Why does it shock people that I have 4 children? Not sure but today it freaked me out. Wo, I have four little children who think I know stuff. I hope I measure up.. 4 x times the fun, 4 x the pressure, 4 x the pain, 4 x the personality, 4x teenagers, 4x…. oh dear.. Honey we have to talk….
Its an easy mistake to make but one I didn’t want to make. I put a unleaded petrol in a diesel engine. It’ll work for a bit I am told, but it has the potential to do alot of damage to an engine. Don’t do it. The fuel tank hole was bigger than usual, and the warning Diesel sticker was below the intake, I simply missed it. Fortunately I pull over as soon as I noticed something wasn’t right and recognised my mistake soon after that. I called a tow truck and $700 later I was back on the road… stupid. look for the signs.
Why is it so hard to buy a car? It’s because we have and expect high standards for what is within a limited budget.
Since when is leaning against a wall mean lazinessy, or putting your hands in your pockets? Since when does yawning constitute being bored?
While sitting on the beach yesterday with my 8 month old baby watching her reach out with her hands against the wind that blew up the beach, looked very much like she was trying to catch the wind. Innocently she opened and closed her hands, and moved with intent, all the while laughing and talking. She continued this for a while and only putting her onto the sand, did she stop and change focus.
It made me think that often catching the winds is real in most peoples lives. We reach out to grab “things” that we just don’t understand, we think that “things” can just come to us and are there for the taking. But in reality if the thing is simply an opportunity it may not be what it appears to be, it might not be ‘catchable’. Whilst it looked liked fun, catching the wind, those of us with the experience could see her attempts and we laughed. We knew she wouldn’t catch anything, but we let her do it anyway.
Most of life is like this, those with the experience simply let us fail in our own time and come to the conclusion on our own. But is that fair? How do we say to the child, its’ the wind, you can’t catch it. She doesn’t know what the wind is and yet she can’t see it, but wants to catch it anyway, maybe find out what it is. Is telling her to stop trying to catch the wind stoping her from developing? Could it create with in her the idea that she is a failure, it might I think if I continued to tell her what will fail. But then should I leave her to catch the wind and learn for herself?
I think it is it better to allow her to discover failure for herself, while guarding her against dangers that she cannot see. In this way she catch attempt to catch all the winds, but learn what is pointless and begin to narrow her opportunity selections.
The entrance of light can be through either a door or a window. But the window is better at letting in the light because it is always willing to do so. The door on the other hand, has to be opened and is by its very existence a closed entry. If I want light then I can go out by the door or sit by the window.
Light is by nature a straight traveller. It will pass through any that wants to allow such movement. A door is a dense object, thick and not at all transparent. (mostly. Why is a glass door called a door, when clearly it has all the properties a window, yet its disguised as a door)
A door is a security, it is protection and it is a closed entry. What are we keeping out? It isn’t the light, because we have windows. Interestingly the very things we want to keep out are people. These same people have doors too. All together we can claim that the humans have invented doors, to keep out the light.
Since light is what we crave, if we all gave up doors then we wouldn’t need windows. We could lay in the light all the day and went night comes we could sleep in the light of the moon and the stars.
What would we then have to fuss about? Its the doors, open the doors and the light will come in.
This last week I participated in some training for the new role I’ll start in March. Sitting in a classroom with various amounts of Hardware, touch panels and PC’s got me thinking about who’s reality are we living in. I asked the question from the instructor about matrixies, because we where creating if… then… statements and loops of instructions, how far can one ask an if… then… statement. He answered the sytem will allow up to 5 dimensions of statements. What? I know he was talking about arrays and data within data related to but contained within and yet mutually exclusive from the first, however I struggle to picture a 5th dimension of data.
Someone in the class pipped up and said, well there are 10 dimensions… ok.. not helpful but, cool. He even said there’s a video on the net about it. Imagining the 10th Dimension would take some explaining so here is the link, I’ll leave it to your imagination.
This got me thinking then what if… then realities. What if we are all immortal beings living in a mortal experience… then this mortality is not real. The immortally would be real. If the reality is that we are immortal then we must exist outside this reality we call mortality and therefore if we die then we continue to be immortal then we exist and if we exist then we must be thinkers and have consciousness otherwise we couldn’t consider that we are immortal…. On the other hand if we are only mortals living in a mortal experience then this reality ends at death. If it ends with our life being extinguished, then did we ever exist? If we did then we can only be immortal because of the memory continuing if the memory of our existence where to extinguish as soon as we died, then no one would feel grief or guilt, and since we do, then mortality cannot simply be the explanation of what reality this is.
If I am intelligent now, then I must have been capable of being intelligent before I became such. Its a stretch but I think I did exist before I was born and not because of a belief in God that I have, but because separatly it doesn’t add up to my mind that I exist now and not before nor after this life. I conclude that we are immortal beings having a mortal experience in a reality locked in a way that increases our intelligence and when it ends will continue in a different way than the first.
Australian Flag
Today is Australia day. It’s really one of my favourite days. I don’t get involved in a lot of festivities as is about, and whilst all the fireworks are legally controlled the only event is the 7:30 family fireworks one doesn’t want to miss. I think every country should celebrate its self. The girls presented me with some fake Australian Flag tattoos this morning saying that I had to wear one for Australia day. Typically I would have avoid putting on a tattoo however I have a theory; if a child sees things that I am doing, they will copy me. If I drink conscious numbing liquids or consume foul smelling toxic smoke then, I should expect that someday they will copy me and really its not right for a parent to say to a child, “do as I say not as I do”. The example of a parent is life long, so what impact does where a fake tattoo have on a child.
They are smart girls and they know they aren’t real. Their mother wisely suggested they put it tastefully on the upper arm, rather than on the face like a bogan. Its a special day after all. There was Australian Flag, T-Shirts & Hats, red white and blue liquids mixed together – just like mixing all the different people we have in this wide country, paid for downloaded the National Anthem (via Itunes) played it during breakfast.
Then is on the train to visit the grandparents and home again home again. The day has worn on and the festivities have ceased, off comes the fake tattoo, like taking down the decorations put up in the hall. Returning it all to normal and the sanctity of the body.
(Whilst the above image is from AUSFLAG a non profit group looking to help Austalians get a new flag; I like the Australian flag and hope it sticks around for years to come. I put the link here because I like some of the alternative designs.)Apparently it is a crime to stalk another person. I guess there has to be a sort of creepiness to the behaviour to attract the attention of the police, and probably a complaint on behalf of the stalked individual, but for the other 99% of the time I think people stalk each other a lot more than most are willing to admit. F’book has produced a lot of “stalkers”, those that want to keep a low profile and not be labelled badly seem to prefer “lurker”. It intrigues me that how many meanings seem to have opposite meanings than it did 50 years ago? A topic for another post maybe.
Before F’book people stalked by simply reading someone else’s web page, you couldn’t see who they were linked to or friends with or what groups they belonged, unless the web page creator but that information in an accessible fashion. I like this style and whilst it is very 90’s and I don’t mind that people read these random thoughts because its about me and no one else. Before Web Pages I am sure that people lurked nearby to over hear conversations, but I think that’s called ‘eavesdropping’, it was considered rude, without an apology. All these link though to gossip.
I just learn someone is pregnant. No big deal, but I heard it via someone with a F’book account. I don’t even know if the information is valid and apart from the approaching the person directly, which is the usual method of getting reliable information, how weird is it to walk up to someone and say, “Hey, I heard from someone with a F’book account, who saw a message on so-and-so’s account that you commented on and caught a message on that wall about how your having a baby, I don’t have a F’book account, but I know and congratulations”.
Each to their own, but I prefer my friends to talk to me and tell me themselves.
Christmas day was a fun day. Up late the night before wrapping the last of the childrens gifts and placing them under the tree. Putting to gether scooters and toys of all sizes is an expected skill of any father – even if you’ve never see it before, you have to put it together in less than a few hours. Then after the finishing touches are done and you and ‘mrs clause’ are sufficiently exhausted from all the preparations for the following day, off to bed at the reasonably silly hour of 11pm.
The following morning the children in their eagerness get up and begin checking out the gifts and like good girls they wait for everyone to wake before tearing open the wrapping paper and giggling with delight. This year we drove to the Sunshine Coast to visit the cousins. Good times, but straight after lunch its off to bed for a nap.
The following day, about the same time I napped again. Today I felt like napping again, but resisted. I’d like to nap. If I could incorporate a nap into my work day I think it would be rejuvanating. Surely the employer would benefit from their employee’s taking a nap during the lunch our, if only the desks could have a pillow and a curtin under them, I think I’d go for it.
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