While horizontal this morning, I realized that I live in two modes. The first is one of striving and yearning for closure. The other is one of living, in contentment. The reward of work and the joy of home. I am not sure though if it is so much a differnetiation similar to Rinzai & Soto sects of Zen Buddhism, as much as Earlier and Later Heaven Pa Qua. I guess it's the balance of living necessarily in both Maya...

Early this week, my car got stuck going into a space here at the complex. The plow guy barely passed through the middle of the lot ONCE in 36 hours of snowing and drifting, so there's (still) a layer of packed snow and ice about 4 inches thick or more. Anyway, my back was already sore, and Merry shoveled around the tires to no avail, but it had to be pushed out -- by me. Bad decision. When I couldn't get off the...

I got together with a local engineer names Tian to do psuch hands this last Sunday morning. We met through MartialTalk.com. I don't think I've ever done anything on a Sunday morning other than church -- even my wife noted that. Anyway, we met in the community center at this apartment complex. He studied Hsing Yi and some other stuff and loves freestyle push hands. I got thrown around quite a bit more than I'm used...

We're starting to apoint the ceiling in the bedroom in anticipation of the eventual emergency of a queen bed sometime this year -- a long overdue upgrade in our lives, with the ancient frame threeatening to give, and soon. A few years after we moved here, my wife put up tiny sticker stars across the cieling, accented by smudges of glow-in-the-dark paint ... a smear of a comet near one corner of the room, the...

It's a feeling that crept upon me all day, and culminated in waking from a nap about my old house on Bellwood. The sights and sounds of the apartment -- the way it feels in it's dimentions and all -- are really comforting. I'm home. Not that Merry hasn't done everyhting to turn this into a home, but it always felt ... well ... like an apartment. The place I lived, albeit with the one I love. It's that undescribable...

After weeks of green holidays, it's finally blowing some white stuff around on and off. A few people couldn't make it for Little Christmas (about par for the course) but it was peaceful and pleasant like the rest of the season. Just a bit weird being above freezing all the time. It reminds me of the desert with it's lack of smells, although I've heard birds. I even heard flock of geese the other day, but didn't see...

http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2006/12/24/73147/897 (Came across them on a forum I belong to)