I am a writer. I always have been and I always will be. But I’ve never been able to truly say what’s on my mind. Why is that? Don’t I have poetic license? Aren’t writers the true historians of society? What’s holding me back? All of these questions motivated me to research and this is what I’ve found.
According to the First Amendment of the Constitution, “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.” Hmmm…that means that I can say what I want, in truth, without any repercussions from our system of government. Hold on to that while I read from the Declaration of Independence. It states that I have “certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
These two documents allow me to say my piece, without harm done to me, as long as I don’t intrude on anyone else’s unalienable rights. How objective of our legislature! It seems the other factor is the Court of Public Opinion.
Everyone is online nowadays. And while I am still in the work force, I am subject to be researched regarding my online activities. Upon finding my name in Google, one may be directed to my blog and therefore disagree with some of my views. At one time I was careful about my topic choice and explanations of my views. I’m past that now. I can no longer be true to myself and my craft by stifling my passions.
Many have been criticized, ostracized and ousted for their statements via FaceBook, Twitter and other sites. Is this what our society has become -- some thin-skinned ghostly remnant of what our forefathers conceived? Are we incapable of being open-minded and truly enjoying the opinions of others without causing some loss of income, posture or other unfortunate circumstance? I’d like to think that there are many who agree with me but dare not use their voice. I’m not noble enough to be their proxy. I’m sure there are those who disagree with me and will tell me so in “no uncertain terms.” I’m not humble enough to assuage them.
Many of us make our decisions based on our own set of values and frames of reference, as well we should. But often we forget that everyone doesn’t value the same thing and/or doesn’t have the same references. That being said, if I miss out on a job opportunity or ruffle some church-folk feathers or even miss an invitation or two, I have to stay true to myself.
This is simply a conjecture -- I will use poetic license to tell the truth, as I see it. No holds barred; no excuses. I will use my First Amendment right, while I still can, and I will do my best not to intrude upon anyone else’s life, liberty or their pursuits of happiness.
Until next time…
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Train Up a Child
Everyone has a sob story -- a way of telling what has happened to us that was so terrible and horrendous and sets us apart from everyone else. Especially about our childhoods. Sorry, but this is not one of those stories. I, for one, quite enjoyed my childhood -- and so did many others that grew up with me. Let me explain.
For those of you who don't know, I grew up in church -- Sundays, Tuesdays and Fridays, rehearsals on Saturdays and throw in conventions and meetings and...like I said, I "grew up" in church. But I wasn't alone. Besides my siblings, there were many other children who were involved in the same activities from ushering, to choirs to plays -- we all grew up together.
This past Saturday, I had the privilege of attending the Pastoral Installation service of one of these such children. I was elated and overjoyed to say the least. We had wonderful leaders, great examples and role models galore. I can't think of a more honored or burdened person. Being a Pastor is an important job and I keep my brother Fred, Frazier, Damian, Derrick, and Greg in my prayers.
For those of you who don't know, I grew up in church -- Sundays, Tuesdays and Fridays, rehearsals on Saturdays and throw in conventions and meetings and...like I said, I "grew up" in church. But I wasn't alone. Besides my siblings, there were many other children who were involved in the same activities from ushering, to choirs to plays -- we all grew up together.
This past Saturday, I had the privilege of attending the Pastoral Installation service of one of these such children. I was elated and overjoyed to say the least. We had wonderful leaders, great examples and role models galore. I can't think of a more honored or burdened person. Being a Pastor is an important job and I keep my brother Fred, Frazier, Damian, Derrick, and Greg in my prayers.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
The White House Tour
One of the best things about having a bit more free time lately has been the opportunity to indulge. And, since I love my city immensely, I can find dozens of things to enjoy about it. The most recent, The White House. Thanks to a lovely young lady (networking matters), I was offered the opportunity to join a group tour of this landmark and now wish to share it with you.
First, some logistics. While tours are free, they must be scheduled through your Congressman. Due to security precautions, quite a few items are not allowed; there is a website devoted to this information as well as a telephone number. Pictures are not allowed, so my memory and use of vocabulary is going to paint your picture. You cannot use the executive washroom, view the Oval Office or Lincoln Bedroom, or visit any of the private living quarters.
The most disturbing feature of the entire experience actually occurred on the grounds prior to entering the house. I spotted an armed guard, rifle at the ready, between the trees. While understanding the need for his presence, it was disheartening nonetheless. My sense of security lay in the fact that there were more that I could NOT see who were just as armed and just as ready. Thus begins our tour.
In the Main Visitor's entrance are large collections of photos of the different first families enjoying weddings and pets, entertaining foreign diplomats and signing legislature, making speeches and living their everyday lives. You're allowed to peak into the library which has a beautiful chandelier as well as the Vermeil and China rooms which seemed a bit sparse on furniture but housed portraits of first ladies and sparkling chandeliers as well.
The next stop is the East Room which has a variety of purposes including press conferences, receptions, etc. Then begins the trio of colored rooms, my favorite being the Blue Room due to its view of the Washington Monument. The Green and Red Rooms were equally impressive, though a bit ornate for ordinary use. Quite a bit of history lies in these rooms like clocks and furniture chosen by former Presidents. Most of the furniture is old, early 19th century but looks barely used. On to the State Dining Room.
It doesn't look like it but it can seat between 130 and 140 guests and is the home of the fireplace with the John Adams quotation carved into the mantel - "I Pray Heaven to Bestow the Best of Blessings on THIS HOUSE and All that shall hereafter inhabit it. May none but Honest and Wise Men ever rule under this Roof."
Prior to exiting, you stroll through the Entrance Hall and view more artifacts and portraits, the construction and renovation dates (carved into the floor) and the impressive Presidential seal which resides above the Blue Room entrance. Exiting into the sunshine, I feel a sense of pride. I love this house; it represents me, us, America. I encourage every citizen to visit this historic home at least once in your lifetime. It's an experience you will never forget.
First, some logistics. While tours are free, they must be scheduled through your Congressman. Due to security precautions, quite a few items are not allowed; there is a website devoted to this information as well as a telephone number. Pictures are not allowed, so my memory and use of vocabulary is going to paint your picture. You cannot use the executive washroom, view the Oval Office or Lincoln Bedroom, or visit any of the private living quarters.
The most disturbing feature of the entire experience actually occurred on the grounds prior to entering the house. I spotted an armed guard, rifle at the ready, between the trees. While understanding the need for his presence, it was disheartening nonetheless. My sense of security lay in the fact that there were more that I could NOT see who were just as armed and just as ready. Thus begins our tour.
In the Main Visitor's entrance are large collections of photos of the different first families enjoying weddings and pets, entertaining foreign diplomats and signing legislature, making speeches and living their everyday lives. You're allowed to peak into the library which has a beautiful chandelier as well as the Vermeil and China rooms which seemed a bit sparse on furniture but housed portraits of first ladies and sparkling chandeliers as well.
The next stop is the East Room which has a variety of purposes including press conferences, receptions, etc. Then begins the trio of colored rooms, my favorite being the Blue Room due to its view of the Washington Monument. The Green and Red Rooms were equally impressive, though a bit ornate for ordinary use. Quite a bit of history lies in these rooms like clocks and furniture chosen by former Presidents. Most of the furniture is old, early 19th century but looks barely used. On to the State Dining Room.
It doesn't look like it but it can seat between 130 and 140 guests and is the home of the fireplace with the John Adams quotation carved into the mantel - "I Pray Heaven to Bestow the Best of Blessings on THIS HOUSE and All that shall hereafter inhabit it. May none but Honest and Wise Men ever rule under this Roof."
Prior to exiting, you stroll through the Entrance Hall and view more artifacts and portraits, the construction and renovation dates (carved into the floor) and the impressive Presidential seal which resides above the Blue Room entrance. Exiting into the sunshine, I feel a sense of pride. I love this house; it represents me, us, America. I encourage every citizen to visit this historic home at least once in your lifetime. It's an experience you will never forget.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The 5-Minute Management Course
Lesson 1:
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.
When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.' After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'
'It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies.
'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'
Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.
Lesson 2:
A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'
The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'
The priest apologized. 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'
Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'
Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
Lesson 3:
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'
'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.' Puff! She's gone.
'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.' Puff! He's gone.
'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'
Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.
Lesson 4:
An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'
The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'
So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.
Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.
Lesson 5:
A turkey was chatting with a bull. 'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.' 'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.'
The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.
Moral of the story:
Bull $#%* might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.
Lesson 6:
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.
Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who poops on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of poop is your friend..
(3) And when you're in deep poop, it's best to keep your mouth shut!
THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE.
I hope it made your day.
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.
When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.' After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'
'It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies.
'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'
Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.
Lesson 2:
A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'
The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'
The priest apologized. 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'
Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'
Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
Lesson 3:
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'
'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.' Puff! She's gone.
'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.' Puff! He's gone.
'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'
Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.
Lesson 4:
An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'
The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'
So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.
Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.
Lesson 5:
A turkey was chatting with a bull. 'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.' 'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.'
The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.
Moral of the story:
Bull $#%* might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.
Lesson 6:
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.
Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who poops on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of poop is your friend..
(3) And when you're in deep poop, it's best to keep your mouth shut!
THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE.
I hope it made your day.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
We Are the World 25
In essence, I LOVE IT! Of course, we all know that I'm a sucker for people showing they care about others. This is the ultimate. I was in love with the first one too -- as well as Hands Across America. But let's discuss some differences between the two versions of the Ritchie/Jackson hit.
RAP Break
Missing in the original which was made when rap was still in its infancy, the remix is littered with rappers. Most impressive was the LL Cool J section. The others are only worthy of mention for their participation in the project, not their musical rendition.
Youngsters
Stars who were only children, or still in cell stages, when the original song was produced are now included. I have mixed emotions on that one. I don't see the remix as an improvement, though it still nice. But I would have liked to see one of the young producers -- Wyclef, P. Diddy -- pull together the new stars and crank out their own hit for this generation. I'm not mad about the piggy-backing since no one can quite imitate Quincy Jones.
MJ
Sure the glittering glove, sparkling jacket and dazzling smile of Michael Jackson were infused digitally but the man himself wasn't a part of the project, for obvious reasons. The remake is a great way to pay homage.
Reviews
The original wasn't well received and their is are mixed emotions regarding the remix. Only time will tell.
We all have our favorite stars and those we'd have like to work on the project and folks seem to want to voice more negative than positive opinions. I hope this one goes on the positive side. I'm overjoyed to see artists give back and I like "feel good" music. Again, I LOVE IT!
Wanna read more about it? Check out:
original -->http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We_Are_the_World
remake -->http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1632097/20100217/bieber_justin.jhtml
Lyrics --> http://www.lyrics007.com/Michael%20Jackson%20Lyrics/We%20Are%20the%20World%20Lyrics.html
RAP Break
Missing in the original which was made when rap was still in its infancy, the remix is littered with rappers. Most impressive was the LL Cool J section. The others are only worthy of mention for their participation in the project, not their musical rendition.
Youngsters
Stars who were only children, or still in cell stages, when the original song was produced are now included. I have mixed emotions on that one. I don't see the remix as an improvement, though it still nice. But I would have liked to see one of the young producers -- Wyclef, P. Diddy -- pull together the new stars and crank out their own hit for this generation. I'm not mad about the piggy-backing since no one can quite imitate Quincy Jones.
MJ
Sure the glittering glove, sparkling jacket and dazzling smile of Michael Jackson were infused digitally but the man himself wasn't a part of the project, for obvious reasons. The remake is a great way to pay homage.
Reviews
The original wasn't well received and their is are mixed emotions regarding the remix. Only time will tell.
We all have our favorite stars and those we'd have like to work on the project and folks seem to want to voice more negative than positive opinions. I hope this one goes on the positive side. I'm overjoyed to see artists give back and I like "feel good" music. Again, I LOVE IT!
Wanna read more about it? Check out:
original -->http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We_Are_the_World
remake -->http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1632097/20100217/bieber_justin.jhtml
Lyrics --> http://www.lyrics007.com/Michael%20Jackson%20Lyrics/We%20Are%20the%20World%20Lyrics.html
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Teaism -- two lumps of courtesy please
It seems that lately everything related to the nation's capital is unsavory. Are we losing our distinct label of class and conservatism? Before I get too far away, let me clue you in on a situtation. Beware: you will be privy to as many details as I have and left to jump to your own, informed, conclusion.
Teaism is a "teahouse" in DC with several locations. I have nicknamed them the "Starbucks of Tea." It's a tea lover's dream store. You can purchase teas and snacks and ... sorry, I'm drooling on the keyboard. I can sum it up with -- I really like this place. Or, at least I did.
MeetUp is a website that helps you meet people so that you can get off the internet (novel idea for all those laptop potatoes out there). There are literally thousands of groups in every hobby/interest area imaginable and most regularly hold "meetups" (events) in and around the area. Depending on the group, some are outdoors or potluck, the location may vary. But for many groups including knitters and book clubs, they tend to choose quiet settings with good food and drink. Many have partnered with Teaism.
According to Teaism's website in the Events section, "We host meetings and gatherings for many groups: board meetings for volunteer groups, networking gatherings, training meetings, speed dating sessions, panel discussions for professional associations. If you have a group that needs a location for a gathering, or if you would like Teaism to cater your next special event, please call..."
I've always known them to be accomodating and extremely helpful whenever I've attended functions there or stopped in for a quick cup of "Jill" (my tea alternative to "joe" for coffee...ok, it's lame but so what). Anywho...I was surprised, disturbed, dismayed and a host of other unhappy adjectives when I read the following email from the Co-owner of Teaism to a MeetUp group owner.
What's next for Teaism? What's next for MeetUp? What's next for my blog?
Stay safe...until next time.
I've always known them to be accomodating and extremely helpful whenever I've attended functions there or stopped in for a quick cup of "Jill" (my tea alternative to "joe" for coffee...ok, it's lame but so what). Anywho...I was surprised, disturbed, dismayed and a host of other unhappy adjectives when I read the following email from the Co-owner of Teaism to a MeetUp group owner.
"I have nothing different to say than what I told you when you brought your group to Teaism for a three hour lunch. Meet-ups have overwhelmed our restaurant. We do not want Meet-ups or any groups visiting our restarant with the focus of meeting and not dining. We are a restaurant. I'm sure there are restaurants that are suffering and need your groups $100. I'm sorry if you don't get it. When you own your restaurant and are forced to make these decisions you may make them based on your sense of what good service is. I am running a business and make business decisions. And you can believe that I know how to do the math. I appreciate that you have alerted the Meet-Up List to our dilemma. It may reduce the pressure of my managers to micro-manage each and every group having "meetings" in my restaurant. I can understand your indignation, but Teaism has been dealing with "Meet-Ups" for years now. We are clear about how this all works."After reading this, I was outraged. Besides wanting to tear each sentence apart and make her severely eat her words, I also wanted to point out some very poor business habits that are surfacing early on in the life of her "restaurant." Teaism has only been open since 1996, don't go thinking you're a DC staple just yet. The only thing I really wish to address via this blog, besides her clear lack of customer service skills, is her lack of business-savvy. You have not only put your feelings in writing but you've sent it electronically. Does she not know her history -- the number of businessmen who have been brought down due to an email or memo? Tsk, tsk, tsk...
What's next for Teaism? What's next for MeetUp? What's next for my blog?
Stay safe...until next time.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I'm Thankful!
Now that the holidays have begun, I've had some time to think back over the past year and realize my blessings. My motto for 2009 was Make It Happen and in many ways I did. I achieved many of the goals I'd placed on my list for the year and I'm thankful for that. I have noticed though, that I feel a bit unfulfilled. Let me elaborate: I volunteer at the Kennedy Center once a week and though I've met some very nice people, enjoyed some wonderful shows and been involved in some great events, I just don't feel I am "giving" enough. By popular opinion, most of the patrons pretty much have it "together."
Now I'm not looking to become Mother Teresa or Mahatma Ghandi or even MLK, but I would like to be of more assistance to those in need -- those who can better benefit from the varied skill-sets I possess. So, even though I have personal goals for 2010, my motto is simple -- Be An Inspiration. I'm not quite sure how I'll go about it but I will do my best to "let my light so shine..."
That said, one of my major goals for next year is to build my portfolio. Yeah, I'm thinking early retirement folks and with no offspring to scratch my back and feed me strained peas, I'll have to find a way to pay for such luxuries. So between CDs at my local bank and varied stocks and bonds, I'll be building a financial portfolio in the next 12 months. Beware: I'll be sharing the information with you. Feel free to send tips my way too -- unless you're Martha Stewart or that guy from Enron.
I've come a long way from where I was just a few short years ago -- mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually and financially.
To close, I want to share the following (thanks Stacy):
At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us. (Albert Schweitzer)
Thanks to those who have challenged me to be better, kindly (or not so kindly) spoken the truth when staying silent would have been easier, and loved me unconditionally during my transformation.
May the best of your 2009 be the worst of your 2010.
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