Friday, February 2, 2018

Sharper than a Spoon

Once upon a time there lived a very interesting conversation.

This very interesting conversation involved many different voices.

These many different voices within this very interesting conversation all sounded alike.

They were in fact the same voice which in turn added to the level of interestingness of this very interesting conversation.

However (pause for effect) since this very interesting conversation resided solely behind a pair of blue eyes, every time that these blue eyes blinked this very interesting conversation disappeared.

Yes. I say yes to the question that nobody is asking because nobody is reading this.

Yes. Yes is the answer to the question that nobody is asking. If someone were by any remote chance to in fact be reading this, then there is a possibility that they in turn would also possibly have a possible question. It is a possibility.

Maybe. The answer to the likelihood of the question that this somebody who I once thought was nobody was asking was the very same question that the initial response of yes was intended to answer.

No. The answer to the question regarding the likelihood of any of this making any sense. Reframed more concisely and perhaps even more accurately and in the form of a question, is any of this making any sense?

More importantly and perhaps even more significantly, yes (and I do mean yes), yes can be made to answer a whole host of questions which when reverse-engineered in turn create a limitless host of endless possibilities that possibly seem to go on and on and on.

Yes. Yes it is I who own these blue eyes that in essence have had the ability to cause this conversation to fully disappear without a trace.

Yes. Yes it is I that am engaged in a delightful conversation with myself.

And by now you may have realized that framing the description of the conversation as very interesting indeed is in fact a purely subjective opinion and by subjective I mean to say that is is solely my opinion and not necessarily the opinion of the individual writing this very blog which you, as nobody (or possibly even somebody), is reading.

I could go on. And if I went on beyond that on, then in fact it would be more accurate to state that I could go on and on. Suffice it to say that I will not.

I am pleased that I was able to figure out how to get back into this blog. So I had to write something, right?

Right?

Write. Which is what I just did.



Sunday, March 24, 2013

Wood Yuh LIK 2 Smile

My son just told me he was thirsty.

I said to myself, “This quest for liquid refreshment is merely a ploy!” He read my mind and replied, “Dad, I’m really thirsty, I’m not lying.”

His quick defense confirmed my assumption. Have you ever felt that way? If you are a parent, I know you have. You see, the context behind the content of his statement regarding a simple request for a glass of water is this; he does not want to go to bed.

So, I, in the deep thought process to which I currently found myself lost, in an attempt to expedite our pleasantries, offered his thirst a sip of my soda. I know, bad parent. But the glass was really merely ice remnants with slightly flavored water remaining.

“I can’t drink pop, I’ll get in trouble.”

The ploy for sleep avoidance continued. And as lazy as I am, I chose not to get up and go downstairs but merely held the glass of ice-soda-water to his mouth.

“Dad, my heart will pop.”

“Huh.”

“Yes dad, if I drink soda at night my heart will pop.”

Followed by, “I’ll get in trouble.”

Dare I say, when faced with up to 30 minutes of ongoing dialogue about all things complicated, I chose the simple route.

“Here is your ice water.”

“Thanks dad”

“Now get to bed or I’ll make your butt pop.”

Friday, October 12, 2012

Holm Skooled

"Every child is an artist, the problem is staying an artist when you grow up” – Pablo Picasso


So I aint got much to say ‘bout raisin childrens…excepting maybe this….

When we think we know the limits of our children, we may be stifling their potential. For example, if I focus on the importance of calling Lego instructions “the directions” and I stumble to correct when my son says “where’s the map?” I may be missing out on the possibilities.

Micah built these without the “directions” but he sure was good at following the “map.”

Perhaps my job isn't to teach...but to be amazed and awestruck by all of the learning.

That which we love will indeed flourish.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin

            I can honestly say that I have never personally known Sigmund Freud, though we have at times had consistent traveling companions, comrades if you will. His contribution to the study of the mind can not be overstated and he also had some truly whacked out ideas.

It's all really just about dialectics when you think about it....

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Just Once...

Whenever a new story begins and an old story ends...good times are on the horizon.

Of courses, we all have our own perceptions and preferences and preconceived notions and...

...and I myself love stories that begin, "Once upon a time..." and somewhere down the road end, "...and they lived happily ever after."

If that's not how your story ends, it's not over yet.