the huge monitor, I asked her how long it took to learn to operate the machine:
“A year and a half,” she said. “but you must have a Bachelor’s Degree first.”
As we got to talking I found out she was from Iran.
“You know,” I said, “People all over the world think Americans are fat and lazy…but..we are NOT lazy.”
“Yes, I know that.” She said. She then told me how people in Iran, worked until early afternoon than took long afternoon breaks..and some of them would go back to work later, but their work days were short.
“Is it true about the people?” I asked.” “Do they agree with the Mullahs?”
“Right” I said. “Obama was no help.”
She shook her head, sadly, in agreement.
And then she talked about how hard she had to work–she had two jobs. She worked at a bank part-time and at the hospital part- time. She and her husband, who was from Mexico, were struggling, and they had a little boy.
His parents were doctors in Mexico, but he did not follow in their footsteps…he was home. Perhaps unemployed, but she didn’t say. She was so proud of him because he just lost 40 pounds when he found out he was a diabetic by exercising. She wanted to exercise with him, but just could not find the time.
The reason I bring this up, is that I thought it strange that with all her education, the hospital had her on part- time. The hospital did….as a whole… seem empty.
Still worrying about my husband, I had to come home to feed the dogs that first night. After that was done, I went to my neighbor’s house to ask if she could give me a lift to my husband’s car, which he had left at work. My neighbor is in her early sixties, and she works at the local church, so I knew she would help.
In her living room was her grandson, who was graduating from Law school. The money he owned from law school was $200,0000, and he was trying to figure out how he was going to pay it off while setting up a house and starting his new job, and he couldn’t see how he was going to do it.
He expects to make $300,000 a year—– someday.
And I can’t help but wonder, will that day come? Or, will we fat and lazy Americans become more like Iran, and Europe, and work part-time, making less and less, and doing with less and less?
Some say, someday—- is already here.
So, what did I learn from the last week?
Stay out of hospitals…and someone please tell Obama: Fox News is being shown in the ER. All…Day….long! :)
He has a rare blood disorder …I won’t go into it except to say, for the next couple of days I will probably take a break from posting as I will be spending all my time at the hospital with him.
Any prayers you care to throw our way will be appreciated. I will know. I just will.
Sometimes…life sends us long faces…doesn’t she?
In the meantime, hold down the Nobody fort.
And thank you again….for your understanding.