The admirable ones...

The flip side...

The few I admire...

Drivers who don't make me carsick, or nervous.

Men who leave your bathroom spick-and-span, with the toilet seat down, and the lid down. Wow. One in a million. I've witnessed two in my entire life.

At work, those who are really smart, fast, and helpful in a modest, unselfish way.

The husband who calls his wife and kids from work, and speaks with a good voice and words. I've only witnessed one person who behaves like this. (The others snap at their wives and kids.)

Nice Big Road Blocks

People's personalities are evident in all faces of life. So they say you can judge a person by how they drive. I guess you can judge a person by many such things.

The road blocks...

A grown man who can't tie his hai dai properly, because of stubbornness or inability to learn, or both, also doesn't change any other behavior once started.

A person who has furniture and wall hangings falling on your head and crashing to the ground, also has no other foundations nor preparations for the future.

A person who simplifies and underestimates, due to lack of comprehension, (somewhat Bush-like and Republican-like), yet charges forth while not learning, can only go that far.

Perhaps for some, they have made the best of their abilities and background. The same point could be one person's best and another person's worst. One end and one beginning.

My pet peeve. Or, actually more of a fundamental peeve.

The Gift of the Sea

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity -- in freedom in the sense that dancers are free barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern. The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation but in living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands; one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits ... islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh
from The Gift of the Sea

A beautiful waltz

This song was in my head a few days ago, and it happened to be the couple's first dance at the wedding tonight. I'd pick it for my song too. I heard both the bride and groom were crying after the ceremony, and he looked like he was nearly going to cry after the dance as well. I could have cried watching them dance to this song. So this is true love.... There's a poem they had read during the ceremony that I'll have to find and reprint here as well.

Annie's Song

You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

by John Denver

City of Dreams

What do I have to offer?

http://www.nytimes.com/specials/chinarises/intro/index.html

What are people's dreams?

Sex and the City

Why does a person still sleep with someone she knows she can't marry? Is it an addiction too hard to shake? Is it a hope that the person will magically become marriageable material? Is it an inability to be alone for a day? Maybe addiction causes denial of character flaws and blindness to bad treatment.

Of all the choices. Seeing this, rather than be with someone non-marriageable, I'd rather, in descending order:

Be with someone marriageable who loves me.
Not be with someone marriageable who loves me.
Not be with someone non-marriageable who does not love me.

Or, just be. Single. No ranking in the descending order of being.

It's better to not be able to be with someone you love, than to be with someone who sucks. Maybe it's just the sight of middle-aged little boys that annoys me.

Note that to be "non-marriageable", a person must have major character flaws, causing anyone who cares about the person involved to be unable to allow the person to marry him or her.

Easter

For how long do people pass in and out of your life. The newspaper just reminded me that yesterday was Easter Sunday. It's been ten years since freshman year when our frosh dormmate passed away on Easter Sunday. This always makes me think of the passage of time.

How many people from college days are still in my life today? How many people from today will still be in my life at some point later?

Blues

I just watched the first six episodes of Sex in the City.

A man's intelligence really is inversely proportional to the size of his hands. Granted there's some genetics involved, I don't think it's actually because of the amount of manual labor one does, but of how one does it. Ie. intelligently or in a brute way that makes one's hands humongous.

I went blues dancing last Friday. The afterthought was disappointing. The more I thought about it the less it seemed to be blues dancing. It was entirely different from the real blues lesson I had down in Sunnyvale. The clincher that "blues dancing is anything you want it to be" by the love-fest woman. Is that what she says of tango too? If anything were anything one wanted it to be, why would it even have a name, specifically... blues? Do you really experience freedom?

Not all people need to dance ultra close to complete strangers and dance blues "because they want to be close to someone." Do you really experience closeness? Frankly, that's sad. It's fake. And that's it, it felt like an evening of fake blues. Dance close to someone you know and love. Or dance to make a beautiful dance.