Category Archives: a few of my paborito things…


I’ve mentioned here before that Ron was the first blogger I began following.  Heretofore I’ve concerned myself almost exclusively with Where the Rubber Meets the Road, his thinking blog.

One day Ron posted a poem, and it was beautiful.  He kept writing them and posting them, and then he decided that he may as well use a different blog for his poetry since it was taking on such a magnificent life of its own.

Poetry for me is like comedy.  It’s really hard to nail.  I can’t stand cheese.  I cringe at forced sentiment.  And as a sufferer of energetic tackiness, I get really uncomfortable when people try too hard.

Ron’s poetry is guilty of none of those things.  It is honest and pure and communicates to a part of my brain that responds comfortably and curiously.  I often read a poem, walk away, and then come back and read it again, because there’s more to be had from them than can be taken in a single sitting.  But they’re very digestible in one go, as well…I’ve really been impressed.

And now he’s outdone himself.  This last poem was so excellent…It has been some time since so few words so quickly transported me to another place entirely.  I was reminded of Cohen and Waits and I think that at the very least, you’re going to really enjoy it.  Hungry?  Then,


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Contend…the best you can.

Who doesn’t like Abraham Maslow?  I know this is taking most of you back to a 101 class of some sort – one of those soft sciences most likely:  Criminal Law, Psychology, Sociology, etc.  But seriously – who wouldn’t love this face?

Like Santa shaved his beard, am I right?

Something you all probably know about him is that he’s most famous for his “Hierarchy of Needs”.  Boy, I love this gem of psycho-social theory.  I don’t know if Maslow understood how much potential that little pyramid had for healing.  When I worked with young people, it featured prominently in my one-to-one work with them; when I managed, it was always on the wall in the office.

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9 Reasons why being a grown-up is awesome

1. Buying stuff before you run out

While borrowing stuff from one’s flatmates (toothpaste, shampoo, toilet paper) is okay, it’s not ideal.  There’s nothing worse than the DOH! moment of realization when, toothbrush-in-hand, hair-all-wet, or – better yet – sat-upon-the-throne, one stares helplessly into the great beyond because one no longer has flatmates.  The questions that inevitably follow (Can one brush one’s teeth with mouthwash?  Can one wash one’s hair with conditioner?  Can one make it to the other room where one’s sure there are some tissues/papertowels/old newspapers?) invoke the sort of humility most commonly sought after by devout monks and penitent prisoners.  The alternative, however, is the smug feeling of knowing, as one squeezes the 5th-to-last helping of toothpaste out of the tube, that there exists one or more (2-for-1 sale!) additional tubes in the cupboard below the sink.  Aw, yeah.

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On the joys of the unattainable

I’ve been doing yoga for just over a year now.  It really struck me as amusing this morning when I realized that the anniversary of ths profoundly life-altering decision had come and gone sans my attention to it.  (Anybody who regularly reads this blog will know I’m a sucker for anniversaries).

It’s not that it’s been a year since the first time I got into downward-facing dog pose – actually, a friend from long ago, J, introduced me to yoga nearly a decade back, and I knew then how special and extraordinary it was.  But I was clueless as to how it could fit into my life.

Not long before we left for the Philippines, Chris suggested we enroll in a yoga class in London.  Having someone with whom to enroll took all the fear out of it for me (I was shockingly unfit at the time), and I never hesitated for a second.  That lasted 6 weeks, though, and then we were off, visiting France (where we did a few asanas, but nothing that impressive), road-tripping around the U.S. (where we did exactly nothing for more than a month), and then making our way to the Philippines, where copious amounts of stress, heat and humidity for the first few months meant that – in spite of that being the picture-perfect scenario for getting my practice up and running – yoga was forgotten again for a while. The running excuse was that we didn’t have mats.

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More wise words from my favorite wise man*

“America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves…they mock themselves and glorify their betters…Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue…Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money.  They will not acknowledge how in fact hard money is to come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves.  This inward blame has been a treasure for the rich and powerful, who have had to do less for their poor, publicly and privately, than any other ruling class since, say, Napoleonic times.  Many novelties have come from America.  The most startling of these, a thing without precedent, is a mass of undignified poor.  They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.”

— Kurt Vonnegut

*Thanks to another wise man who brought this eloquent passage to my attention.

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