Cuckoo Log:
Meds: O.D.’ed… yesterday had ms. AK in a vicious rage, and she insisted on me taking the entire stash of seroquel xr that I had. It was a truly amazing feeling to take 200 mg., and try to stay up… Tour d’ Force…
Top 11 thoughts of the day:
1. Had a breakfast chat with an old high school friend. He is a Harvard alumnus. He is totally chill, and honest to a fault. I just wonder sometimes what life is like when you create this false sense of “success”… Harvard and all… shouldn’t he be the president of some lesser known country by now?
2. When I talk to an old friend from my college days… I wonder why in heavens name is he living in the UK? His answer… healthcare for his children…
3. Why do I love women who scream? My mom was a screamer… It’s nice to be in a familiar space as an adult.
4. Not to judge people is one of my new year’s resolutions.
5. Typing with my eyes closed… I feel so much more energy and mental capacity in use…
6. The times I spend alone, are some of the most rewarding times now. I used to avoid being alone at all times… for those were the times I was most destructive.
7. A squirrel is capable of changing your lifestyle.
8. Many, Great, Wonderful… these words should be used only for special occasions.
9. Take your foot of the gas pedal. Give CONTROL to somebody, something else… Use the FORCE…
10. Make me happy, make me sad… but please oh please… don’t ignore me…
11. It is the small things that make a big difference… My new cordless keyboard for example, has just changed the way I think of fatigue and typing in general…
Friday, December 31, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
I will give you my teeth when I grow up...
Parents have problems... Children have problems... The fun thing about life is that we are always trying to figure out somebody else's issues.
1. My son is often asked, what he wants to be when he grows up... His answer yesterday was... "I want to be a dentist, to fix mommy's teeth". "I will take my teeth and give them to mommy". AND, I want to be an allergist... I'm going to fix Daddy's allergy to cats...
2. My daughter I believe still wants to be either a rocker, a dancer, or an allergist... Trivial but fun.
3. I wanted to be "Captain America"... (age 6, yet the dream holds eternally)
4. My wife wanted to be a pre-school teacher in Japan. (the USA children are too rambunctious for her taste).
5. My father wanted to be an inventor...
All in all... Dreams are the framework for life.
Life long and prosper...
Keep dreaming!
ymjk
1. My son is often asked, what he wants to be when he grows up... His answer yesterday was... "I want to be a dentist, to fix mommy's teeth". "I will take my teeth and give them to mommy". AND, I want to be an allergist... I'm going to fix Daddy's allergy to cats...
2. My daughter I believe still wants to be either a rocker, a dancer, or an allergist... Trivial but fun.
3. I wanted to be "Captain America"... (age 6, yet the dream holds eternally)
4. My wife wanted to be a pre-school teacher in Japan. (the USA children are too rambunctious for her taste).
5. My father wanted to be an inventor...
All in all... Dreams are the framework for life.
Life long and prosper...
Keep dreaming!
ymjk
hey dude... what are you thinking?
December 20, 2010:
It’s Christmas time:
To those who care…
Rules of the day:
1. Good/real relationships are worth much more than gold
2. The value of Christmas is about giving of yourself (your time and energy). No gift is worth more than your presence.
3. Kids don’t want expensive things. They want to camp in any space they are. My son spent a night sleeping on his “Transformers” inflatable mattress and loved it.
4. I am a S!@r$%^&s-aholic. You know why? Because they are coffee geeks. Be a geek and be proud of anything that you are proud of.
5. My pastor at my church is one really cool cat… He is Mr. MN. He has made some really creative Christmas cards in his life… (that’s what his pastor dad requests for Christmas).
6. I was born to share. I don’t know what it means to be “normal”… To me not responding to my “Good Morning” is a serious party foul, but only half the people who I say “Good Morning”.
7. I am wearing a red red fleece. It represents NJ’s state school… Rutgers… To me it represents… “REALLY”??? How can so many people be so proud of their school, and not even clean their car up… AKA, I have a really messy car…
8. Getting what I want has always been too straight forward… (calling people up and paying them). Make your PnP, (Pursuit and Passion) as complicated and difficult as you humanly can.
9. Being a megalomaniac is par for the course, and my biggest blessing and curse. Don’t expect to be cool if you can’t think you’re the center of the world…
10. Children are the fun/mission of my life. I’m on this planet to make their lives a little bit better.
11. 11 is prime! If you forgot what a prime number is… look it up!
be well, stay cozy,
ymjk
It’s Christmas time:
To those who care…
Rules of the day:
1. Good/real relationships are worth much more than gold
2. The value of Christmas is about giving of yourself (your time and energy). No gift is worth more than your presence.
3. Kids don’t want expensive things. They want to camp in any space they are. My son spent a night sleeping on his “Transformers” inflatable mattress and loved it.
4. I am a S!@r$%^&s-aholic. You know why? Because they are coffee geeks. Be a geek and be proud of anything that you are proud of.
5. My pastor at my church is one really cool cat… He is Mr. MN. He has made some really creative Christmas cards in his life… (that’s what his pastor dad requests for Christmas).
6. I was born to share. I don’t know what it means to be “normal”… To me not responding to my “Good Morning” is a serious party foul, but only half the people who I say “Good Morning”.
7. I am wearing a red red fleece. It represents NJ’s state school… Rutgers… To me it represents… “REALLY”??? How can so many people be so proud of their school, and not even clean their car up… AKA, I have a really messy car…
8. Getting what I want has always been too straight forward… (calling people up and paying them). Make your PnP, (Pursuit and Passion) as complicated and difficult as you humanly can.
9. Being a megalomaniac is par for the course, and my biggest blessing and curse. Don’t expect to be cool if you can’t think you’re the center of the world…
10. Children are the fun/mission of my life. I’m on this planet to make their lives a little bit better.
11. 11 is prime! If you forgot what a prime number is… look it up!
be well, stay cozy,
ymjk
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday AM thoughts...
December 19, 2010:
Cuckoo log:
Meds: none
Physical activity: does shopping count?
Thoughts: calm…
Let me say this people… I am watching a preview for a movie called, “How do you know”, starring Reese Witherspoon. She is a great southern gal. I’m a great southern guy… What the heck does that suppose to mean? It’s like this…
1. I spent the better part of 7 years in Atlanta, GA.
2. I am a fan… a fan of people… almost all people
3. Losing an icon, (he is retired now), like Larry King… it is a point of departure, and a great time of renewal.
4. On a not so bright note… please look up two folks on Wikipedia… Yoshihiro Hattori and Vincent Chin.
5. What and how in heaven’s name do people like these go forgotten by us Asian-Americans. Injustice? Inhumanity? Dysfunction? All of it…
What you need to understand is that I’m not bitter. What you have to understand is I am very proud of being who I am. Be proud, be outspoken, be humble, be crazy, be honest… It’s all part of growth, pursuit and passion…
Be well, time for church,
ymjk
Cuckoo log:
Meds: none
Physical activity: does shopping count?
Thoughts: calm…
Let me say this people… I am watching a preview for a movie called, “How do you know”, starring Reese Witherspoon. She is a great southern gal. I’m a great southern guy… What the heck does that suppose to mean? It’s like this…
1. I spent the better part of 7 years in Atlanta, GA.
2. I am a fan… a fan of people… almost all people
3. Losing an icon, (he is retired now), like Larry King… it is a point of departure, and a great time of renewal.
4. On a not so bright note… please look up two folks on Wikipedia… Yoshihiro Hattori and Vincent Chin.
5. What and how in heaven’s name do people like these go forgotten by us Asian-Americans. Injustice? Inhumanity? Dysfunction? All of it…
What you need to understand is that I’m not bitter. What you have to understand is I am very proud of being who I am. Be proud, be outspoken, be humble, be crazy, be honest… It’s all part of growth, pursuit and passion…
Be well, time for church,
ymjk
Saturday, December 18, 2010
end of an era... and who would have guessed...?
December 18, 2010:
Today’s thoughts:
1. End of an era… Larry King is signing off… After 25 years he is done being on CNN. He sure knew how to ‘get the in’ I would love that sort of access. He was a sort of proctologist through words, and no surgery…
2. Chavez passes a law that he can make laws by decree. Can you imagine… Hey my mom cook(s),(ed) the best food in the world. I am going to make her a national hero for culinary arts.
3. Why is it so important to have “somewhere to sleep”. I have been blessed with abundance, and have never had such a problem. I think the notion of couch surfing, (www.couchsurfing.org) is a very unique and interesting way to sustain the “I need somewhere to sleep” thought.
4. It’s not funny, nor fun being or trying to be funny. It’s the perception and disconnect, pain and suffering that it inflicts that makes this position interesting.
5. I’ve got to EMP today… (Early Morning Prayer)… I love the ability to just do a ‘brain fart’ unload all my mental diarrhea through a few minutes of intense prayer/meditation. I’m not a very holy person, nor am I a very church person. I do the things that I do because I can. Not necessarily because I want to. I’m fat because I want to be fat… “I’m not fat… I’m husky”… www.fluffyguy.com.
Today’s thoughts:
1. End of an era… Larry King is signing off… After 25 years he is done being on CNN. He sure knew how to ‘get the in’ I would love that sort of access. He was a sort of proctologist through words, and no surgery…
2. Chavez passes a law that he can make laws by decree. Can you imagine… Hey my mom cook(s),(ed) the best food in the world. I am going to make her a national hero for culinary arts.
3. Why is it so important to have “somewhere to sleep”. I have been blessed with abundance, and have never had such a problem. I think the notion of couch surfing, (www.couchsurfing.org) is a very unique and interesting way to sustain the “I need somewhere to sleep” thought.
4. It’s not funny, nor fun being or trying to be funny. It’s the perception and disconnect, pain and suffering that it inflicts that makes this position interesting.
5. I’ve got to EMP today… (Early Morning Prayer)… I love the ability to just do a ‘brain fart’ unload all my mental diarrhea through a few minutes of intense prayer/meditation. I’m not a very holy person, nor am I a very church person. I do the things that I do because I can. Not necessarily because I want to. I’m fat because I want to be fat… “I’m not fat… I’m husky”… www.fluffyguy.com.
Friday, December 17, 2010
7 thoughts and quotes for the day...
December 17, 2010:
Cuckoo log:
Meds: None
Physical Activity: Minimal
Thoughts: Pretty calm, life is beautiful…
BEING VAGUE AND DISJOINTED IS SOMETHING I DO VERY WELL... BE FOREWARNED!!!
As most people may know… I’ve been very privileged most of my life… Life is good.
So how does this all work? You know, I hear people tell me stuff like…
1. I’ve worked for this so hard, and you could f**k it up… You are just out there
2. Why don’t you care? It’s because you’ve always had money
3. So what are you going to be when your father dies?
4. They stole it…
5. Just like **** (my first name) but bigger
6. Bye daddy
7. What’s your schedule for today?
Explanation of #1: Okay people… this is how each of these scenarios panned out, and happened. There is a comedian that lives one of the buildings that my family manages. He’s Mr. AM. He’s a mid or late 30’s black male. Quite honestly, if you saw him in a dark alley, most people would run. I like having “questionable” judgment when it comes to choosing the people around me. Tenants included.
Explanation of #2: A barista/friend at the neighborhood S@#$b&*(s is saying something to me. It’s about working to survive and working to make money. I refute these notions all day and every day for the fact that you can choose this not to be your fate/destiny. Yes money is a fountain of choices and a source of “the feeling of accomplishment”… but remember, most SAHM, (Stay At Home Mothers) are the most incredible people around, and they don’t get ‘paid’ for most of their efforts and stress.
Explanation of #3: My simple answer to having many blessings and living the “American Dream” is that we are all lucky. We are all blessed. My answer to this is… “be rich”… but my answer is decide to be bold/simple/generous. Wealth and riches are from within, and not just what others see/feel.
Explanation of #4: I am at my highly recommended mechanic yesterday tending to some issues on my wife’s vehicle. I told him that all of my washer fluid simply leaked out of the reservoir. After a bit of examination, it was discovered that someone stole my washer fluid pump. My washer fluid pump… what are the chances of that?
Explanation of #5: The folks around me were playing the board game “taboo”… the word to describe was “sumo wrestler”… just like “****” but fatter… everyone knew… laughs for all…
Explanation of #6: This happens when my daughter is off for school. It’s not very common that I bring her to school. But let me just say… Highly valued, and under-utilized… That is what a parent’s presence is… To all the bread winners who read this… When’s the last time you took your small child(ren) to school? Walk them… enjoy them… It’s the toughest ‘job’ in the world… but the only one worth dying for…
Explanation of #7: This is the way my boss/father/mentor/counselor calls and asks me “what the hell are you going to do today”? I think it’s a very politically correct way to check in on your grown child. I doubt that there are any seniors who read this blog, so I suppose it’s sort of a out of place thought, but I think it’s really poetic that a parent’s desire/love for their children is literally one of the strongest bonds/emotions on earth…
To this end, I would like to say… I don’t know what I will be doing for the rest of my life, let alone today. I read something this morning… I liked it… Digest this…
We can choose to be P.O.E. (planned, organized, executed) effectively. Get your ducks in order, and make whatever you wish happen. I request that this sort of methodology used everyday in schools around the world. I think it’s a basic problem solving method that really simplifies and focuses on the seriously important thoughts…
Live long, live well,
ymjk
Cuckoo log:
Meds: None
Physical Activity: Minimal
Thoughts: Pretty calm, life is beautiful…
BEING VAGUE AND DISJOINTED IS SOMETHING I DO VERY WELL... BE FOREWARNED!!!
As most people may know… I’ve been very privileged most of my life… Life is good.
So how does this all work? You know, I hear people tell me stuff like…
1. I’ve worked for this so hard, and you could f**k it up… You are just out there
2. Why don’t you care? It’s because you’ve always had money
3. So what are you going to be when your father dies?
4. They stole it…
5. Just like **** (my first name) but bigger
6. Bye daddy
7. What’s your schedule for today?
Explanation of #1: Okay people… this is how each of these scenarios panned out, and happened. There is a comedian that lives one of the buildings that my family manages. He’s Mr. AM. He’s a mid or late 30’s black male. Quite honestly, if you saw him in a dark alley, most people would run. I like having “questionable” judgment when it comes to choosing the people around me. Tenants included.
Explanation of #2: A barista/friend at the neighborhood S@#$b&*(s is saying something to me. It’s about working to survive and working to make money. I refute these notions all day and every day for the fact that you can choose this not to be your fate/destiny. Yes money is a fountain of choices and a source of “the feeling of accomplishment”… but remember, most SAHM, (Stay At Home Mothers) are the most incredible people around, and they don’t get ‘paid’ for most of their efforts and stress.
Explanation of #3: My simple answer to having many blessings and living the “American Dream” is that we are all lucky. We are all blessed. My answer to this is… “be rich”… but my answer is decide to be bold/simple/generous. Wealth and riches are from within, and not just what others see/feel.
Explanation of #4: I am at my highly recommended mechanic yesterday tending to some issues on my wife’s vehicle. I told him that all of my washer fluid simply leaked out of the reservoir. After a bit of examination, it was discovered that someone stole my washer fluid pump. My washer fluid pump… what are the chances of that?
Explanation of #5: The folks around me were playing the board game “taboo”… the word to describe was “sumo wrestler”… just like “****” but fatter… everyone knew… laughs for all…
Explanation of #6: This happens when my daughter is off for school. It’s not very common that I bring her to school. But let me just say… Highly valued, and under-utilized… That is what a parent’s presence is… To all the bread winners who read this… When’s the last time you took your small child(ren) to school? Walk them… enjoy them… It’s the toughest ‘job’ in the world… but the only one worth dying for…
Explanation of #7: This is the way my boss/father/mentor/counselor calls and asks me “what the hell are you going to do today”? I think it’s a very politically correct way to check in on your grown child. I doubt that there are any seniors who read this blog, so I suppose it’s sort of a out of place thought, but I think it’s really poetic that a parent’s desire/love for their children is literally one of the strongest bonds/emotions on earth…
To this end, I would like to say… I don’t know what I will be doing for the rest of my life, let alone today. I read something this morning… I liked it… Digest this…
We can choose to be P.O.E. (planned, organized, executed) effectively. Get your ducks in order, and make whatever you wish happen. I request that this sort of methodology used everyday in schools around the world. I think it’s a basic problem solving method that really simplifies and focuses on the seriously important thoughts…
Live long, live well,
ymjk
Blessings and trials...
Helping one person, seems like such a challenge... But helping a community, a city, a society should be deemed any easier?
Blessings and hopes for a wonderful holiday,
JK
Blessings and hopes for a wonderful holiday,
JK
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
your thoughts...
Cuckoo log:
Meds: 25 mg of Seroquel
Physical activity: Minimal
PnP (Pursuit n Passion): not a whole lot, did get an email sent out for my MB project…
All in all today is going to be a fun morning. It will be a joyous day because my little monster will be doing a performance in her school. I am almost looking forward to it… I’m in a state of ‘haze’ at the moment thanks to my AAP, (atypical antipsychotic). What I need to share are volumes of trivialities that really strike a cord in me. Just yesterday, I helped out a long time friend who told me that Mr. AB is a second cousin. My friend is an older gentleman, and was pitched the concept of Apple computer back in 1978.
Was I saying another day that most of the acronyms in my experience are 3 letter acronyms? I think so…
For the day, and for the moment… the acronym thanks to GWL, (Great Wolf Lodge), the saying is… AFR (Accidental Fecal Release) happens…
So folks, please send me your favorite acronyms. They are such a hoot. I know in the military acronyms are everywhere… I’d like to just highlight a few a day, or make sure that everyone is on the same page… Chat acronyms are too good to pass up, but they are everywhere.
My best acronym for all of this chaos of the holiday season are:
TIE: Take It Easy
DWBH: Don’t Worry Be Happy
SYD: Smile You Douchebag
Be well, and enjoy your day… It’s cold out there… I had to jump start my wife’s car this morning.
ttys, (talk to you soon)
ymjk
Meds: 25 mg of Seroquel
Physical activity: Minimal
PnP (Pursuit n Passion): not a whole lot, did get an email sent out for my MB project…
All in all today is going to be a fun morning. It will be a joyous day because my little monster will be doing a performance in her school. I am almost looking forward to it… I’m in a state of ‘haze’ at the moment thanks to my AAP, (atypical antipsychotic). What I need to share are volumes of trivialities that really strike a cord in me. Just yesterday, I helped out a long time friend who told me that Mr. AB is a second cousin. My friend is an older gentleman, and was pitched the concept of Apple computer back in 1978.
Was I saying another day that most of the acronyms in my experience are 3 letter acronyms? I think so…
For the day, and for the moment… the acronym thanks to GWL, (Great Wolf Lodge), the saying is… AFR (Accidental Fecal Release) happens…
So folks, please send me your favorite acronyms. They are such a hoot. I know in the military acronyms are everywhere… I’d like to just highlight a few a day, or make sure that everyone is on the same page… Chat acronyms are too good to pass up, but they are everywhere.
My best acronym for all of this chaos of the holiday season are:
TIE: Take It Easy
DWBH: Don’t Worry Be Happy
SYD: Smile You Douchebag
Be well, and enjoy your day… It’s cold out there… I had to jump start my wife’s car this morning.
ttys, (talk to you soon)
ymjk
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
a few thoughts
cuckoo log, can wait...
I want to share a few things... today I walked my big monster to school. I really enjoy moments like these.
The crossing guard that we daily greet is from Russia
I need to get something done before I meet up with my father
Keep smiling world, it snowed... It's beautiful outside!
cuckoo log:
meds: Seroquel 25 mg
physical activity: not much
food intake: the usual junk, 2 slices for dinner, and fried chicken for lunch, (popeyes)
let me get out of here... I've got an appointment to troubleshoot some tech issues.
Live long and prosper,
ymjk
I want to share a few things... today I walked my big monster to school. I really enjoy moments like these.
The crossing guard that we daily greet is from Russia
I need to get something done before I meet up with my father
Keep smiling world, it snowed... It's beautiful outside!
cuckoo log:
meds: Seroquel 25 mg
physical activity: not much
food intake: the usual junk, 2 slices for dinner, and fried chicken for lunch, (popeyes)
let me get out of here... I've got an appointment to troubleshoot some tech issues.
Live long and prosper,
ymjk
Monday, December 13, 2010
trivia fact of the day: double eagle 33 gold coin sold for $7M +
12/13/10: 7:26 AM:
Cuckoo Log:
Meds: none, flew solo, early AM.
Physical Activity: flew solo AM
Food Intake: “Me-Yuck Gook”… at church. Leftovers with the family…
Top 11 thoughts of the day…
Here is a fun fact. The number 11 is prime… If you don’t know what that means… “google” it.
1. My big monster is dreaming of addition. He briefly woke up last night and said “26 plus…” and went back to the deep sleep he came from…
2. Keeping true to your word is one of the most important traits of being a ‘good human being’. a/k/a I told my wife I would do the dishes, and actually did them.
3. What it means to be simple… Simple Science is my new mnemonic. I will create this one day. Most of you know what my word SCIENCE is. if you don’t know… figure it out.
4. I did a scavenger hunt this past week at the, Great Wolf Lodge, GWL. It’s actually called MagiQuest. Or better known as “Magic Quest”. Life should be considered a scavenger hunt.
5. Things that make you go hmm… that is stuff that makes me smile. I hope it does you to
6. My wife’s most important “mental health / status question” to me is “what time did you wake up?”
7. My daughter woke up last night in the middle of the night… She refused to go back to sleep, “Because she just did it”.
8. One of my favorite questions in life is, “do you really NEED it?”. Need and desire are two very distinct emotions/thoughts. Holiday cards were made for our loved ones and friends. It took my wife a few hours… I need Holiday cards like I need a new laptop… (I already own 4 laptops, 3 PC, 1 MBP).
9. Why is it that there are so many “regular” people on this planet. So many strive in their own ways to be unique. There are something like 20 million blogs without even one entry. a/k/a half-ass living…
10. Nothing gained by nothing risked. My wife loves to clean house at 11pm – 12 am. I don’t get this habit. She can’t sleep unless there is order in the house.
11. I really think this much? Gosh, the “HUMANATEE” of it all… btw, I would like to assume that identity as HUMANATEE. Such a cute and fitting title for my lifestyle.
To all who are looking forward to the holiday season… I hope and pray for all of you.
Cuckoo Log:
Meds: none, flew solo, early AM.
Physical Activity: flew solo AM
Food Intake: “Me-Yuck Gook”… at church. Leftovers with the family…
Top 11 thoughts of the day…
Here is a fun fact. The number 11 is prime… If you don’t know what that means… “google” it.
1. My big monster is dreaming of addition. He briefly woke up last night and said “26 plus…” and went back to the deep sleep he came from…
2. Keeping true to your word is one of the most important traits of being a ‘good human being’. a/k/a I told my wife I would do the dishes, and actually did them.
3. What it means to be simple… Simple Science is my new mnemonic. I will create this one day. Most of you know what my word SCIENCE is. if you don’t know… figure it out.
4. I did a scavenger hunt this past week at the, Great Wolf Lodge, GWL. It’s actually called MagiQuest. Or better known as “Magic Quest”. Life should be considered a scavenger hunt.
5. Things that make you go hmm… that is stuff that makes me smile. I hope it does you to
6. My wife’s most important “mental health / status question” to me is “what time did you wake up?”
7. My daughter woke up last night in the middle of the night… She refused to go back to sleep, “Because she just did it”.
8. One of my favorite questions in life is, “do you really NEED it?”. Need and desire are two very distinct emotions/thoughts. Holiday cards were made for our loved ones and friends. It took my wife a few hours… I need Holiday cards like I need a new laptop… (I already own 4 laptops, 3 PC, 1 MBP).
9. Why is it that there are so many “regular” people on this planet. So many strive in their own ways to be unique. There are something like 20 million blogs without even one entry. a/k/a half-ass living…
10. Nothing gained by nothing risked. My wife loves to clean house at 11pm – 12 am. I don’t get this habit. She can’t sleep unless there is order in the house.
11. I really think this much? Gosh, the “HUMANATEE” of it all… btw, I would like to assume that identity as HUMANATEE. Such a cute and fitting title for my lifestyle.
To all who are looking forward to the holiday season… I hope and pray for all of you.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
why oh why??? I don't know...
Cuckoo log:
Meds: none
Food Intake: Too much… did have a nice amount of Glenlivet my (good friend, and one of the best single malts around) choice in libations… last night.
Physical Activity: Not much
So where does this all take us? I reconnected with a person I met on the plane going down to Malawi. To make a long story short, the way that comedy and the way that my life works is seemingly disjointed and chaotic. The truth be told, there is not much time or energy in my body for all this planned spontaneity. The simplest of simple solutions for all of these things is that it is all meant to be…
One point of ergonomics… I am now editing my blog in a totally horizontal, and super comfortable position. Thank you Logitech, and thank you ebay for making this all possible. I don’t understand, how to put my present position and the way I feel in words, but it’s all very relaxing and comfortable. The one point that I must put out there is that life too easy, even when to the benefit of the user, has a drawback. To be very honest, I don’t even know how to hand write words… I so rarely do it, and my ‘big monster, the 6 year old’ is really big into penmanship as we speak. I can’t even remember what proper cursive looks like. It’s so long ago, and seems so irrelevant and useless… but why is it these sorts of things bother me? I suppose it is because I want to go back in time…. To a day where things weren’t all about how many things did you accomplish of your to do list.
So what did I do most of the day yesterday?
1. First and foremost remember to keep your promises. 2 nights ago, I promised my wife that I would do the dishes, and I awoke yesterday to the notion that I had something to do. I did them with a smile, and diffused a great deal of strife.
2. It is sort of strange, but being in public can be one of the most time consuming parts of my day. I love being the center of gossip/ a convo., / a story… that is the megalomaniac in me… this will lead to my cast of characters for the day
3. My family went to our annual holiday party. It was quite a nice event. Looking forward to future holiday parties. Here again, there are some folks and events that I would like to highlight.
List of characters:
1. Talking to and with people that you can’t really figure out: I know this young woman. The first thing I could privately ask her was… “are you lesbian”. Her response was: “I’m not sure”. I love that sort of honesty. Painfully honest maybe… but I appreciate people like that.
2. The “talked to you on the plane person: So I was mentioning that I wanted to collaborate with people who are from other demographic groups. I classify myself as multi-cultural when it is advantageous to me. Isn’t that awful? The common question I hear is, “do you speak Spanish”, and my usual reply is “I speak Spanish fluently as long as you are not asking me for money”. What a dopey answer I thought… but it really personifies my attitude, which was molded by society and my education. To be capitalistic is leaned. To be humane is innate. Why do I like to be more capitalistic, and act like an evil character? I just suppose, that is what people rather hear. How does a long winded explanation get to the point? Well, it’s like this… I met a totally random person, on a totally random flight, and it was super cool. He’s a mixed race, mixed thought, mixed everything… a blend… I am truly hoping to be a blended person. Blends are good.
3. Mr. “that was me”: well, this is a nice piece. We as humans learn more by experience than most species. Actually I think living and learning via experience is the best way to go. At any rate at the evening’s party, I met and hugged, and helped, the oh ‘f**k, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up… with seeing others in compromising positions it reminds me, how it is such a great luxury to have your wits and consciousness about you. I love my life. I love everyone’s life is the lesson here. Treat it with respect, and treat and show others what they want to see, (more important, people should see things that they’d rather not as well) at times, is something so real and random… that I personally love to do, and feel.ALIVE, APPRECIATIVE, and AWESOME. great stuff.
My newest joy is watching a television show on the science network. The show is called “deconstructed” I love it! Thank the good people at deconstructed for giving me something new to ponder. Without harm to myself or others.
FYI: TODAY IS MY LITTLE MONSTER’S BIRTHDAY… SHE IS NOW 5. It is such a poignant message to me… time flies. Enjoy the moments of your day/life that mean almost nothing… but string together nicely to make one’s life.
Something rather corny… I was talking to somebody about Oprah. Why is it such a big deal, to what she does in her private life? I think all of the press and media that is involved with public people’s personal lives are just horribly bored. I think that prince William will do fabulously well with his new bride… The greatest observation and conclusion that I can make is that I’m trying to make a very boring person’s life, a little bit more interesting by sharing the very everyday details of life. Things that make you go hmmm….
FIN
ymjk
Meds: none
Food Intake: Too much… did have a nice amount of Glenlivet my (good friend, and one of the best single malts around) choice in libations… last night.
Physical Activity: Not much
So where does this all take us? I reconnected with a person I met on the plane going down to Malawi. To make a long story short, the way that comedy and the way that my life works is seemingly disjointed and chaotic. The truth be told, there is not much time or energy in my body for all this planned spontaneity. The simplest of simple solutions for all of these things is that it is all meant to be…
One point of ergonomics… I am now editing my blog in a totally horizontal, and super comfortable position. Thank you Logitech, and thank you ebay for making this all possible. I don’t understand, how to put my present position and the way I feel in words, but it’s all very relaxing and comfortable. The one point that I must put out there is that life too easy, even when to the benefit of the user, has a drawback. To be very honest, I don’t even know how to hand write words… I so rarely do it, and my ‘big monster, the 6 year old’ is really big into penmanship as we speak. I can’t even remember what proper cursive looks like. It’s so long ago, and seems so irrelevant and useless… but why is it these sorts of things bother me? I suppose it is because I want to go back in time…. To a day where things weren’t all about how many things did you accomplish of your to do list.
So what did I do most of the day yesterday?
1. First and foremost remember to keep your promises. 2 nights ago, I promised my wife that I would do the dishes, and I awoke yesterday to the notion that I had something to do. I did them with a smile, and diffused a great deal of strife.
2. It is sort of strange, but being in public can be one of the most time consuming parts of my day. I love being the center of gossip/ a convo., / a story… that is the megalomaniac in me… this will lead to my cast of characters for the day
3. My family went to our annual holiday party. It was quite a nice event. Looking forward to future holiday parties. Here again, there are some folks and events that I would like to highlight.
List of characters:
1. Talking to and with people that you can’t really figure out: I know this young woman. The first thing I could privately ask her was… “are you lesbian”. Her response was: “I’m not sure”. I love that sort of honesty. Painfully honest maybe… but I appreciate people like that.
2. The “talked to you on the plane person: So I was mentioning that I wanted to collaborate with people who are from other demographic groups. I classify myself as multi-cultural when it is advantageous to me. Isn’t that awful? The common question I hear is, “do you speak Spanish”, and my usual reply is “I speak Spanish fluently as long as you are not asking me for money”. What a dopey answer I thought… but it really personifies my attitude, which was molded by society and my education. To be capitalistic is leaned. To be humane is innate. Why do I like to be more capitalistic, and act like an evil character? I just suppose, that is what people rather hear. How does a long winded explanation get to the point? Well, it’s like this… I met a totally random person, on a totally random flight, and it was super cool. He’s a mixed race, mixed thought, mixed everything… a blend… I am truly hoping to be a blended person. Blends are good.
3. Mr. “that was me”: well, this is a nice piece. We as humans learn more by experience than most species. Actually I think living and learning via experience is the best way to go. At any rate at the evening’s party, I met and hugged, and helped, the oh ‘f**k, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up… with seeing others in compromising positions it reminds me, how it is such a great luxury to have your wits and consciousness about you. I love my life. I love everyone’s life is the lesson here. Treat it with respect, and treat and show others what they want to see, (more important, people should see things that they’d rather not as well) at times, is something so real and random… that I personally love to do, and feel.ALIVE, APPRECIATIVE, and AWESOME. great stuff.
My newest joy is watching a television show on the science network. The show is called “deconstructed” I love it! Thank the good people at deconstructed for giving me something new to ponder. Without harm to myself or others.
FYI: TODAY IS MY LITTLE MONSTER’S BIRTHDAY… SHE IS NOW 5. It is such a poignant message to me… time flies. Enjoy the moments of your day/life that mean almost nothing… but string together nicely to make one’s life.
Something rather corny… I was talking to somebody about Oprah. Why is it such a big deal, to what she does in her private life? I think all of the press and media that is involved with public people’s personal lives are just horribly bored. I think that prince William will do fabulously well with his new bride… The greatest observation and conclusion that I can make is that I’m trying to make a very boring person’s life, a little bit more interesting by sharing the very everyday details of life. Things that make you go hmmm….
FIN
ymjk
Friday, December 10, 2010
the GOOD, the BAD and the UGLY after 4 days and 3 nights at the Great Wolf Lodge Poconos PA
12/9/10:
cuckoo log:
meds: 25 mg of seroquel
physical activity: many... walking around GWL (Great Wolf Lodge) Poconos...
Gosh these past few days have just been a whirlwind of activities. Little monster and big monster have thoroughly enjoyed spending time with me. Let me tell you a brief history of how these couple of days have impacted my daily thoughts and 'journey'.
Today is Thursday, and yesterday was Wednesday. That by its statement is trying to demonstrate how days meld into each other over here. Before I jump the gun, I wanted to tell you that this is a bounty of people on their path to their dreams. For the fact that I have such a terrible memory... I will try to give a brief rundown of charismatic folks:
Guests:
1. “The heads of state”: This is actually a play on words... to those of you who know what this means... GREAT... and to those of you who don't get it... well, we'll just have to divulge the dirty secrets one of these days. So there was Ms. N: she is a classic. Blonde Po' lock. Like literally the butt of the best jokes. Both Polish and blonde... go figure... but here is what happens... I really gravitate towards those who are brutally honest. That is the most refreshing aspect of most people that I really hit it off with. Here I am in one of my new spots, and I am just tuning out the world and typing what's in the airwaves. These are the sorts of people that I love to share my time with. What do I intend to say with all these words? It's the simple fact that I want to be heard at face value, and would like for those to understand what it means to be basic. This family is comprised of Mr. G, Ms. N, Mr. t, and Mr. t. that being said, I just want to tell you how nice it is to be set in my place. I mention to many youngsters... “be careful what you wish for”... I have achieved all my big dreams without a scratch, and I'm very grateful. My friend Mr. G, had two strokes to figure out what is important. With all of these random facts squashed together, I know that this monologue will make sense to very few people. Oh the humanity... Somebody reminded me of Phil Mickelson in their family. Somebody reminded me of a very sweet, tender and generous Chris Farley. That is a weird way to join people to celebrities, or the like, but it's what natrurally goes into my head. I make coplicated relationships to compensate for the routine experiences and people of life. I don't know how the random circumstances line up for me, but sometimes when I'm typing away... I feel like Ray Charles, or Stevie Wonder as they slam the keys of their pianos.
The GOOD:
GWL staff/pack members
1. unnamed cleaning/housekeeping staff member: a middle aged woman who is our time making/saving angel. I was asking my little monster, how and where her rubber band was to tie back her long hair. At any rate, we were just passing by a room, getting ready to be cleaned and the staff member offered all of her hair tie backs. What a welcome, generous and kind gesture. Total cost? Maybe 10-20 cents. Total net effect: PRICELESS.
2. The Starbucks in the resort is staffed by amazing partners. Thank you Starbucks. Thank you GWL.
3. There is a lady in the Cub Club of this facility named CS. She is a guardian angel of all the youngsters that are left in her care. We got a chance to share some thoughts, and I was entranced by her charisma... A woman who has a combined, natural and adopted family. They have 7 children in her household, and she is now pregnant with the 8th. God bless people like CS, to have big hearts, and this undying passion and understanding for the youth of the world. Why does it have to be so strange that I have to vent about a situation that is totally controllable. I was told her position as the Cub Club Manager was eliminated. What a crying shame! To further understand my outrage, you have to figure out why this young lady was at the Poconos GWL. They, (CS and family) were in Kansas City. I don't know which Kansas City, but all in all, she uprooted her and hers to follow a good job to the Poconos, and GWL. The reason, I get insulted is that she has spent 3 years at Great Wolf, and she loves her job, she is loved by the children, and she (to me) is an indispensable member of the team over there. Why do I care so much? Because I can... What does it mean to be such a bleeding heart liberal? It means that very often I care for people and situations that shouldn't matter.
4. The young men and women who were at MagiQuest, and manned the aquatics area. They are really the face and persona of a wonderful experience. Thank you, so kindly, for your passion and energy.
5. I want everyone to understand that the leadership of this org. is truly world class. There are 2 men, Mr. A and Mr. C who are left in charge of this space. One of a kind. Wonderful people.
The BAD:
1. The amount of chlorine and toxicity in the aquatics section was truthfully over-powering.
2. The indifference and run em ragged attitude that prevailed for the parents. No lie, I was hoping that I could pass out, and just rest. We had a wonderful adults only session more than once the first day that we arrived, and it was practically painfully tiring.
3. Unfortunately, I have to run home. I am guessing that I will be able to conclude my thoughts. Be well, and SMILE!
TTYS,
ymjk
cuckoo log:
meds: 25 mg of seroquel
physical activity: many... walking around GWL (Great Wolf Lodge) Poconos...
Gosh these past few days have just been a whirlwind of activities. Little monster and big monster have thoroughly enjoyed spending time with me. Let me tell you a brief history of how these couple of days have impacted my daily thoughts and 'journey'.
Today is Thursday, and yesterday was Wednesday. That by its statement is trying to demonstrate how days meld into each other over here. Before I jump the gun, I wanted to tell you that this is a bounty of people on their path to their dreams. For the fact that I have such a terrible memory... I will try to give a brief rundown of charismatic folks:
Guests:
1. “The heads of state”: This is actually a play on words... to those of you who know what this means... GREAT... and to those of you who don't get it... well, we'll just have to divulge the dirty secrets one of these days. So there was Ms. N: she is a classic. Blonde Po' lock. Like literally the butt of the best jokes. Both Polish and blonde... go figure... but here is what happens... I really gravitate towards those who are brutally honest. That is the most refreshing aspect of most people that I really hit it off with. Here I am in one of my new spots, and I am just tuning out the world and typing what's in the airwaves. These are the sorts of people that I love to share my time with. What do I intend to say with all these words? It's the simple fact that I want to be heard at face value, and would like for those to understand what it means to be basic. This family is comprised of Mr. G, Ms. N, Mr. t, and Mr. t. that being said, I just want to tell you how nice it is to be set in my place. I mention to many youngsters... “be careful what you wish for”... I have achieved all my big dreams without a scratch, and I'm very grateful. My friend Mr. G, had two strokes to figure out what is important. With all of these random facts squashed together, I know that this monologue will make sense to very few people. Oh the humanity... Somebody reminded me of Phil Mickelson in their family. Somebody reminded me of a very sweet, tender and generous Chris Farley. That is a weird way to join people to celebrities, or the like, but it's what natrurally goes into my head. I make coplicated relationships to compensate for the routine experiences and people of life. I don't know how the random circumstances line up for me, but sometimes when I'm typing away... I feel like Ray Charles, or Stevie Wonder as they slam the keys of their pianos.
The GOOD:
GWL staff/pack members
1. unnamed cleaning/housekeeping staff member: a middle aged woman who is our time making/saving angel. I was asking my little monster, how and where her rubber band was to tie back her long hair. At any rate, we were just passing by a room, getting ready to be cleaned and the staff member offered all of her hair tie backs. What a welcome, generous and kind gesture. Total cost? Maybe 10-20 cents. Total net effect: PRICELESS.
2. The Starbucks in the resort is staffed by amazing partners. Thank you Starbucks. Thank you GWL.
3. There is a lady in the Cub Club of this facility named CS. She is a guardian angel of all the youngsters that are left in her care. We got a chance to share some thoughts, and I was entranced by her charisma... A woman who has a combined, natural and adopted family. They have 7 children in her household, and she is now pregnant with the 8th. God bless people like CS, to have big hearts, and this undying passion and understanding for the youth of the world. Why does it have to be so strange that I have to vent about a situation that is totally controllable. I was told her position as the Cub Club Manager was eliminated. What a crying shame! To further understand my outrage, you have to figure out why this young lady was at the Poconos GWL. They, (CS and family) were in Kansas City. I don't know which Kansas City, but all in all, she uprooted her and hers to follow a good job to the Poconos, and GWL. The reason, I get insulted is that she has spent 3 years at Great Wolf, and she loves her job, she is loved by the children, and she (to me) is an indispensable member of the team over there. Why do I care so much? Because I can... What does it mean to be such a bleeding heart liberal? It means that very often I care for people and situations that shouldn't matter.
4. The young men and women who were at MagiQuest, and manned the aquatics area. They are really the face and persona of a wonderful experience. Thank you, so kindly, for your passion and energy.
5. I want everyone to understand that the leadership of this org. is truly world class. There are 2 men, Mr. A and Mr. C who are left in charge of this space. One of a kind. Wonderful people.
The BAD:
1. The amount of chlorine and toxicity in the aquatics section was truthfully over-powering.
2. The indifference and run em ragged attitude that prevailed for the parents. No lie, I was hoping that I could pass out, and just rest. We had a wonderful adults only session more than once the first day that we arrived, and it was practically painfully tiring.
3. Unfortunately, I have to run home. I am guessing that I will be able to conclude my thoughts. Be well, and SMILE!
TTYS,
ymjk
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Great Wolf Lodge words of wonder...
12/6/10:
Cuckoo Log:
Meds: None
Physical Activity: We are taking a mid-week vacation to celebrate my little monster's 5th birthday. Yippee! So all the work was packing and getting things in order for the little break
So here, I will be for a couple of days, and am happy to report that Great Wolf Lodge has not changed a whole lot. We were here about a year ago, and it's still the same chaotic place as the last time we were here. The greatest invention in the space is something called “MagicQuest”. My big monster is totally infatuated with this scavenger hunt like activity. It can take hours to complete, but concentrating like this is a great mental exercise.
How to state this in a simple way... I am walking into situations and people that I would never have imagined would happen. Thanks to my favorite internet hotspot... S!@#b%^&s... Why do I say these things in somewhat encoded fashion? It's because it makes life a bit more interestsing.
Cast members of this day:
1. Mr. RFID: Super charismatic and curious
2. Mrs. BP and spouse: Well, you just have to figure this one out on your own
3. All the baristas and staff of the 'watering hole'
So have I told you I love to share this lesson of a 'good life' to many people... I just tell folks, when they ask me this great and most common question... “so what do you do”? I just respond by saying that I'm a rich kid... And they ask me my name... I just respond, “crazy yellow man”. Isn't it much easier to represent and be the sort of people want you to be? I truthfully believe that if we just fill voids in people's lives, we are much more useful and interesting to them. So that been said, let's get to who and how this all matters.
So I don't know where this comes into play, but remember... As long as you tip well, people will respect you. The thing is that when you tip well, many people set up a level of expectation. With a level basic need, and thought; people set their success criteria. I love this notion of success criteria. What is mine? Each and every time I hear somebody talk about this, I just jump in and say, “to leave the world a bit better than I found it”. Is that a hardline approach? Sometimes. Is that a suave don Juan sort of dealing... Absolutely. My role models are and have always been my parents, my brother. More lately, it's been my wife and my little monsters. That being said, I figured out something. I was really using the most protective and safe role models one can have. Where does this all work into a meaningful lesson? Well, I met Mrs. BP's son. What a great and handsome young man. He reminds me in appearance of Phil Mickelson.
How can we have more in common than to have a really great person like Phil Mickelson to look up to. The reasons why I hold Mr. Mickelson in such high regard is that to him... Signing autographs for the children is paramount. I may have mentioned this to people in the past, but he is an A #1 class act. Do I get into what I mean regarding TPO? My life is run by optimizing the efficacy of decisions, the constraints being finding the optimal Time, Place and Opportunity. The cards that the good lord has handed me, are that:
1. I live without a filter on my mind, and now my mouth.
2. I don't know what is possible or impossible. I try to live like a 6 year old
3. I love what I love
4. I try to love what I hate
5. I don't have much of a memory
What does this mean to most of you? Well, I can simply say that our memories and experiences and expectations limit what is right and good. Professionally, I look up to a fellow, SH, and his joy and mission is to end water poverty. He founded charitywater. Not only is that a great organization, he talks about all the sorts of people who make him proud. There is a group called glimmer of hope and they do a lot of work in Ethiopia. I love hearing stories and lessons that reinforce the once basic concept that “good trumps evil”. So going through a point by point list, let's try to stay on topic... Why I'm happy to be me...
1. It is much easier to say what I want to say, and blame my situation to my need to take Seroquel.
2. By having my little monsters around me, I have learned that to be 6 years old, is the dream and situation that I want to prolong as possible
3. To love what you love, and to hate what you hate... is akin to having passion. I have passion
4. As of late, I think my biggest contribution to society is to teach them a bit about the world that we live in. I have said countless times, that I hate stupid people. Please don't be stupid around me, for, I will probably feel compelled to teach you something.
5. Not having much of a memory is fun because, I don't know what I have failed at. I also don't really recall people's names, which provides me a great mechanism to call people how I see them.
Going back to the circle of the days activities. All lies in the space where most people like to get their caffeine. I'm not a caffeine hunter... I'm an experience, and conversation hunter. If such a situation leads to a meaningful relationship. AWESOME. But as I have mentioned before... got to swing for the fences. One day, maybe we'll just hit something out of the park.
Cuckoo Log:
Meds: None
Physical Activity: We are taking a mid-week vacation to celebrate my little monster's 5th birthday. Yippee! So all the work was packing and getting things in order for the little break
So here, I will be for a couple of days, and am happy to report that Great Wolf Lodge has not changed a whole lot. We were here about a year ago, and it's still the same chaotic place as the last time we were here. The greatest invention in the space is something called “MagicQuest”. My big monster is totally infatuated with this scavenger hunt like activity. It can take hours to complete, but concentrating like this is a great mental exercise.
How to state this in a simple way... I am walking into situations and people that I would never have imagined would happen. Thanks to my favorite internet hotspot... S!@#b%^&s... Why do I say these things in somewhat encoded fashion? It's because it makes life a bit more interestsing.
Cast members of this day:
1. Mr. RFID: Super charismatic and curious
2. Mrs. BP and spouse: Well, you just have to figure this one out on your own
3. All the baristas and staff of the 'watering hole'
So have I told you I love to share this lesson of a 'good life' to many people... I just tell folks, when they ask me this great and most common question... “so what do you do”? I just respond by saying that I'm a rich kid... And they ask me my name... I just respond, “crazy yellow man”. Isn't it much easier to represent and be the sort of people want you to be? I truthfully believe that if we just fill voids in people's lives, we are much more useful and interesting to them. So that been said, let's get to who and how this all matters.
So I don't know where this comes into play, but remember... As long as you tip well, people will respect you. The thing is that when you tip well, many people set up a level of expectation. With a level basic need, and thought; people set their success criteria. I love this notion of success criteria. What is mine? Each and every time I hear somebody talk about this, I just jump in and say, “to leave the world a bit better than I found it”. Is that a hardline approach? Sometimes. Is that a suave don Juan sort of dealing... Absolutely. My role models are and have always been my parents, my brother. More lately, it's been my wife and my little monsters. That being said, I figured out something. I was really using the most protective and safe role models one can have. Where does this all work into a meaningful lesson? Well, I met Mrs. BP's son. What a great and handsome young man. He reminds me in appearance of Phil Mickelson.
How can we have more in common than to have a really great person like Phil Mickelson to look up to. The reasons why I hold Mr. Mickelson in such high regard is that to him... Signing autographs for the children is paramount. I may have mentioned this to people in the past, but he is an A #1 class act. Do I get into what I mean regarding TPO? My life is run by optimizing the efficacy of decisions, the constraints being finding the optimal Time, Place and Opportunity. The cards that the good lord has handed me, are that:
1. I live without a filter on my mind, and now my mouth.
2. I don't know what is possible or impossible. I try to live like a 6 year old
3. I love what I love
4. I try to love what I hate
5. I don't have much of a memory
What does this mean to most of you? Well, I can simply say that our memories and experiences and expectations limit what is right and good. Professionally, I look up to a fellow, SH, and his joy and mission is to end water poverty. He founded charitywater. Not only is that a great organization, he talks about all the sorts of people who make him proud. There is a group called glimmer of hope and they do a lot of work in Ethiopia. I love hearing stories and lessons that reinforce the once basic concept that “good trumps evil”. So going through a point by point list, let's try to stay on topic... Why I'm happy to be me...
1. It is much easier to say what I want to say, and blame my situation to my need to take Seroquel.
2. By having my little monsters around me, I have learned that to be 6 years old, is the dream and situation that I want to prolong as possible
3. To love what you love, and to hate what you hate... is akin to having passion. I have passion
4. As of late, I think my biggest contribution to society is to teach them a bit about the world that we live in. I have said countless times, that I hate stupid people. Please don't be stupid around me, for, I will probably feel compelled to teach you something.
5. Not having much of a memory is fun because, I don't know what I have failed at. I also don't really recall people's names, which provides me a great mechanism to call people how I see them.
Going back to the circle of the days activities. All lies in the space where most people like to get their caffeine. I'm not a caffeine hunter... I'm an experience, and conversation hunter. If such a situation leads to a meaningful relationship. AWESOME. But as I have mentioned before... got to swing for the fences. One day, maybe we'll just hit something out of the park.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
What annoys you?
This is an open request... Please tell me what annoys you...
email the thought or situation that annoys you...
helloymjk@gmail.com
email the thought or situation that annoys you...
helloymjk@gmail.com
lessons learned from Queens...
Dear World:
Cuckoo log:
Meds: 25 mg. Seroquel
Phys. Activity: Minimal
Food intake: Too much… thanks to Mr. JS had some home made chili. As often as I said woe… this tastes exactly like “Wendy’s chili”. I meant it in a good way. So often the words you mean, and the words that are understood are misunderstood. Comments like those and the thoughts that ensued are fun and interesting regardless.
Today, I am addressing the thought #2 of my personal background/history:
2. I was born and grew up in Queens, New York.
This is my time to get vulnerable: Enjoy it… you’re not going to see this side of ymjk too often… Remember this… sucks to be me… but I want most people to realize through my thoughts… please live and learn with a grateful heart…
So I was born in Queens, New York… for most people that means nothing. To those who are from New York, it means, that I am a straight shooter… I have very little tolerance for B.S. I have very little capacity to lie, and to keep the lies fresh, and viable. So what did I learn in Queens. Let me tell you a brief story… It’s a story of when I was in about 2nd or 3rd grade. It’s a classic story of misunderstanding and violence. This story takes me back about 2 dozen and a half years plus 2… (32 years). So I was 4 glorious years old. I thought I was going to be the next “Captain America”.
Have I mentioned to you that I wanted to be Captain America as a young boy… My dream was to be Captain America because I wanted to correct the evils and the misdoings of those without a moral compass. The ironic thing about life is that when you’re most helpful and learn the most, is when you are completely useless… So let’s take this to one of the most vivid memories of my childhood. Let’s get the background correct. My old man is a very smiley energetic sort. He in the best of words is the A type doer. My mother, is the B type. A little bit more verbal than my father, but she is the classic B type, thinker/worry-wart… Like most couples they had their challenges. A very average, dual working bust their knuckles hard working new immigrant arrivals to this wonderful space, USA… More specifically, Flushing, Queens.
So I hope you sort of understand where I am from, and what I am trying to convey is this thought that my upbringing/formative years are very average… Notions of being a super hero. Idea and fantasies abound. There is a book called, “Everything I need to know, I knew in Kindergarten”. That is such a great title for my world, and life. I totally embrace 87.9 % of this notion. At 4 years of age, by the way, I was in Kindergarten. My mom just shoved me into school, and the school system as early as possible, in order to save money with regards to baby sitting. Without getting into too much detail… I was a super smiley little boy who loved to be the center of attention. I think at this time of life I already had the… “baby brother, or little monster” complex down pat.
So this is not about being a little monster… This is about growing up normal, and enjoying all that life had to offer… WRONG! The direction of this story is not so much about being or wanting things in Kindergarten. It’s more about this story that I have tried to push back into the deepest darkest parts of my memory. So it wouldn’t come out. This is a personal history of a space and a childhood I cherish… Yet often times try to forget… We all try to remember the good and forget the past. Most of you know that I have this uncanny memory for trivia. I do pretty well with trivia thank you… Sometimes the nickname “Cliff” gets thrown around, paying homage to “Cliff Klavin, from Cheers fame”.
So how does this flashback go? Well, it’s like this… one night my father, and brother were out late. We might have been watching a movie. I truly don’t recall what our activities of the night were. At any rate… we were returning to our apartment, and my risk averse / “bad people fearing” mother had changed the entrance door. So let’s try to imagine this. My father is tired. My older brother is being annoying… and I am being more than annoying… (I’ve always been quite competitive, and attention seeking, even at 4). We are all tired, and trying to go to sleep… because it’s late.
My dad is looking at this door, sort of open, yet chained securely to the wall. He’s not happy, and he tries forcing the door open. Figure this one out… Trying to break into our own space… I think this was a great life lesson.
1. Sometimes, even if you belong… even if you have the key… Circumstance will not let you have your way…
So that all being said… Frustration levels are super high… My mother is fast asleep… I think all the commotion that we are making, and trying to force the door open; wakes my mom. What I remember of the details are a unclear… but somehow some way… I slip through the chained door. I must have been all of 30 lbs. wet back then… I get on a chair, and open the chain, and let my other male members of my family into the apartment. Lesson learned:
2. The smallest member is not the weakest one. The smallest person is often the only one, who can get life’s critical missions done.
But this lesson goes on… Some how or other… We go into our kitchen. We see our mother holding up a kitchen knife, (like the biggest friggin’ knife in the space) in a ominous way. I wish I remembered better… but to me now… it’s like… Is this a joke? My dad is like… “hey you locked us out, and now you’re wielding a knife”… For one reason or another, my folks get into a pretty heated argument. I’m going to fill in the details here. For I know probably what the lesson is… My mom most likely told my father not to go out. My dad probably ignored her and went out to ‘have fun with his 4 year old little monster, and his 7 year old big monster’. Lesson learned:
3. ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS listen carefully to your wife, to your mom… and at bare minimum RESPOND… ignoring your female partner / caregiver can be super dangerous, and quite frankly is stupid.
In response to this conflict, and thanks to it, whenever I see somebody with a knife, I think of my mother. There is a great stereotype that, most Puerto Rican men carry some sort of blade. I say to myself, under my breath… No Puerto Rican man can challenge my mom, when she’s startled awake, and scared, defending herself and in her kitchen… Lesson learned:
4. You’d be foolish to wake up a sleeping female. Especially your mom, or your wife, without a damn good reason.
The best thing about this story is that I have tried to get the participants of the story to remember it. My mom and dad are now 70+… NO chance. My brother, is not that good with random life trivia after all his partying and parenting… Lesson learned:
5. Make sure that if you are telling a lie… Nobody is able/willing/desires to call you out on it. Remember my truth is my perception. If nobody perceives the way I do. Then I am right by default. (IN AND ONLY IN MY OWN LITTLE WORLD). Top line message: Creative freedom is awesome.
I love the thought of all this material being fiction. Quite frankly... I sometimes think it is... but have I mentioned this notion to you... "My reality is much better, than 90% of your fantasies".
peace to all, and go to your peaceful place...
as Sunday goes... it traditionally is a family day, a day of rest, and a day to be 'basic'...
hug yourself, and others closest to you,
ymjk
Cuckoo log:
Meds: 25 mg. Seroquel
Phys. Activity: Minimal
Food intake: Too much… thanks to Mr. JS had some home made chili. As often as I said woe… this tastes exactly like “Wendy’s chili”. I meant it in a good way. So often the words you mean, and the words that are understood are misunderstood. Comments like those and the thoughts that ensued are fun and interesting regardless.
Today, I am addressing the thought #2 of my personal background/history:
2. I was born and grew up in Queens, New York.
This is my time to get vulnerable: Enjoy it… you’re not going to see this side of ymjk too often… Remember this… sucks to be me… but I want most people to realize through my thoughts… please live and learn with a grateful heart…
So I was born in Queens, New York… for most people that means nothing. To those who are from New York, it means, that I am a straight shooter… I have very little tolerance for B.S. I have very little capacity to lie, and to keep the lies fresh, and viable. So what did I learn in Queens. Let me tell you a brief story… It’s a story of when I was in about 2nd or 3rd grade. It’s a classic story of misunderstanding and violence. This story takes me back about 2 dozen and a half years plus 2… (32 years). So I was 4 glorious years old. I thought I was going to be the next “Captain America”.
Have I mentioned to you that I wanted to be Captain America as a young boy… My dream was to be Captain America because I wanted to correct the evils and the misdoings of those without a moral compass. The ironic thing about life is that when you’re most helpful and learn the most, is when you are completely useless… So let’s take this to one of the most vivid memories of my childhood. Let’s get the background correct. My old man is a very smiley energetic sort. He in the best of words is the A type doer. My mother, is the B type. A little bit more verbal than my father, but she is the classic B type, thinker/worry-wart… Like most couples they had their challenges. A very average, dual working bust their knuckles hard working new immigrant arrivals to this wonderful space, USA… More specifically, Flushing, Queens.
So I hope you sort of understand where I am from, and what I am trying to convey is this thought that my upbringing/formative years are very average… Notions of being a super hero. Idea and fantasies abound. There is a book called, “Everything I need to know, I knew in Kindergarten”. That is such a great title for my world, and life. I totally embrace 87.9 % of this notion. At 4 years of age, by the way, I was in Kindergarten. My mom just shoved me into school, and the school system as early as possible, in order to save money with regards to baby sitting. Without getting into too much detail… I was a super smiley little boy who loved to be the center of attention. I think at this time of life I already had the… “baby brother, or little monster” complex down pat.
So this is not about being a little monster… This is about growing up normal, and enjoying all that life had to offer… WRONG! The direction of this story is not so much about being or wanting things in Kindergarten. It’s more about this story that I have tried to push back into the deepest darkest parts of my memory. So it wouldn’t come out. This is a personal history of a space and a childhood I cherish… Yet often times try to forget… We all try to remember the good and forget the past. Most of you know that I have this uncanny memory for trivia. I do pretty well with trivia thank you… Sometimes the nickname “Cliff” gets thrown around, paying homage to “Cliff Klavin, from Cheers fame”.
So how does this flashback go? Well, it’s like this… one night my father, and brother were out late. We might have been watching a movie. I truly don’t recall what our activities of the night were. At any rate… we were returning to our apartment, and my risk averse / “bad people fearing” mother had changed the entrance door. So let’s try to imagine this. My father is tired. My older brother is being annoying… and I am being more than annoying… (I’ve always been quite competitive, and attention seeking, even at 4). We are all tired, and trying to go to sleep… because it’s late.
My dad is looking at this door, sort of open, yet chained securely to the wall. He’s not happy, and he tries forcing the door open. Figure this one out… Trying to break into our own space… I think this was a great life lesson.
1. Sometimes, even if you belong… even if you have the key… Circumstance will not let you have your way…
So that all being said… Frustration levels are super high… My mother is fast asleep… I think all the commotion that we are making, and trying to force the door open; wakes my mom. What I remember of the details are a unclear… but somehow some way… I slip through the chained door. I must have been all of 30 lbs. wet back then… I get on a chair, and open the chain, and let my other male members of my family into the apartment. Lesson learned:
2. The smallest member is not the weakest one. The smallest person is often the only one, who can get life’s critical missions done.
But this lesson goes on… Some how or other… We go into our kitchen. We see our mother holding up a kitchen knife, (like the biggest friggin’ knife in the space) in a ominous way. I wish I remembered better… but to me now… it’s like… Is this a joke? My dad is like… “hey you locked us out, and now you’re wielding a knife”… For one reason or another, my folks get into a pretty heated argument. I’m going to fill in the details here. For I know probably what the lesson is… My mom most likely told my father not to go out. My dad probably ignored her and went out to ‘have fun with his 4 year old little monster, and his 7 year old big monster’. Lesson learned:
3. ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS listen carefully to your wife, to your mom… and at bare minimum RESPOND… ignoring your female partner / caregiver can be super dangerous, and quite frankly is stupid.
In response to this conflict, and thanks to it, whenever I see somebody with a knife, I think of my mother. There is a great stereotype that, most Puerto Rican men carry some sort of blade. I say to myself, under my breath… No Puerto Rican man can challenge my mom, when she’s startled awake, and scared, defending herself and in her kitchen… Lesson learned:
4. You’d be foolish to wake up a sleeping female. Especially your mom, or your wife, without a damn good reason.
The best thing about this story is that I have tried to get the participants of the story to remember it. My mom and dad are now 70+… NO chance. My brother, is not that good with random life trivia after all his partying and parenting… Lesson learned:
5. Make sure that if you are telling a lie… Nobody is able/willing/desires to call you out on it. Remember my truth is my perception. If nobody perceives the way I do. Then I am right by default. (IN AND ONLY IN MY OWN LITTLE WORLD). Top line message: Creative freedom is awesome.
I love the thought of all this material being fiction. Quite frankly... I sometimes think it is... but have I mentioned this notion to you... "My reality is much better, than 90% of your fantasies".
peace to all, and go to your peaceful place...
as Sunday goes... it traditionally is a family day, a day of rest, and a day to be 'basic'...
hug yourself, and others closest to you,
ymjk
Saturday, December 4, 2010
what it means... to be me...
Dear World,
Most of you already know me personally... but here are some details...
1. I am of Korean heritage
2. I was born in Queens, New York...
3. I grew up in one of the small suburbs of Bergen county NJ.
4. I went to college in Atlanta, GA
5. I spent a year in Santiago, Chile
6. I spent a year in Seoul, South Korea
7. I have two wild and deliriously cute kids, a/k/a monsters
8. I have been married for about 10 years now
9. I am 3 dozen years old
10. I talk ALOT
So for the next 10 days or so, I will be highlighting almost trivial facts of what it means to be me... here you go for number one...
1. My Korean heritage...
What I need to say is simply this. I don’t understand some of the things that I hear. Why do people insist on being such PITA’s? I don't get it. As if they get extra credit for being more obnoxious. I just had a great experience today with an older gentleman who “smelled like death”. Why is it that some older people don’t get it? Dude, please understand that you are inconveniencing many people around you. Would you understand that there is nothing too surprising…
Here are some fun Korean customs/superstitions that I found online. Thank you kissmykimchi.com
Why are any of these things of interest? I just want to point out to folks that a lot of what we learn and do is not logical.
• If you give a boyfriend or girlfriend a pair of shoes, they will leave you.
• Washing your hair on the day of a big test washes out the memories.
• If you sleep in a room with a fan on, you might die.
• Dreaming of pigs is good luck, dreaming of dogs is bad luck.
• Don’t blow a whistle at night or snakes will come.
• Shake your leg and you shake out the luck.
• If you give a boyfriend or girlfriend a pair of shoes, they will leave you.
• Washing your hair on the day of a big test washes out the memories.
• If you sleep in a room with a fan on, you might die.
• Dreaming of pigs is good luck, dreaming of dogs is bad luck.
• Don’t blow a whistle at night or snakes will come.
• Shake your leg and you shake out the luck.
My father is eating his lunch right now… He just finished, and he’s listening to some folksy music on some Korean Broadcasting System telecast. It’s horribly old sounding. Music like this and times like this just make me laugh. I’ve learned to not put my expectations on others, and it’s awesome to be able to accept the fact that we are totally different. It’s very interesting what a generation will do for your perspective on life.
One of the things that I left out of the above list is…
***If you are born with big ears, you will be rich!***
My father always would pull on my earlobes, to make sure that I had big ears.
Kim, Sang Gook is on the tube now. He’s the Korean Louis Armstrong. Has the same tonal quality. Please shoot me!!!
Most of you already know me personally... but here are some details...
1. I am of Korean heritage
2. I was born in Queens, New York...
3. I grew up in one of the small suburbs of Bergen county NJ.
4. I went to college in Atlanta, GA
5. I spent a year in Santiago, Chile
6. I spent a year in Seoul, South Korea
7. I have two wild and deliriously cute kids, a/k/a monsters
8. I have been married for about 10 years now
9. I am 3 dozen years old
10. I talk ALOT
So for the next 10 days or so, I will be highlighting almost trivial facts of what it means to be me... here you go for number one...
1. My Korean heritage...
What I need to say is simply this. I don’t understand some of the things that I hear. Why do people insist on being such PITA’s? I don't get it. As if they get extra credit for being more obnoxious. I just had a great experience today with an older gentleman who “smelled like death”. Why is it that some older people don’t get it? Dude, please understand that you are inconveniencing many people around you. Would you understand that there is nothing too surprising…
Here are some fun Korean customs/superstitions that I found online. Thank you kissmykimchi.com
Why are any of these things of interest? I just want to point out to folks that a lot of what we learn and do is not logical.
• If you give a boyfriend or girlfriend a pair of shoes, they will leave you.
• Washing your hair on the day of a big test washes out the memories.
• If you sleep in a room with a fan on, you might die.
• Dreaming of pigs is good luck, dreaming of dogs is bad luck.
• Don’t blow a whistle at night or snakes will come.
• Shake your leg and you shake out the luck.
• If you give a boyfriend or girlfriend a pair of shoes, they will leave you.
• Washing your hair on the day of a big test washes out the memories.
• If you sleep in a room with a fan on, you might die.
• Dreaming of pigs is good luck, dreaming of dogs is bad luck.
• Don’t blow a whistle at night or snakes will come.
• Shake your leg and you shake out the luck.
My father is eating his lunch right now… He just finished, and he’s listening to some folksy music on some Korean Broadcasting System telecast. It’s horribly old sounding. Music like this and times like this just make me laugh. I’ve learned to not put my expectations on others, and it’s awesome to be able to accept the fact that we are totally different. It’s very interesting what a generation will do for your perspective on life.
One of the things that I left out of the above list is…
***If you are born with big ears, you will be rich!***
My father always would pull on my earlobes, to make sure that I had big ears.
Kim, Sang Gook is on the tube now. He’s the Korean Louis Armstrong. Has the same tonal quality. Please shoot me!!!
Friday, December 3, 2010
to be 'normal'... or 'polite'
normal:
- well, a few days after turkey day... we decorate our Christmas tree
- when people die you pray
- when people say hi you shake hands, kiss, hug, (here I ask... is your normal my normal?)
- when people are born, you gather around the hospital/house to say how cute this 'barely recognizable' human being is...
- to keep to yourself until you can't take it anymore... blowing your gasket only when necessary
polite:
- to say excuse me after you burp
- to try not to fart in a jam packed elevator, subway, confined space...
- to keep smiling even when you're not happy
- to make sure you say please and thank you
- to try and give the right of way to the young, women and infirm
by all comparisons... i don't think that 'normal' things are all that important. i really prefer if people could be more polite. is that too much to ask?
always and faithfully,
ymjk
- well, a few days after turkey day... we decorate our Christmas tree
- when people die you pray
- when people say hi you shake hands, kiss, hug, (here I ask... is your normal my normal?)
- when people are born, you gather around the hospital/house to say how cute this 'barely recognizable' human being is...
- to keep to yourself until you can't take it anymore... blowing your gasket only when necessary
polite:
- to say excuse me after you burp
- to try not to fart in a jam packed elevator, subway, confined space...
- to keep smiling even when you're not happy
- to make sure you say please and thank you
- to try and give the right of way to the young, women and infirm
by all comparisons... i don't think that 'normal' things are all that important. i really prefer if people could be more polite. is that too much to ask?
always and faithfully,
ymjk
Well World,
The nice thing is this is a picture of my big monster's first Christmas ornament. I must say, it's a pretty sharp looking ornament if you don't mind me stating so...
12/03/10: a beautiful cold crisp night… about 800 pm. A wonderful day to sing, “O’ Christmas Tree, O’ Christmas Tree”. The kids are adorning our family plastic but pretty realistic looking tree. I don’t know if it makes sense to cut down trees every year… Is this a way to teach reduce, reuse, recycle? It possibly may be... now the humming has turned to "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer"... no whistling... are you a baby? In old Korean folklore, and many other folks have this idea... That whistling at night is bad luck... Did you know did you know???
ttyl,
ymjk
The nice thing is this is a picture of my big monster's first Christmas ornament. I must say, it's a pretty sharp looking ornament if you don't mind me stating so...
12/03/10: a beautiful cold crisp night… about 800 pm. A wonderful day to sing, “O’ Christmas Tree, O’ Christmas Tree”. The kids are adorning our family plastic but pretty realistic looking tree. I don’t know if it makes sense to cut down trees every year… Is this a way to teach reduce, reuse, recycle? It possibly may be... now the humming has turned to "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer"... no whistling... are you a baby? In old Korean folklore, and many other folks have this idea... That whistling at night is bad luck... Did you know did you know???
ttyl,
ymjk
being judged... and the implications thereof...
Hello world,
I was just wondering what it takes to judge and be judged... I was learning some very important words about "justice". Can you please take some time to watch this video from TED... I think it means a lot to a lot of folks.. Why are we judged? Why do we insist on being right? What does this all mean?
I was just wondering what it takes to judge and be judged... I was learning some very important words about "justice". Can you please take some time to watch this video from TED... I think it means a lot to a lot of folks.. Why are we judged? Why do we insist on being right? What does this all mean?
gobble gobble... today is turkey day...
to those who love... to those who hate...
in the news...
1. north korea is trying to pull off some old school bullying... in retaliation, i think we should do some old school, small voice big stick defense...
2. also in the news, approx. 300 cambodians were trampled to death... i sit in my favorite coffee shop, and hear of all the wrong coffee, and mistakes... things that make you go hmm...
3. i am the voice of unspoken thought... why is it so frustrating to some when i comment on the clothes that they wear...?
i did have an interaction with the asm of my fave free internet, anthro study site (people watching), i actually have created 6 blogs, but only actively contribute to one... is that cool? i don't know, she looked at me with this most puzzled look... (i know she thought, wow, jk is a loser... is that all he does everyday)?
in the news...
1. north korea is trying to pull off some old school bullying... in retaliation, i think we should do some old school, small voice big stick defense...
2. also in the news, approx. 300 cambodians were trampled to death... i sit in my favorite coffee shop, and hear of all the wrong coffee, and mistakes... things that make you go hmm...
3. i am the voice of unspoken thought... why is it so frustrating to some when i comment on the clothes that they wear...?
i did have an interaction with the asm of my fave free internet, anthro study site (people watching), i actually have created 6 blogs, but only actively contribute to one... is that cool? i don't know, she looked at me with this most puzzled look... (i know she thought, wow, jk is a loser... is that all he does everyday)?
this is my little assistant... a/k/a little monster...
Hello world,I was just getting back to my old stomping grounds and talking to one of my newest “old” friends. You know… I often take on a mentoring role in some of the younger people around me… People asking me for advice… Is that an aspect of my life that I appreciate? Sometimes it is… I suppose that the general public has a difficult time in believing what people have to say and they trust my gut… oh boy…
A new challenge for the day is that my little monster, (4 year old female) is so in need of my warmth and attention that she insists on sitting on my lap while I type this little monologue out. A very cute picture… hold on let me see if I can get my other monster, the ‘big’ monster… to snap a picture he is on his way to get a digital camera.
My son is not able to take a well focused picture yet... So I had to improvise. Here is a decent rendition of her holding and taking care of the keyboard. You just have to use your imagination, and see a big fat happy daddy in the empty seat next to her... Use your imagination. All I hear is, "Daddy I want to type... I want to type..." She is humming a song, which I cannot decipher. "Here comes Santa Claus"...
Life is good... thank the good lord for giving both my children strep throat... I just hope that she doesn't have a hard time getting back to the swing of school after a full week of vacation. All the best to you, and everyone who read and shared these pics and words with me...
thoughts of random thoughts...
Here is the joy of being crazy… Lots of people have realized that my abilities are nothing super human. To those of you who may not know, I have been diagnosed with BPD. Bi-polar Disorder. It’s a great disease. It’s a permission slip to act super happy and social one week, and (dandandantarandtah)… super, “why am I alive???” the next… the few reasons I love being sick, (to all you normal folks):
- I get phone calls everyday from loved ones making sure I haven’t done anything stupid.
- My life’s success criteria have been changed. They are “normal” now. You know my folks have lived a hard life and sacrificed a lot for me to be here today. I doubt you know much about my folks… one time I tried to interview them… and even to me, they said they’d rather not talk about it.
- I get to live life without a filter, and most people understand why. Sort of like a Tourette syndrome, but much cooler.
- Failure is not an option. When I live, and let live, that’s the sign of success. Just a short year ago… I wanted to be 6 feet under. It’s fun to see myself, walking on sunshine today, without much of a worry in the world.
- Meds meds meds… I love them. I won’t tell you what I’m taking, but it’s called an atypical antipsychotic. AAP for short. Well, in all goodness and joy… I want to redefine AAP. I believe AAP should stand for Almost Always Perky… To some it’s my ‘happy pill’. But actually as my definition states, it is about almost always being perky. Can you see me… un medicated? I am the sort of person who walks into a Starbucks and asks for a quad shot of espresso on ice. They say we only have decaf for you…
Does something in my presence scare people? I believe there is an unusual ability that I have to really make people want to distance themselves from me. You know, as a child, I love comic books. My favorite superhero for some time was Captain America America
Most people know me for having a big heart and mind. Some would call me sophisticated… Some would call me boorish. I can attest to the fact that I have a big mouth, big brain, big credit card bill, big worries for the world. Yet anatomically… Things weren’t so kind to me when we talk about big shoes and big hands… a/k/a… package size. Why do pretty blonde girls… (like ______) ask me… stuff like… “when you look down can you see it?” actually yes I can… when I’m in front of a mirror… duh…? Who’s blonde now?
A friend told me this one… A friend of the family manages a dry cleaning shop. He’s something like 55 years old. For the sake of the story, let’s call him… Mr. Kim. Mr. Kim was working one day, and there was a crackhead/degenerate who wanted to steal from the cash register in the store. Mr. Kim caught him red-handed. It was great… A struggle in sued. Skinned knees, and skinned elbows. The bad guy gets away. Sucks to be Mr. Kim… So you think…
Fast forward about 3 months. The cops come around and say… we caught your thief. Mr. Kim, in all of his seriousness says. Yeah so… The cops tell Mr. Kim, please come down to make a statement, and Mr. Kim in his modest and crass way says, I am too busy to leave the store. UNLESS…
To further their cause, and need for Mr. Kim to testify… they tell him that he’s a hero, and that the asst. district attorney wanted to thank him… At any rate… Mr. Kim came back with his unconditional request. The only way, I see to save time and to testify is if you drive me down to the courts with lights and sirens blaring, and bring me back the same way. Needless to say, the cops did so, and Mr. Kim is no longer 55 in my mind. His request and joy from lights and sirens, just inspired me and reminded me… We are all 7… we just grow old, and grow up and grow wide… The look on his face, and the look on all of your faces… reminds me… that we all aspire to be 7… let’s keep that youthful curiosity… and keep tickling each other til we pee in our pants…
Why do these words flow so well? I can’t even believe that I can type for hours like this. I never knew that there were so many thoughts in my big brown coconut of a skull… What I want the world to know is that… I grew up in a mafia like setting. I love the mafia. I don’t watch many movies, but have a brother and in-law who live for the Godfather box set. Me personally, I’ve always been more of a voyeur type. I liked comedy, and naked women…
I have to pause for a moment, and really thank all these men and women… who’s blood sweat tears and time have paved my way to be bold and confident that my words ought to be shared. You see, we live in such a dysfunctional society, that even my jokes take on a serious undertone… I can’t help it. I wish all was so fluid and easy… but it’s not. Each and every joke I have has caused someone a momentary stress. Making fun of you all for a living, sounds really fun and cool. But it gets old. I say let’s condemn all stupid people to a space, like antartica… and let them perish… I’d be the first one on that boat…
You know, I started my MBA, a part time night program… I was doing well. I am sort of that charismatic type… as you may know… at any rate, this is not even about my MBA, or my learning experience. The one thing I took away from my MBA is that I should rename it… MBA, Must Be Around… My wife called me out on getting this higher degree. She said… Why are you doing this? I said to make more money, and have a cushion to fall back on… needless to say that cushion has grown bigger and bigger… (show off my big back end)
I used to and should weigh 160 lbs. That was a great 2 weeks of my life.
My big monster just woke up… and is picking his nose. He’s looking for a video game controller… I should go now…
Be well,
ymjk
Thursday, December 2, 2010
l-cubed...
flighty, yet so real...
So as you may know, this blog is put together and thought up of while I’m just going around and doing/executing my leisurely life lessons… L-cubed. It’s the math and science geek in me… trying to let the world know that I actually paid attention to my teachers in 10th grade. I with that will say that I am a keen observer, and have tried to fix/complain about many an odd situation in my life. I want to understand better, what it means to capitalize on being unique, smart and fun. I believe it best, when I see people’s eyes full of rage, sadness, despair, and tears… happy tears that is.
I can go on and on. As people have told me… I don’t have a filter. You know why I don’t have a filter? It is because having a filter causes high pressure explosions. I don’t like the idea of blowing up and leaving remnants of my carcass on things or people. That is what I need to avoid at all costs. Blowing up… what a play on words… I understand what it means to blow up a balloon, but when people blow up…? It’s usually like hey, that gal blew up…
Food addiction: You know it’s not fun, nor is it funny… but when you’re up here on stage, you have to wonder sometimes, why it’s the most fatalistic sort of stuff that makes people laugh. Take my cousin ‘pasa’. That’s Spanish word for raisin.
She used to weigh like 105 lbs. wet, and now… look at her today… She’s a full and ripe muscat, one of them round grapes with the thick skin… she now tips the scale at 201. Isn’t that the northern new jersey Hoover
Coming to think of Hoover , I had an ex-gf and we nicknamed her Hoover
Where is this going? Right down deep… into the dirtiest crevices, into the darkest deepest parts of your space, your world, your creation. You know where that would be? (pause)… I overheard sometime ago, that Dr. Oz did an experiment… the dirtiest ‘common’ and ‘public’ places are thought to be 1. door knobs in public restrooms, 2. public pay phones… hey those still exist? 3. and the bottom of an average person’s handbag. Correct me if I’m wrong… I would have guessed the door knob… You know, those signs in the bathroom say, all employees must wash hands… and yes, almost all employees wash their hands… it’s the non-employees that worry me… Remember if it weren’t unique I wouldn’t be talking about it. The answer is…. drum roll please…
You know, I have lots of different pet peeves… 1. privacy when they’re in public. 2. things are in my pocket. 3. smelly people. I walk around NYC, especially NYC with a murse, whack pack, fag bag, fanny sack, you name it, I’ve heard it… I just don’t like things in my pocket… so when I hear people saying… oh god, not again… billy joe is playing pocket hockey again… I’m just like… just take it out… there is no reason, your joy / pleasure should be a private event. If you can’t share it, maybe you shouldn’t be outside with it…
So how do I deal with smelly people? I just walk up to them… give them a hug and whisper in their ear, that they smell like death… has anybody ever smelt death before? Trust me, it’s not a pleasant one… it’s a cross between, burnt hair, and the most delicious aromatic milk fart one’s lactose intolerant body can conjure. As the valley girl in me would say… “groedy to the max”. If you have not heard… lots of yellow people like myself, are way lactose intolerant… So you say, you’re yellow? I don’t agree… I say, hey buddy… look at me… look at you… you are 6’1” dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. do you want to be grouped in the same category as me? I THOUGHT NOT…
My favorite yellow things:
- highlighter – my life as a big yellow highlighter…
- butter – need I tell you why? Just think creamy… just think popcorn without this marvelous invention… just think a life without butter
- yellow mazda miatas with a transverse turbo charged Nissan Sylvia motor… hint hint fat man with a beard and a red suit, who’s looking to come down my chimney on December 25th…
- corn. Isn’t it so fun to eat like 3 ears of corn, and watch it all come back to make you smile after you poop… you look into the toilet before you flush… hey that’s the corn from last night… giggle giggle…
- the sun… another final thought… think about life without the sun. but to all you highly intelligent, and universally knowledgeable and scientific white supremacists out there, I know what you’re thinking… saying that the sun is not yellow, it is white… I know that the sun is so damn hot, and so damn bright, it’s truthfully white… you can have it… So I look at most white folks, and ask them… So you hate everything yellow? Oh, okay, so no highlighters for you, and no butter for you, you like Crisco… no yellow mazda miata rice burners for you… oh sorry to get your panties in a twist… you want your white corvettes… and oh yeah, white corn and white robes and hoods… oops, my mom told me not to say that… my rebuttal is… I just have full confidence that when I pee it is yellow… and not white… u gonna’ live without yellow pee? I dare you…
I can truthfully say, that being a yellow man has its privileges. Not to go too deep into it… but I have clearly stated my mentors in comedy… And the fact that I’m one of maybe a thousand wannabie yellow folk has its benefit. But in all honesty… I’m very multi-cultural, and open to ideas that stretch one’s capacity and ability to think…
- I spent my earliest years with a Spanish speaking baby sitter, so from ages 1-5, I was hooked up with all the best and greatest, Mama’ loving.
- From ages 5-17… my folks moved me out to a very prestigious and wonderful suburb of NYC. I grew up knowing very little about us “yellow folk”… I was indoctrinated into the life of “the beav”…
- Gosh, 17-23, I spent in the hottest, gayest place on earth… HOTLANTA, G.A. Thank you K.P., RIP, for being my mentor into a world I never would have discovered on my own…
- So you know… 23 to the present… I’m not ashamed to tell you this… I’m 3 dozen years old… yeah to those not arithematically inclined, that makes me 36. So having been married to a most wonderful gal for about 10 years, I can say this… it’s been a long hard fought battle. My wife likes to throw things when we argue. Let’s just say… it’s good to be alive, and I’m sure glad that she played softball and not baseball in her formative years.
- I have two children. I call them little monster, and big monster… can I please hear a little noise from all the parents in the room? Thank you for sharing… live well and prosper…
One of my biggest reasons for doing what I do is to remember and highlight the importance of AWL SCIENCE. My brother Kanye West thinks that Bush is a racist, I think that the world without, Air Water & Love… the world without:
Smile, as much as you can
Charity, open up your wallet
Invigorate, I do yoga, do whatever you prefer
Educate, teach someone to read
No B.S., we all yearn for the truth
Community, it takes a group to make meaningful and 'real' change
Environment, we have only one Earth, take care of it!
Charity, open up your wallet
Invigorate, I do yoga, do whatever you prefer
Educate, teach someone to read
No B.S., we all yearn for the truth
Community, it takes a group to make meaningful and 'real' change
Environment, we have only one Earth, take care of it!
Is a lost space.
Bless you all, and God blessed me…
ONE LOVE… PEACE…
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
the 's' word...
So as far as things go this blog entry is about a word that I use very seldom. The word of the day is 'smash', or 'smashing'. A close friend of mine uses this term when meeting and doing the down and dirty with a female. It kills me to hear him say things like this because I am one of the parental types. The last thing I want to consider/ponder is a guy talking about 'smashing' my daughter. Or anyone's daughter for the matter. If you haven't ever met me in person, you may know or understand when I say this quite frankly.
The biggest/gravest situation on this planet that should take the forefront in every media space is the water poverty situation all around the less developed world. In fact there are stories and articles about the good folks in UAE having plenty of oil and money, but not enough potable water sources. What is all of those natural/man made resources without one of the most basic human needs? The world is all backwards and upside down... get a grip people. Please figure out what is truly important.
Tonight is a great night for television. I am just totally sucking up the new shows on the USA network. Their line of 'characters welcome' is so refreshing. I love the newness and the basic yet very detailed and almost educational portion of the shows that I'm watching with millions (hopefully) of others. Let's find out how to do this idea of characters welcome... I think each and everyday we would be better off if we all made time for our imaginations to run wild and actually act on those ideas. Think about how much fun it would be with the perverse nature of men, and the most pragmatic nature of women... Oh wait... that's why we dumb asses get married...
That's all for now.
Be well,
ymjk
hello from the home away from home...
to the strange world we live in...
cuckoo log:
meds: minimal, 25 mg. seroquel
phys. activity: minimal, talking, and imagineering...
food intake: home made food, made by my partner in crime...
So where does this bring us? Believe it or not, I was banned from my favorite internet hot spot, not by the managers or the customers of the business, but by my lovely spouse. Today most of my day was spent cleaning. When I get into it, I’m a very talented cleaning person… I don’t mean this to sound over-reaching, but I’m OCD in almost every aspect of my life. I love to exceed expectations, and I love to blow the notion of ‘normal’ out the window. Why is it so easy for me to be so different? I have no concrete idea to justify why and who I am, but I think I’m a creature created by this wonderful modern, sick and sad society we live in… Why is it that there are so many jerks around me? I don’t know… Maybe it’s due to the fact that there are 8-10 million inhabitants of the metro NYC area, and just by the law of averages, at the rate of 5-10 percent ‘jerkiness’, that leaves anywhere from 400,000 -1,000,000 jerks around me.
How sad that sounds to you, really differs on your capacity to ignore the foolishness… my ability to ignore is not very good. At this moment, my 6 year old son is licking a humongous Charms cherry lollipop. The piece of candy is as big as ½ of his fully open mouth. Sort of daunting to think of all the candy that gets thrown out after a few weeks… I’d like to guess in the millions of pounds… if there are something to the effect of 310,000,000 people in the USA
I want to cut and paste the text of the “I have a Dream” speech. Here you go:
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice.
It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.
So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
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