Friday, September 30, 2005

Maybe it's time... I peel my contacts off my eyeballs, I realize that maybe I really should consider surgery on my eyes. I can only stand my toric contact lenses for about six hours before I'm ready for glasses again. But glasses seem to congest me...I know that sounds weird. It'd be nice to be able to try on a pair of sunglasses in the store and clearly see what they look like on me. Well, you still have to use your imagination and pretend not to see the huge plastic dohicky with the price on it...but none the less, I'd really like that.

On Tuesday, I got my haircut...last short cut of the year. I'll likely let it grow out a little longer during the colder months. I'd really dig a long hair style...but it's just never been me. :(

Sunday is Extreme Home Makeover...and it features a house out in Peyton, Colorado. About 20-30 people are coming over for that. I think I can find any excuse to have a social gathering...I'm way too sanguine.

Happy Friday all...have a good weekend!

Thursday, September 29, 2005


I go through strange phases of eating extremely healthy, and then forgetting completely about what is going in my body. Today was a healthy day. I had a yogurt and then a pear for breakfast. I've never really considered myself a huge pear fan, but they are truely growing on me. Maybe I've been drinking so much wine that I'm tasting fruit in a different way now? Some white wines definately have a pear-type taste to them.

After lunch I had an apple. The "gala" apple I had was particularly attuned to my preferences. Crunchy, just a touch of sourness, and extremely juicy.

Does life get any better than having good food? ;)

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Comfort in distance...or is it?

I've often wondered what is it that causes us do break down the distance between ourselves and others...a distance that is often very comfortable. The distance is expected, at least in our society (the U.S.), however, I didn't grow up in this society, so I often times trespass on this gap between myself and those that cross my path.

I'm very much into eye contact. I've no idea why. I recall a friend in college...well, he wasn't a friend the first time I met him, but he became one soon after. I recall his eyes meeting mine and seeing the most sadness and loneliness I'd ever seen. In a school of over 50,000 could someone be lonely? Oh yes...the established distance thing.

Anyhow, not being shy and often times speaking my mind, I marched right up to him, introduced myself, and asked if he wanted to grab some lunch. Lunch, at this point in my life, usually consisted of a two dollar calzone at one of the many food stands that surrounded the campus.

I remember my church being the closest people in my life at that time. Even there, I still kept a very healthy distance between the real me, and what I thought others could handle seeing...that was cool with me, and very comfortable. Many said that they shared things with me that they had never shared with anyone except God. "Bizarre," I thought to myself, "they don't like sharing what they don't like about themselves with someone who already knows it's there...". I never did understand the masks that folks put on before themselves and their beliefs...honesty between themselves and God would seem to be a good foundation, aye?

More recently, a coworker opened up to me. He is a really great person, and has no idea of that. He so fears rejection, that he's not letting others see the real him. But I see the real him, and it's not near the downer that he expected. I forgot to mention that I trespassed on his comfortable buffer zone, but I'm sure you'd of figured that out by now.

Physcially, if we all have a 3 foot bubble zone, I've decided mine is about an inch. That could be from growing up in Japan. Intellectually (or even spiritually), I think our buffer zone is much larger. Mine is again, about an inch. This doesn't mean I share everything about myself with other folks...but when asked, I've no problem unmasking what I have to say. I've definately decided that a tactful, honest approach is so much better than a sugar-coated, sythetic answer that most give.

Do I want to be accepted, etc.? Of course I do. But I want to be accepted for who I am and for whom I'm trying to become, not someone that I'm not nor any desire of ever becoming.

Monday, September 26, 2005


I admit it...I was completely addicted to a reality TV show, namely, Rockstar: INXS. It involved the 80's band seeking out a new lead singer to front their band. The show ran 10 weeks, with each week eliminating one (one week it was two!) of the 15 singers who were trying out.

Unlike American Idol, many of these folks were trained and often performing either in their own bands, in musical plays, etc. Most were simply amazing to listen to and watch. The band did an incredible job challenging each singer. Often times, you'd think a song was perfect for a singer, only to see that it had a few notes or style that was a challenge for them.

In the end, it came down to Marty Casey, a great grunge singer, Mig Aeysa, Australian singer who performs Queens: We Will Rock You musical, and J.D. Fortune, the dangerous bad boy.

J.D. won it all. He matured during the show, had some great musical arrangements, and is a very talented song writer. As much as I wanted Marty or Mig to win it, once J.D. started singing, "What you need", I knew he was the best fit for the band.

Cheers to INXS for an entertaining 10 week show.