Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
This is the all-important question that drives the dialogue of my current (re)-reading. How does one define quality? Try to answer the question yourself, and you may find an impasse. We all KNOW what quality is, but try and define it and it becomes elusive.
I know that quality is now. I know that quality is a trait used in comparison, but also that it is not necessary to have the lesser in order to appreciate the greater.
Some things just are quality things...all by themselves. This view of Sean on his bike is the highest quality view on earth. THIS time, the time spent following behind the little man in the yellow vest as he decides which direction to go and at what speed we shall travel...THIS is the best quality of life.
Maybe you believe my finding to be of little significance to your own vision of quality. If so, then you are correct. What happens to be the highest quality of your own existence? How do you define quality? I'd actually love to know.
You know what quality is, and you seek it. You aim for quality, and you are sad and depressed and unfulfilled when it is absent from your life. Everyone needs quality.
I'm following mine.
An old fable passed on orally: As soon as he died, Juan found himself in a very beautiful place, surrounded by the comfort and beauty that he had dreamt of. A person dressed in white came up: ‘you have the right to whatever you want: any food, pleasure, fun”, he said.
Delighted, Juan did everything he had dreamt of during life. After many years of pleasures, he looked for the person in white:
“I’ve already done everything I wanted to”, he said. “Now I need some work, to feel useful”.
“I’m very sorry”, said the person in white, “but this is the only thing that I cannot get for you. Here there is no work”.
“To spend eternity dying of tedium? I would prefer a thousand times to be in hell!”
The person in white came up, and said in a low voice:
“Where do you think you are?”
Monday, March 26, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Babymama stepped out of her comfort zone and had the venison chops with huckleberries, and I had a wonderful pork tenderloin. We split some strawberry crepes for dessert and headed off to less exciting events. I just love the occasional splurge on a really fine meal.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Kawamoto, one of Japan's richest men, said he planned to open eight of his 22 Kahala homes to needy Hawaiian families. They will be able to stay in the homes for up to 10 years, he said.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Yesterday I happened upon the following footnote regarding one of my favorite California authors:
In his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, Steinbeck asserted that any writer "who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature."
I want to take it a step further and say that any man that does not believe in such perfectibility has no place in my space. Click the title for more on one of my personal fave's.
Monday, March 19, 2007
From there it was back to the Imperial for Irish Car Bombs and joviality, and then on to a lovely family dinner at my brother-in-law's house. We celebrated several birthday's that evening, and he uncorked a 12-year-old bottle of Jameson just for me. I absolutely love this family, and always feel lucky to be a part of it. As you can see, they are all beautiful. My mother-in-law volunteered to babysit after dinner so that my wife and I could wrap up a fun-filled St. Paddy's day together, doing what the Irish do on that day.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
The Imperial Bar and Lounge (or maybe it's just called the Imperial, I'm not sure), is tough. I mean this in a good way. It's well-rehabbed brick exterior, it's exposed steel trusses, it's concrete bar and leather chairs, it's nana wall window, it's black-shirt clad staff, it's menu, it's new streetwise-king-of-the-hill rep (after being soft-open over the weekend), it's dialed-in owners, and yes, even it's black imperial parked out front on the East side of Arlington between 1st and 2nd streets...it's all fucking tough. I love the place.
As my brother said, "I think we have ourselves a new headquarters."
Pardon the cameraphone snaps, but please look closely and note the Pabst tap tucked stubbornly amoungst it's high-brow counterparts. Perfect.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Hey, whatever floats your boat.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
"I wish you the best of times, robust health of loved ones, and prosperity that allows you to enrich the souls of others."
Thanks, Sandy. That's actually exaclty what I want.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Saturday, March 3, 2007
I did decide, for the time being, to keep one little piece of the tagger's display. I hope they come back and see it some time. I doubt they will know what it means.