05 May 2008
Scenes From the Walk...
I'm going to try and share some of the images from the Walk... First, some of the signs that helped remind us why we were there...
03 May 2008
LIVE!
Lunch is over and I'm back on the walk... 9.5 down, 16.7 to go. Can feel the beginning of a blister, so I applies some anti-blister cream.
Gotta stretch the muscles back out from the break..
Feeling GREAT!
Gotta stretch the muscles back out from the break..
Feeling GREAT!
LIVE!
9.5 miles and at the lunch stop... This is an amazing experience... THANK you to everyone who helped me get here...
LIVE! From the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer
8 miles down... Have just passed Arlington and the Iwo Jima memorial...
02 May 2008
Excitedly Ready to Walk
Here we are... it's TIME.
I'm writing from Washington, DC. It was an amazing rush to check into the Avon Registration center. There were SO many people! To know that each walker had raised at least a minimum of $1,800... the math gets impressive quickly.
I want to thank everyone who helped me get here. We've raised $2,300 in honor of Ellicia!! $2,300 to help fight this disease. $2,300 more to reduce the spread of this horror.
Tomorrow, the walk...
I'm writing from Washington, DC. It was an amazing rush to check into the Avon Registration center. There were SO many people! To know that each walker had raised at least a minimum of $1,800... the math gets impressive quickly.
I want to thank everyone who helped me get here. We've raised $2,300 in honor of Ellicia!! $2,300 to help fight this disease. $2,300 more to reduce the spread of this horror.
Tomorrow, the walk...
Birthdays Lost...
... But not forgotten.
Today is 02 May. Ellicia would have been 41 today.
It's notable to me now how I've managed to move from this being a Day of Celebration to a Day of Grief... To a Day of Remembrance and Honor.
I think it's no small cosmic coincidence that the closest Avon Walk for Breast Cancer to me is in Washington, D.C. On the weekend of Ellicia's birthday, no less. I register/check-in tonight, on her birthday.
It is a truth of this disease (and so many others) that it's "below the radar" for many until it touches them personally; and then, when it's over, it fades from view again. The hectic routine of "Daily Life" reasserts its firm grasp on our attention span - as it should.
I am honored and humbled by the support that has poured forth for this walk
Cancer Walk for Ellicia
I'd like to announce that I've decided to partake in the Avon - Walk for Breast Cancer.
The walk will be 26.2 miles long, or more recognizable as the length of a marathon. I think that's significant as battling cancer is often best thought in terms of a marathon - it's a long race.
I'll be walking in Washington, DC - where Ellicia found special memories on our last trip. And significantly, it's the weekend of her birthday - she would have been 41.
Avon's foundation requires a commitment to ensure the successful goal of the walkers. Each walker must make a commitment of a minimum of $1800 in contributions.
I am asking for YOUR help. I'd like to blow past that goal, personally. Breast cancer, like so many cancers, is a horrible disease. We need to keep funding the research to DEFEAT this disease - before it claims too many more of our mothers, wives, daughters, sisters... and little known fact, the men in our society, too.
Please, go to my Avon website where you can donate directly.
If that doesn't work, then you can also click the button below, and those donations will go 100% to the walk.
Thank you for your support. It'll be a long, hard walk... but, as Ellicia taught me, anything is possible.
A special thank you to the following blogs for highlighting our cause:
The walk will be 26.2 miles long, or more recognizable as the length of a marathon. I think that's significant as battling cancer is often best thought in terms of a marathon - it's a long race.
I'll be walking in Washington, DC - where Ellicia found special memories on our last trip. And significantly, it's the weekend of her birthday - she would have been 41.
Avon's foundation requires a commitment to ensure the successful goal of the walkers. Each walker must make a commitment of a minimum of $1800 in contributions.
I am asking for YOUR help. I'd like to blow past that goal, personally. Breast cancer, like so many cancers, is a horrible disease. We need to keep funding the research to DEFEAT this disease - before it claims too many more of our mothers, wives, daughters, sisters... and little known fact, the men in our society, too.
Please, go to my Avon website where you can donate directly.
If that doesn't work, then you can also click the button below, and those donations will go 100% to the walk.
Thank you for your support. It'll be a long, hard walk... but, as Ellicia taught me, anything is possible.
A special thank you to the following blogs for highlighting our cause:
- Tanker Brothers
- Blackfive
- Love, Mom (Notes from the Fridge)
- Here, There, and Back Again
- Most Certainly Not!
- SpouseBUZZ
24 April 2008
A Rare Experience!
Langley AFB is hosting its AirPower Over Hampton Roads airshow on 21 and 22 June.
Disappointingly, the Thunderbirds will not be performing due to a scheduling conflict.
So, there will be a stand-in.
A Team that hasn't performed in America in 15 years…
The Royal Air Force Red Arrows are coming to perform. This will be a rare, and special treat. I cannot WAIT!!!!
21 April 2008
A Nice Big Jump!
A recent $100 donation from Paul H. has pushed us to 87% with only $230 left to go!
20 April 2008
Getting Much Closer!
Twelve days until I walk...
Current tally is at 82%!
Only $330 more needed to reach the fund raising goal/minimum before the deadline. We can do it...
Current tally is at 82%!
Only $330 more needed to reach the fund raising goal/minimum before the deadline. We can do it...
15 April 2008
Bit by Bit... We Help Fight This Disease
We're getting there... $390 to go... We can DO THIS!!! I'm ready to walk... Please help...
14 April 2008
Getting Close!
19 days to go... We're at 76% with $1360 raised... $440 to go...
All of your help so far... is immensely appreciated! Thank you so, so much...
Please Click Here
All of your help so far... is immensely appreciated! Thank you so, so much...
Please Click Here
12 April 2008
Avon Fundraising Update
So far, we're now at $1,310... or 73% of my goal of $1800.
Ok, yes, I'd like to exceed the goal... I'd like to blow it away... be stunned by how much over the goal we made it...
But, at the moment, I'll be happy to meet the goal.
We're getting there.
Ok, yes, I'd like to exceed the goal... I'd like to blow it away... be stunned by how much over the goal we made it...
But, at the moment, I'll be happy to meet the goal.
We're getting there.
10 April 2008
Thank you to the Ladies of SpouseBUZZ
Tonight, Melinda and Rachelle of SpouseBUZZ hosted me on their internet radio show.
I must admit to being a tad bit nervous as I do not often get to speak in public, but it was a pleasure to talk with these wonderful ladies.
They put me at ease, and we were soon discussing all sorts of topics, ranging from the history of the cancer journey and to be able to discuss the upcoming Walk (see the post at the top of the page).
I encourage everyone to be tested... it's never too early. Remember, we always think life's tragedies will happen to Other People, but someone has to be that other person. Please, get tested. Testing is one of the best defenses against cancer. Even if you don't have any history in your family (Ellicia didn't), it can happen to you. And if it does, it is NOT the end of the world... just the beginning of another journey in your life.
Together, we can beat cancer. One day, it will be nothing more than just another sign of the Zodiac.
Click HERE to listen to the show... My segment is in the second half.
I must admit to being a tad bit nervous as I do not often get to speak in public, but it was a pleasure to talk with these wonderful ladies.
They put me at ease, and we were soon discussing all sorts of topics, ranging from the history of the cancer journey and to be able to discuss the upcoming Walk (see the post at the top of the page).
I encourage everyone to be tested... it's never too early. Remember, we always think life's tragedies will happen to Other People, but someone has to be that other person. Please, get tested. Testing is one of the best defenses against cancer. Even if you don't have any history in your family (Ellicia didn't), it can happen to you. And if it does, it is NOT the end of the world... just the beginning of another journey in your life.
Together, we can beat cancer. One day, it will be nothing more than just another sign of the Zodiac.
Click HERE to listen to the show... My segment is in the second half.
06 April 2008
A Tad Bit Amusing
I'm a fan of "The Drew Carey Show". It's my sense of humor... suitably offbeat, I suppose.
One item I've always enjoyed is the way they would incorporate musical numbers into the show. The opening sequences might vary, or there'd be a dance number in the middle.
I'm not usually one for musicals, but the choreography was always impressive.
While I'm sure at least one of my readers would like me to include "Cleveland Rocks", but I will include their take on "5 O'Clock World". I guarantee you you'll never hear it the same way again.
One item I've always enjoyed is the way they would incorporate musical numbers into the show. The opening sequences might vary, or there'd be a dance number in the middle.
I'm not usually one for musicals, but the choreography was always impressive.
While I'm sure at least one of my readers would like me to include "Cleveland Rocks", but I will include their take on "5 O'Clock World". I guarantee you you'll never hear it the same way again.
A Wonderful Song...
I first heard this from one of my roommates in the barracks in Illesheim. He'd play this just a tad bit repeatedly...
Anyway, as much as I don't like "screaming" music... this one only barely has it, but otherwise has melodic themes and lyrics which intrigue me.
And is pretty special.
So, I encourage you to take a listen...
Anyway, as much as I don't like "screaming" music... this one only barely has it, but otherwise has melodic themes and lyrics which intrigue me.
And is pretty special.
So, I encourage you to take a listen...
04 April 2008
My Deep Thanks... and Let's Keep Going!
So far, we stand at $1,110!!! Only $690 more to go...
I can't thank you all enough for what you've donated... We can DO IT!!!
Please scroll up to find the links to donate... We can DO THIS!!!
31 March 2008
RIP, Sergeant
The Associated Press is reporting that the remains of Sergeant Keith Matthew Maupin have been found.First reported missing, then missing-captured, then-Private First Class has been gone since 09 April 2004 after his unit was ambushed.
His parents were notified Sunday that his remains had been identified.
While a video had been shown years ago of a Soldier being executed, it was not conclusively identified as Maupin at the time, and the Army had continued searching for him.
Rest in peace, Sergeant.
29 March 2008
Cutting Hair for Cancer
Ellicia had contemplated and tried wigs, but made the choice to embrace her baldness once she lost her hair. Which is good, I think, cause she had one sexy head.
However, many women do not feel that comfortable... nor do they have to. There are organizations out there that collect donated hair to make real human hair wigs for women who lose their natural locks to cancer or more accurately, the treatment of it.
Tonight, the daughter of one of my closest friends donated her hair. And ladies, she's preparing to get married and still had her hair cut off!
Proud of her...
And if you're interested in donating your hair, then please click here.
However, many women do not feel that comfortable... nor do they have to. There are organizations out there that collect donated hair to make real human hair wigs for women who lose their natural locks to cancer or more accurately, the treatment of it.
Tonight, the daughter of one of my closest friends donated her hair. And ladies, she's preparing to get married and still had her hair cut off!
Proud of her...
And if you're interested in donating your hair, then please click here.
26 March 2008
Freedom Never Cries
I saw this video, and it's beautiful... Everyone who clicks to view it, $1 is donated to Operation HomeFront.
The man behind the counter in the video is Fred Ferguson, a Medal of Honor recipient.
The singer is John Ondrasik of Five for Fighting...
Please watch.
The man behind the counter in the video is Fred Ferguson, a Medal of Honor recipient.
The singer is John Ondrasik of Five for Fighting...
Please watch.
23 March 2008
Thomas' Order of Birth
As I continue to clean and sort through boxes and crates, I found something appropriate as Thomas' third (oh my, how'd he get so old!) Birthday approaches.
The Army can have a wonderful sense of humor sometimes.
(And to you eagle-eyed readers... what's Army paperwork without typos...)
E's Senate Proclamation
In September, 2006, after we'd returned home to Germany and received our devastating news, I contacted Senator Jim DeMint's office to tell E's story and to ask if perhaps his office could do something special for her. The office staff had already become familiar with our family from our summertime visit to Washington, DC.
E & I were certainly impressed, and honored, to receive in our mail a package from the United States Senate later that month.
These documents, especially the personal letter from him to us, will certainly be something for the children to treasure in later years. It meant a lot to E when it arrived, as she never imagined herself as being honored for anything, as she was just doing what she was supposed to do, what she wanted to do.
Thank you, Sen. DeMint.
E & I were certainly impressed, and honored, to receive in our mail a package from the United States Senate later that month.
The Office of Senator Jim DeMint Proclamation Honoring E S of the City of Summerville
Whereas, the City of Summerville has been home to numerous citizens who have given their lives to the betterment of society; and
Whereas, E S (nee Tyler) was born in Summerville the second day of May, 1967, to Mrs. Gloria Annette Sweat Tyler; and
Whereas, E S spent her formative years in Summerville, attended the College of Charleston, and earned an undergraduate degree in Psychology; and
Whereas, E S pursued a Master's degree in Early Education at the College of Charleston; and,
Whereas, E S wed W R S, Jr; and,
Whereas, E S deserves praise for her role as a devoted Army wife and loving mother to K S (sic), M S, and T S;
Now, Therefore, I, Senator Jim DeMint, am honored to recognize E S as one of Summerville's distinguished natives, who has represented the City of Summerville, South Carolina to the United States of America and the Global community.
Dated this 22nd day of September 20006.
(signed)
Jim DeMint
United States Senator
These documents, especially the personal letter from him to us, will certainly be something for the children to treasure in later years. It meant a lot to E when it arrived, as she never imagined herself as being honored for anything, as she was just doing what she was supposed to do, what she wanted to do.Thank you, Sen. DeMint.
12 March 2008
09 March 2008
Ellicia's Artwork #1
I've been making remarkable progress going through boxes. Something I'd avoided for... well, a long, long time. Boxes had been piled high in rooms... and I've been terrifed to open any of them.
Now, I am doing just that.
And today, I was rewarded with an unexpected surprise.
I found Ellicia's water colors.
07 March 2008
A Beautiful Star Spangled Rendition
I wish embedding hadn't been disabled (poor choice)... so, please click over to here to watch some very talented young girls.
'Nuff said.
'Nuff said.
06 March 2008
Gray Eagles
I had the pleasure of seeing Mustangs at the Gathering of Mustangs and Legends.
I'd encourage you to go to this site (I wish they let me embed the video here) and watch a very touching video about a Mustang pilot being reunited with his restored aircraft.
Gray Eagles
I'd encourage you to go to this site (I wish they let me embed the video here) and watch a very touching video about a Mustang pilot being reunited with his restored aircraft.
Gray Eagles
An Incredible THANK YOU
Thank you to Kevin, Gregg, and Bruce for doing this. Imagine my surprise when it popped into my email box...
Take a look: Pundit Review Radio
I've never heard my words read back to me... and to hear it like this... honestly, I just curled up into a ball for a bit. I am so honored to have been Ellicia's husband and partner, even for the short time we were together. She taught me so much - about what's important, how to live, and how to face the future even when it's a future that is very frightening.
Thank you, Pundit Review... thank you.
Take a look: Pundit Review Radio
I've never heard my words read back to me... and to hear it like this... honestly, I just curled up into a ball for a bit. I am so honored to have been Ellicia's husband and partner, even for the short time we were together. She taught me so much - about what's important, how to live, and how to face the future even when it's a future that is very frightening.
Thank you, Pundit Review... thank you.
Talk About Being Enthusiastic!
This kid is VERY enthusiastic about his baptism... hehehe Wouldn't it be something to see this in person?
Not Waiting Until Veteran's Day
Sometimes, we just can't say "Thank You" enough. I urge you to click below and see those who've gone before.
And next time you see a vet, please... let them know you appreciate what they did... back then.
And next time you see a vet, please... let them know you appreciate what they did... back then.
05 March 2008
Breast Cancer Walk Update
So far, we've raised $790 in Ellicia's name for the Avon Breast Cancer walk. That's 44% of my goal of $1800!
Thank you ALL so much for your generous support...
Thank you ALL so much for your generous support...
And now, An Amusing Interlude
One of my favorite songs... I've loved it's wit and cleverness for years....
And it gives such a wonderful example of Murphy's Law...
Enjoy:
And it gives such a wonderful example of Murphy's Law...
Enjoy:
28 February 2008
Don't Tell My Cats
I hope no one lets my cats know I have this picture. They'd probably claw me to death in my sleep. I'm not sure they'd even wait for me to be asleep. They'd definitely protest...
27 February 2008
A Special Treat
Sometimes, Life throws you a special treat. Today was one of those special moments. While waiting to start a mission, I caught a VC-25 taking off from KPHF on one of their many practice flights. Could clearly see the Seal of the President of the United States on her pretty belly.
Was a tail-wagging, toe-tapping moment. Wish the pics were better, but... alas.
Was a tail-wagging, toe-tapping moment. Wish the pics were better, but... alas.
23 February 2008
"Khmcrzx"
Khmcrzx
Dark brown, or is it
Chestnut? Little matter. It sings,
It flows - as if woven with
Music.
The gentle strands seam together
In beauty pure, as if composed
By God. And certainly, it
Must be so.
For only God can create eyes
That twinkle, like the heavenly stars
Themselves.... and a smile with radiance
Like the sun.
As surely as if gazing into the
Sun, to gaze at her smile will
Blind. And it's a blindness
I'll welcome.
And if inside, in her
Heart, her Mind, her Soul,
She's as much as she is out,
Then all the world is blessed.
She is the essence of beauty
Beauty is the essence of her.
And somewhere, a heart is happy
This world's, this one, already is.
Reid Stanley
October, 1992
Dark brown, or is it
Chestnut? Little matter. It sings,
It flows - as if woven with
Music.
The gentle strands seam together
In beauty pure, as if composed
By God. And certainly, it
Must be so.
For only God can create eyes
That twinkle, like the heavenly stars
Themselves.... and a smile with radiance
Like the sun.
As surely as if gazing into the
Sun, to gaze at her smile will
Blind. And it's a blindness
I'll welcome.
And if inside, in her
Heart, her Mind, her Soul,
She's as much as she is out,
Then all the world is blessed.
She is the essence of beauty
Beauty is the essence of her.
And somewhere, a heart is happy
This world's, this one, already is.
Reid Stanley
October, 1992
"Dad?"
Dad?
Hello lil' baby,
Welcome to this world!
Breathe in deeply, and
Fly your flags of dreams unfurled!
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
You're growing up, my child.
And taking on the world. Your
Mommy loves you greatly and
Your Daddy even more.
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
I know you feel alone,
Being only thirteen.
Your father's out there somewhere,
As someone you've never seen.
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
Happy Wedding Day, oh child!
This is your day to shine.
So while you make your party most wild,
Remember you'll always be mine...
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
And the cycle is complete,
I'm a Grandfather today.
I only wish I knew, so
You wouldn't have to say:
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
Reid Stanley
April, 1992
Hello lil' baby,
Welcome to this world!
Breathe in deeply, and
Fly your flags of dreams unfurled!
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
You're growing up, my child.
And taking on the world. Your
Mommy loves you greatly and
Your Daddy even more.
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
I know you feel alone,
Being only thirteen.
Your father's out there somewhere,
As someone you've never seen.
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
Happy Wedding Day, oh child!
This is your day to shine.
So while you make your party most wild,
Remember you'll always be mine...
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
And the cycle is complete,
I'm a Grandfather today.
I only wish I knew, so
You wouldn't have to say:
Who's your Daddy,
Lil' one?
Where is he Tonight?
He wishes he were here, with
All his soul and might.
Reid Stanley
April, 1992
"Haze"
Haze
I live in a world
Unique in its own way,
With its clear
Truths and beautiful
Clarity, life goes on.
But, there are times
When I must leave
This world; for
What I search, I
Cannot find here.
The world I live in
Is unique, but not
Alone. There is another,
Where there are no clear
Pictures, no black or
White; only the gray
Haze.
Ah, the haze. It's all
Encompassing, obscuring
Most things from view.
Yet, still I come, searching,
Hoping... hoping to see
Her.
It is here that she walks,
In this world of haze.
It is here, this world to
Which I must come, for
I cannot see her in
My world.
As I stand in my world,
The time comes, of its own
Accord. I relax, close my
Eyes, and slowly, so very slowly,
The haze comes. It washes over
Everything -- I can see it
Swirling at my feet, but I
Do not mind. I welcome the
Haze, for with it she comes.
Finally, after a time
I cannot define, I arrive
Completely and wholly into
This other world. I have no time
To waste, none to spare.
I open my eyes.
At first, I see nothing,
Not in this world of haze.
I move on, walking, running,
I know not which. Looking,
Searching, I know she's here;
But where?
There she is!
A figure,
Out there, gliding in the
Never-ending haze. She
Does not yet know I'm
Here. I must reach her, I
Must! I increase my
Speed, but I'm not
Tired. I never tire,
In the world of
Haze.
I catch up to her. With
But a glance, I soak
Up her beauty, and
Looking again, I drown in
It. Her sparkling, knowing
Eyes; her straightly, crooked
Back; the knowledge she holds,
and the knowledge she
Does not yet hold.
Slowly, she stops. Anxiously,
I wait as she slowly turns
Toward me. She smiles, oh
That smile of hers. I reach out,
And though my lips do not
Move, I urge her to return,
To return to my
World.
She steps forward, but
Hesitates. She smiles again,
And slowly shakes her
Head. I lose contact with
Her as she she starts to walk, again.
I blink, quite naturally of
Course, but I know it's a mistake.
When I look back, the haze
Is already clearing.
I scream out! But only
A whisper escapes. I
Know she's lost back to the
Haze.
I look about... the colors
Have returned. I know without
Checking that she is not here.
A tear trace its way down
My cheek, ever so slowly.
I know I will return
To my world of haze.
Yet, for now, I am stuck,
Here, without her, in my world:
Reality.
Reid Stanley
January, 1992
I live in a world
Unique in its own way,
With its clear
Truths and beautiful
Clarity, life goes on.
But, there are times
When I must leave
This world; for
What I search, I
Cannot find here.
The world I live in
Is unique, but not
Alone. There is another,
Where there are no clear
Pictures, no black or
White; only the gray
Haze.
Ah, the haze. It's all
Encompassing, obscuring
Most things from view.
Yet, still I come, searching,
Hoping... hoping to see
Her.
It is here that she walks,
In this world of haze.
It is here, this world to
Which I must come, for
I cannot see her in
My world.
As I stand in my world,
The time comes, of its own
Accord. I relax, close my
Eyes, and slowly, so very slowly,
The haze comes. It washes over
Everything -- I can see it
Swirling at my feet, but I
Do not mind. I welcome the
Haze, for with it she comes.
Finally, after a time
I cannot define, I arrive
Completely and wholly into
This other world. I have no time
To waste, none to spare.
I open my eyes.
At first, I see nothing,
Not in this world of haze.
I move on, walking, running,
I know not which. Looking,
Searching, I know she's here;
But where?
There she is!
A figure,
Out there, gliding in the
Never-ending haze. She
Does not yet know I'm
Here. I must reach her, I
Must! I increase my
Speed, but I'm not
Tired. I never tire,
In the world of
Haze.
I catch up to her. With
But a glance, I soak
Up her beauty, and
Looking again, I drown in
It. Her sparkling, knowing
Eyes; her straightly, crooked
Back; the knowledge she holds,
and the knowledge she
Does not yet hold.
Slowly, she stops. Anxiously,
I wait as she slowly turns
Toward me. She smiles, oh
That smile of hers. I reach out,
And though my lips do not
Move, I urge her to return,
To return to my
World.
She steps forward, but
Hesitates. She smiles again,
And slowly shakes her
Head. I lose contact with
Her as she she starts to walk, again.
I blink, quite naturally of
Course, but I know it's a mistake.
When I look back, the haze
Is already clearing.
I scream out! But only
A whisper escapes. I
Know she's lost back to the
Haze.
I look about... the colors
Have returned. I know without
Checking that she is not here.
A tear trace its way down
My cheek, ever so slowly.
I know I will return
To my world of haze.
Yet, for now, I am stuck,
Here, without her, in my world:
Reality.
Reid Stanley
January, 1992
"The Bear"
The Bear
The room is
Dark
Save for soft glows
From my lamps.
Quiet pervades -
I can hear
Wind
Whisper by.
I lie there,
Eyes closed,
Wanting to make it
Real.
Lyrics flow,
Taking me away on
Clouds of dreams.
But she's not
Here
And I'm still
Alone
Tonight.
So I hold it
Close
Yet still
No substitute.
Reid Stanley
14 February 1994
The room is
Dark
Save for soft glows
From my lamps.
Quiet pervades -
I can hear
Wind
Whisper by.
I lie there,
Eyes closed,
Wanting to make it
Real.
Lyrics flow,
Taking me away on
Clouds of dreams.
But she's not
Here
And I'm still
Alone
Tonight.
So I hold it
Close
Yet still
No substitute.
Reid Stanley
14 February 1994
Love Is
I still remember this one. It surprised me, as my writing sometimes does, when I finished. It wasn't by conscious design. See if you see why.
Love Is
It's a funny thing,
Love is,
Yet there's little
Humorous about it.
It's our most powerful
Emotion.
The way it can lift us up,
And can destroy us.
It drives us to do
Things
We'd rarely do. It
Consumes us, completely.
It leaves us in a state
Uncontrolled,
Yet we rarely mind
'Cause Love doesn't care.
With it comes complete
Peace --
And unbelieveable torment.
But it's all worth it...
For with Love, we get
Life's greatest rewards.
Reid Stanley
January 1992
"Together At Last?"
Together at Last?
Silence.
It's one of the most
Disquieting noise around.
No phone rings,
No mail to rip open.
You're so nice,
That's right, Nice.
Sweet, Caring, Gentle,
Handsome.
Alone. A great friend,
But alone. Why are you alone?
You're a Dream come true,
Or so they say.
Like art people admire,
But few desire.
Is something wrong?
With you?
With them?
Or, not at all?
Time will prove true,
They say.
How long can time
Tick on, alone?
We are social animals,
Not good alone.
People pass by, and that's
All -- pass by.
The silence is back.
You're alone,
Not again,
Just a mere continuation.
Do not fear, though, as you should not.
You are alone,
And not alone.
There is, they say,
Someone in the five
Billion for you.
Wait.
You are not alone;
You have patience to keep you
Company, for no one else
Will. Indeed, perhaps, you
Are...
Alone.
Reid Stanley
January, 1992
"Answers"
I recently unburied an unexpected treasure trove. Well, it's a treasure trove to me. Poetry I'd written, and which I suspected was long lost in the multitude of moves I've made.
It's fascinating (to me) and certainly a flashback to hold these original printouts (I type everything, always have, always will), complete with editing mark-ups.
And the subject matters which inspired the writing... brought back from the dusty archives of my mind (in some cases, where it should stay).
The first is "Answers". This was written after my first, and only, brief incarceration. It was a learning experience, and the point I define as "rock-bottom".
It's fascinating (to me) and certainly a flashback to hold these original printouts (I type everything, always have, always will), complete with editing mark-ups.
And the subject matters which inspired the writing... brought back from the dusty archives of my mind (in some cases, where it should stay).
The first is "Answers". This was written after my first, and only, brief incarceration. It was a learning experience, and the point I define as "rock-bottom".
How long does it take
For a life to shatter?
Is it important how long?
Does it really matter?
Of course not.
Whether in two seconds
Or two days, the life
Is still shattered.
The more important questions
Are the How,
the Why...
It's in the answers,
Or at least, the attempts to
Answer, that a life can be
Rebuilt.
And rebuild one must,
For if a life stays shattered Long,
It dies,
Like a goldfish out of its bowl.
For me, one weekend
Cracked, and then shattered,
my life.
It's not hard to do;
All people have fragile lives --
All one must do is find the weak spot.
Mine was found.
For me, it wasn't being arrested,
Though it played a part.
It wasn't my car,
Though, it, too, played a part.
It was the one thing which brings all men,
Be they great or unknown,
To their knees.
Why did she not come?
Even a small friend would come.
Why not her?
For eighteen hours, I could think.
I'd lost my car,
My future.
But I thought of Those least.
How is she?
Is she alright?
Those are what took up my mind.
But even the question did not Hurt,
So much as the answer.
It was, of course,
An answer I did not want;
But the mind is its own worst enemy.
I could not deny the answer.
It permeated everywhere.
I could not escape,
Not even to my Hazeworld,
For it was there, too.
The answer must be true,
For only the truth has the Powers
Like the answer.
To stay,
To envelop,
To surround,
To Hurt.
And it did not stop
At eighteen hours, no
It continued,
And still does.
I have fixed all disasters
Of that weekend,
My Life is no longer
Shattered;
Yet, there is still a hole:
Why did she not come?
Reid Stanley
January 1992
20 February 2008
Godspeed!
Forty-six years ago today...
The United States launched Lieutenant Colonel John Glenn into orbit. His mission decidedly charted America's future exploration into space. We had previously dipped our toes into the water through the missions of Alan Shepherd and Gus Grissom. But, these were suborbital "lobs", enabling us to get a feel for this new arena.
And we've been exploring (sometimes fitfully, yes) ever since.
The United States launched Lieutenant Colonel John Glenn into orbit. His mission decidedly charted America's future exploration into space. We had previously dipped our toes into the water through the missions of Alan Shepherd and Gus Grissom. But, these were suborbital "lobs", enabling us to get a feel for this new arena.
And we've been exploring (sometimes fitfully, yes) ever since.
18 February 2008
I Know Diddly
I know diddly-squat about horsemanship and horses.
Ok, that was being generous. I know less than diddly.
However, this video, sent to me by a friend, is quite impressive. Please, take a look, and enjoy.
And to all the little girls who would like nothing more than to have a pony... enjoy even more, because when you follow your dreams, happiness follows.
Ok, that was being generous. I know less than diddly.
However, this video, sent to me by a friend, is quite impressive. Please, take a look, and enjoy.
And to all the little girls who would like nothing more than to have a pony... enjoy even more, because when you follow your dreams, happiness follows.
17 February 2008
Children and Fire Alarms
And now, a Public Service Announcement from A Storm in Afghanistan.
And just for starters... Click here for a Voice Alarm.
And just for starters... Click here for a Voice Alarm.
Some Perspective...
ANTARES IS THE 15TH BRIGHTEST STAR IN THE SKY.
IT IS MORE THAN 1000 LIGHT YEARS AWAY.
THIS IS A HUBBLE TELESCOPE ULTRA DEEP FIELD INFRARED VIEW OF COUNTLESS
'ENTIRE' GALAXIES BILLIONS OF LIGHT-YEARS AWAY.
BELOW IS A CLOSE UP OF ONE OF THE DARKEST REGIONS OF THE PHOTO ABOVE.
16 February 2008
15 February 2008
Christmas in... May?
I was so excited about the new Star Trek film coming out...
It appears I'll have to wait until May 2009.
Alas.
It appears I'll have to wait until May 2009.
Alas.
Every Inch Counted
Recently seen on YouTube (h/t to M*A).
Language warning for those to whom it applies.
Watch the end of the runway very carefully.
Now, having seen the IL-76 in action, she is an impressive aircraft, and a fine demonstration of the Russian brute-force engineering technique.
I've always wanted to fly on her.
But, perhaps not quite this close to the edge.
Language warning for those to whom it applies.
Watch the end of the runway very carefully.
Now, having seen the IL-76 in action, she is an impressive aircraft, and a fine demonstration of the Russian brute-force engineering technique.
I've always wanted to fly on her.
But, perhaps not quite this close to the edge.
New Uniform
Bought a new uniform today. Ok, not necessarily big news. But what made me grin from ear to ear is that it was one size smaller!
Starting to trim down and get my Life back in order. I cannot believe the complete disarray, the utter black hole I slipped into last year... but now, one step at a time...
Starting to trim down and get my Life back in order. I cannot believe the complete disarray, the utter black hole I slipped into last year... but now, one step at a time...
13 February 2008
Avon Breast Cancer Walk - Progress
My thanks to all the contributors so far. We've reached 31% of our goal of $1800.... a total of $565!!!
I am grateful for each dollar in contributions, as it goes to help detect this disease early enough for treatment to have a chance of succeeding.
Too many have died. While I walk in Ellicia's memory, in reality, the goal is for there to be no more deaths. For her daughters to not have to face this disease. For so many other mothers, sisters, daughters... so that Breast Cancer can be relegated to history.
I am grateful for each dollar in contributions, as it goes to help detect this disease early enough for treatment to have a chance of succeeding.
Too many have died. While I walk in Ellicia's memory, in reality, the goal is for there to be no more deaths. For her daughters to not have to face this disease. For so many other mothers, sisters, daughters... so that Breast Cancer can be relegated to history.
08 February 2008
Busing a Stray Thought from My Head...
Along the interstate, from time to time, there'll be a sign for the nearest Greyhound/Trailways bus station.
Presumably, if you're aboard one of their buses, the driver will know where the nex station is.
If you're otherwise traveling along the interstate, via motorcycle, car, or truck... You're not likely to be in need of a bus.
So, doe whom are these ubiquitous signs?
And strangely enough, it's been awhile since I've seen a BUS.
Presumably, if you're aboard one of their buses, the driver will know where the nex station is.
If you're otherwise traveling along the interstate, via motorcycle, car, or truck... You're not likely to be in need of a bus.
So, doe whom are these ubiquitous signs?
And strangely enough, it's been awhile since I've seen a BUS.
The Background of Our Lives
Today is John Williams' birthday. He is 76.
Understandably, many will ask, "Who is John Williams? And, why do I care?"
Good question. Mr. Williams is a film score composer and orchestra director. While many don't know him, few are unaware of his music.
Who hears those timeless slow bass notes from Jaws and don't have an immediate mental picture of a fin slicing through the water... Or vice versa, see a fin and think of the music?
Superman isn't Superman without that triumphant march.
And Star Wars is defined as much by lasers, robots, Darth Vader, and the Force... As by the music.
We hear his music at the Olympics. NBC News has a theme written by him (albeit, the full verson is usually only heard on the New Years' Eve broadcast, but it's iconic nevertheless.
Indy wouldn't BE Indiana Jones without the music. Our heart strings wouldn't be tugged dring Schindler's List or Saving Private Ryan quite the same were the music ordinary.
Close Encounters of the Third Kind... E.T.... Jurassic Park - our imagination crescendoed with the orchestra.
He captures the bravery, hope, and prologue of patriotism in The Patriot.
And, he's won FIVE Oscars for his efforts.
I had the enviable pleasure of savoring a performance of him leading the Boston Pops. It's a treasured memory.
And, I've had the joy of performing his compositions. Ok, sometimes, not joy as he works his instruments VERY hard. But, in return, normally "supportive" instruments (includng my beloved trombone) are often given the rare pleasure of a melody.
Truly, a man who's leaving an indelible mark on our culture and will ne'er be forgotten, and long missed when his baton and pen are put down for the final time... Hopefully, no time soon.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Williams. And, Thank You.
Understandably, many will ask, "Who is John Williams? And, why do I care?"
Good question. Mr. Williams is a film score composer and orchestra director. While many don't know him, few are unaware of his music.
Who hears those timeless slow bass notes from Jaws and don't have an immediate mental picture of a fin slicing through the water... Or vice versa, see a fin and think of the music?
Superman isn't Superman without that triumphant march.
And Star Wars is defined as much by lasers, robots, Darth Vader, and the Force... As by the music.
We hear his music at the Olympics. NBC News has a theme written by him (albeit, the full verson is usually only heard on the New Years' Eve broadcast, but it's iconic nevertheless.
Indy wouldn't BE Indiana Jones without the music. Our heart strings wouldn't be tugged dring Schindler's List or Saving Private Ryan quite the same were the music ordinary.
Close Encounters of the Third Kind... E.T.... Jurassic Park - our imagination crescendoed with the orchestra.
He captures the bravery, hope, and prologue of patriotism in The Patriot.
And, he's won FIVE Oscars for his efforts.
I had the enviable pleasure of savoring a performance of him leading the Boston Pops. It's a treasured memory.
And, I've had the joy of performing his compositions. Ok, sometimes, not joy as he works his instruments VERY hard. But, in return, normally "supportive" instruments (includng my beloved trombone) are often given the rare pleasure of a melody.
Truly, a man who's leaving an indelible mark on our culture and will ne'er be forgotten, and long missed when his baton and pen are put down for the final time... Hopefully, no time soon.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Williams. And, Thank You.
07 February 2008
She Flies!
Shuttle Atlantis is well on her way to the Space Station. What a beautiful launch. It is continually amazing the capabilities that we have, and the bravery of those who are willing to strap into the forward tip of a giant bomb and make a ride that the vast majority sense as routine, or worse, unnecessary.
But the beauty and grandeur of the adventure and exploration of the unknown is not abated.
But the beauty and grandeur of the adventure and exploration of the unknown is not abated.
03 February 2008
What We Do Not See
The world slides unbeknownst beneath us.
We soar far above it
Isolating ourselves from others in the bus.
Unaware of those beside whom we sit!
Below, Time stands still -
A prologue yet to be read.
Above, our future is written in creations
Once merely a thought in one's Head.
How can we ignore the majesty
Nature has provided to those willing to see?
Instead closing the shades of our eyes
Our minds, if you'll just let us be.
We should be in awe
Stunned and amazed by what we can achieve;
Yet we are complacent and unaware
Refusing even to believe.
We wrap ourselves in imagined distraction
Interrupted angrily by splendor few can perceive.
How can our spirits soar?
If our Hearts will not believe?
There is Beauty and Splendor around us displayed
If only we slow to notice, during our hectic days.
Movies fade, music dims,
And books turn to dust
Yet Beauty of That around us
Behold! We must.
For there is a Timelessness that we seek
The Eternity we desire
Yet GROUNDED we are in the Temporal
Fleetingness so dire.
Soar amongst the Eagles
Life is Not merely a Ride
And then that smile it brings
Will stay when you've died.
The Little Things never matter
Problems seem like ants
Once your Soul takes flight
"By the seat of your pants!"
We soar far above it
Isolating ourselves from others in the bus.
Unaware of those beside whom we sit!
Below, Time stands still -
A prologue yet to be read.
Above, our future is written in creations
Once merely a thought in one's Head.
How can we ignore the majesty
Nature has provided to those willing to see?
Instead closing the shades of our eyes
Our minds, if you'll just let us be.
We should be in awe
Stunned and amazed by what we can achieve;
Yet we are complacent and unaware
Refusing even to believe.
We wrap ourselves in imagined distraction
Interrupted angrily by splendor few can perceive.
How can our spirits soar?
If our Hearts will not believe?
There is Beauty and Splendor around us displayed
If only we slow to notice, during our hectic days.
Movies fade, music dims,
And books turn to dust
Yet Beauty of That around us
Behold! We must.
For there is a Timelessness that we seek
The Eternity we desire
Yet GROUNDED we are in the Temporal
Fleetingness so dire.
Soar amongst the Eagles
Life is Not merely a Ride
And then that smile it brings
Will stay when you've died.
The Little Things never matter
Problems seem like ants
Once your Soul takes flight
"By the seat of your pants!"
01 February 2008
Breast Cancer Walk
So far, folks... we're at $465 or 26% of the $1800 goal!
Thank you SO MUCH, everyone... I know E would be pleased about the efforts we're making to help other cancer patients.
Please, donate... and donate often.
(Meanwhile, I'm practicing my walking... Left, Right, Left, Left... no, that's not it... still have to keep practicing, I guess.)
Thank you SO MUCH, everyone... I know E would be pleased about the efforts we're making to help other cancer patients.
Please, donate... and donate often.
(Meanwhile, I'm practicing my walking... Left, Right, Left, Left... no, that's not it... still have to keep practicing, I guess.)
Passing Thought
What executives, programming, advertising, or otherwise, seem to think that what I would like to have on TV are commercials which include the phrase, "unbalanced feminine pH"?
Really.
I understand it's a product that is needed, but... really were women's magazines no longer accepting advertising?
Really.
I understand it's a product that is needed, but... really were women's magazines no longer accepting advertising?
29 January 2008
Lest We Forget...
There are any number of ways to write memorials, and I can certainly take the time reminisce about where I was and how I remember hearing about the Challenger exploding... twenty-two years ago.
However, I am blessed to have a friend... she's been a good friend for well over a year now. And, of note to me... she was the voice of NASA that morning.
So, I'm going to link to her memory of that day.
Lest we forget... progress is never without a price. And the lessons of safety are always written in blood.
However, I am blessed to have a friend... she's been a good friend for well over a year now. And, of note to me... she was the voice of NASA that morning.
So, I'm going to link to her memory of that day.
Lest we forget... progress is never without a price. And the lessons of safety are always written in blood.
27 January 2008
Ad Astra per Aspera
On 27 January 1967, America lost its first astronauts in a spacecraft. In a test. There was supposed to be no risk - there wasn't even fuel in the rocket!
And yet, in less than fifteen seconds, a violent fire snuffed out some of America's brave explorers - Gus Grissom, Ed White (first American spacewalker), and Roger Chaffee.
I think it's important that we remember a quote from Gus Grissom, "If we die, we want people to accept it. We are in a risky business and we hope that if anything happens to us it will not delay the program. The conquest of space is worth the risk of life."
And yet, in less than fifteen seconds, a violent fire snuffed out some of America's brave explorers - Gus Grissom, Ed White (first American spacewalker), and Roger Chaffee.
I think it's important that we remember a quote from Gus Grissom, "If we die, we want people to accept it. We are in a risky business and we hope that if anything happens to us it will not delay the program. The conquest of space is worth the risk of life."
26 January 2008
Crazy Highway Planning in North Carolina
While driving through North Carolina, I observed a highway design unlike any I'd seen before.
I'm familiar with the standard right-hand merge and the right-hand exit. I'm also familiar with the rare left-hand exit. Sometimes, it's just necessary.
What I've never seen before, and am flabbergasted that I saw at all, is the left-hand MERGE.
Who's bright idea is this?! Merging is the process of building up the speed of traffic joining the flow of the interstate. Common sense dictates bringing this slower traffic into the slower lanes - traditionally the right lanes.
The left lanes are for the fastest moving traffic So, who I the genius who thought that merging slow traffic into the fastest moving flow would be a safe, and wise, idea?
Just curious...
I'm familiar with the standard right-hand merge and the right-hand exit. I'm also familiar with the rare left-hand exit. Sometimes, it's just necessary.
What I've never seen before, and am flabbergasted that I saw at all, is the left-hand MERGE.
Who's bright idea is this?! Merging is the process of building up the speed of traffic joining the flow of the interstate. Common sense dictates bringing this slower traffic into the slower lanes - traditionally the right lanes.
The left lanes are for the fastest moving traffic So, who I the genius who thought that merging slow traffic into the fastest moving flow would be a safe, and wise, idea?
Just curious...
23 January 2008
Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act of 2007
I'm torn.
There are two bills before Congress, a House of Representatives version and a Senate version, titled the "Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act of 2007.
Essentially, and to spare you the legalese in the bills (though I always encourage you to read the bills - unlike our actual lawmakers), it mandates that patients not be sent home from the hospital less than forty-eight hours after a mastectomy is performed.
I remember with Ellicia how happy we were that the Germans held her for quite a few days to ensure everything worked out ok... Mastectomies are MAJOR surgery.
Easy vote. Of course, patients shouldn't be sent home and it's sad that they are.
And I wish, really wish, that such a vote wasn't necessary.
Why am I torn? Because it goes against my beliefs of having the government tell the private sector (and insurance companies are private companies whom we hire to provide a service to us - namely, insurance) how their business should be run.
It's against my core beliefs.
Sigh.
What I feel, essentially, becomes a classic Liberal versus Conservative argument. On the Liberal side, I feel that it should be voted for. These women NEED to stay longer in the hospital to ensure their surgeries go well.
On the Conservative side, I don't want government meddling and mandating the business rules.
So, let's draw a compromise here. Attention insurance companies - here is a MARKET OPPORTUNITY. Differentiate yourself from your competitors by offering better mastectomy care. Customers, especially women at risk, and those who love them, will flock to your company.
Don't make government legislate the morality of good care. Do it on your own.
(Sad note - one of the House bills - HR 119 - was introduced by Rep. Jo Ann Davis, of the 1st Congressional District of Virginia. She passed away last year - from cancer.)
There are two bills before Congress, a House of Representatives version and a Senate version, titled the "Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act of 2007.
Essentially, and to spare you the legalese in the bills (though I always encourage you to read the bills - unlike our actual lawmakers), it mandates that patients not be sent home from the hospital less than forty-eight hours after a mastectomy is performed.
I remember with Ellicia how happy we were that the Germans held her for quite a few days to ensure everything worked out ok... Mastectomies are MAJOR surgery.
Easy vote. Of course, patients shouldn't be sent home and it's sad that they are.
And I wish, really wish, that such a vote wasn't necessary.
Why am I torn? Because it goes against my beliefs of having the government tell the private sector (and insurance companies are private companies whom we hire to provide a service to us - namely, insurance) how their business should be run.
It's against my core beliefs.
Sigh.
What I feel, essentially, becomes a classic Liberal versus Conservative argument. On the Liberal side, I feel that it should be voted for. These women NEED to stay longer in the hospital to ensure their surgeries go well.
On the Conservative side, I don't want government meddling and mandating the business rules.
So, let's draw a compromise here. Attention insurance companies - here is a MARKET OPPORTUNITY. Differentiate yourself from your competitors by offering better mastectomy care. Customers, especially women at risk, and those who love them, will flock to your company.
Don't make government legislate the morality of good care. Do it on your own.
(Sad note - one of the House bills - HR 119 - was introduced by Rep. Jo Ann Davis, of the 1st Congressional District of Virginia. She passed away last year - from cancer.)
21 January 2008
A Christmas Present
As some of you may know, I am a huge Star Trek fan.
For any number of reasons, Star Trek has always excited me. It's vision of the future, not to mention the technical qualities - the writing, the music, the acting - even Shatner's overacting defines Kirk, and the depth of the story lines.
And do you want to know my favorite character? The one whom every time she (there's a hint) appears onscreen, makes my heart race into an excited pitter-patter?
The USS Enterprise. She is a beauty of a ship, with some of the finest lines I can imagine, and am quite pleased that some forty plus years ago, someone did.
After a bit of a drought, there is a new Star Trek movie coming out. Christmas Day of this year.
The studio is scrapping the Next Generation plot lines, and returning to the beginning - well, not the full beginning, but the beginning of the Kirk, Spock, et al, saga.
Watch the trailer, below. If you'd like to see a really great high-definition version, you can go to this website. Click on "Watch in HD".
You've seen my other posts, and know what stirs me... so, imagine this video with the Enterprise being built... and we start with the narratives of America's first forays into space... and then Leonard Nimoy comes in with the famous words...
Oh my.
Oh my, oh my.
Santa's bringing a very special present this year.
For any number of reasons, Star Trek has always excited me. It's vision of the future, not to mention the technical qualities - the writing, the music, the acting - even Shatner's overacting defines Kirk, and the depth of the story lines.
And do you want to know my favorite character? The one whom every time she (there's a hint) appears onscreen, makes my heart race into an excited pitter-patter?
The USS Enterprise. She is a beauty of a ship, with some of the finest lines I can imagine, and am quite pleased that some forty plus years ago, someone did.
After a bit of a drought, there is a new Star Trek movie coming out. Christmas Day of this year.
The studio is scrapping the Next Generation plot lines, and returning to the beginning - well, not the full beginning, but the beginning of the Kirk, Spock, et al, saga.
Watch the trailer, below. If you'd like to see a really great high-definition version, you can go to this website. Click on "Watch in HD".
You've seen my other posts, and know what stirs me... so, imagine this video with the Enterprise being built... and we start with the narratives of America's first forays into space... and then Leonard Nimoy comes in with the famous words...
Oh my.
Oh my, oh my.
Santa's bringing a very special present this year.
18 January 2008
New Commercial for the United States Marine Corps
This is for the Marines (I'm looking at you, David). The branch of the military that not only has one of the largest collective egos, but the capability and reputation to back it up is the United States Marine Corps.
They also have, hands down, the best dress uniform for the enlisted. Why, oh WHY, the Army still can't figure ours out is beyond me.
Anywho, they just produced a new commercial. We've seen some good and... well, some not so good ones over the years, but this one... it's impressive like the "Army Strong" series.
Take a look:
They also have, hands down, the best dress uniform for the enlisted. Why, oh WHY, the Army still can't figure ours out is beyond me.
Anywho, they just produced a new commercial. We've seen some good and... well, some not so good ones over the years, but this one... it's impressive like the "Army Strong" series.
Take a look:
Beautiful - What We Don't See
(h/t to M*A, but more ultimately, to A)
Lyrics:
The imagery is intense and poetic. The lyrics, well, they say it well. So, I think I'll just end here.
Lyrics:
Everybody knows we live in a world
Where they give bad names to beautiful things
Everybody knows we live in a world
Where we don't give beautiful things a second glance
Heaven only knows we live in a world
Where what we call beautiful is just something on sale
People laughing behind their hands
As the fragile and the sensitive are given no chance
And the leaves turn from red to brown
To be trodden down
To be trodden down
And the leaves turn from red to brown
Fall to the ground
Fall to the ground
We don't have to live in a world
Where we give bad names to beautiful things
We should live in a beautiful world
We should give beautiful a second chance
And the leaves fall from red to brown
To be trodden down
Trodden down
And the leaves turn green to red to brown
Fall to the ground
And get kicked around
You strong enough to be
Have you the courage to be
Have you the faith to be
Honest enough to stay
Don't have to be the same
Don't have to be this way
C'mon and sign your name
You wild enough to remain beautiful?
Beautiful
And the leaves turn from red to brown
To be trodden down
Trodden down
And we fall green to red to brown
Fall to the ground
But we can turn it around
You strong enough to be
Why don't you stand up and say
Give yourself a break
They'll laugh at you anyway
So why don't you stand up and be
Beautiful
Black, white, red, gold, and brown
We're stuck in this world
Nowhere to go
Turnin' around
What are you so afraid of?
Show us what you're made of
Be yourself and be beautiful
Beautiful
The imagery is intense and poetic. The lyrics, well, they say it well. So, I think I'll just end here.
When the Flag Goes Down
(h/t to M*A, who h/t'ed Tanker Brothers, who h/t'ed Blackfive. A few more, and we'll almost be six degrees from Kevin Bacon!)
I just wrote about my experience when the flag went down on Langley AFB. Here's another perspective:
Robin Williams was recently in the Middle East. He's doing his act, entertaining the troops...
And then, RETREAT sounds... (no, it's not what the Democrats and liberals would like us to do. Retreat is the end of the day bugle call which lets us know that it's time for the flag to come down.
Watch the Soldiers. And Robin Williams... who's thrown a little for a loop (I'm not sure if he's truly unaware of what's going on... think he's a little wiser and in the know than most people give credit) is very respectful.
Thought I'd share.
I just wrote about my experience when the flag went down on Langley AFB. Here's another perspective:
Robin Williams was recently in the Middle East. He's doing his act, entertaining the troops...
And then, RETREAT sounds... (no, it's not what the Democrats and liberals would like us to do. Retreat is the end of the day bugle call which lets us know that it's time for the flag to come down.
Watch the Soldiers. And Robin Williams... who's thrown a little for a loop (I'm not sure if he's truly unaware of what's going on... think he's a little wiser and in the know than most people give credit) is very respectful.
Thought I'd share.
Refreshing experience
Took my still unsold Explorer to Langley AFB today to let it sit on their Lemon Lot... Unfortunately, God having only blessed me with one body, I needed a cab back to my van.
Tried calling cab company I know, but they're not allowed on the base. Fine, I'll meet them at the gate... Only about a 2 mile walk. I'm tired, but... Army Strong! Hooah!
Start walking. I don't wear a watch, so I'm oblivious to the time. Am walking on a sidewalk alongside the VERY busy main boulevard off base.
Then I catch it... Barely. Bugle. Quick check of the cell phone clock... 1700 (Angela, you can do it!)... Flag!
Quickly come to a halt. Assume position of attention. About face. Wait. Bugle ends. I am facing 50 plus cars in front of me, staring at them. They've all just seen a Soldier stop cold, and turn around to face the flagpole... Even if their radios are thumpa-thumpin, they know... Flag!
They all come to a stop. I can sense a line behind me, as well, of the cars in the other direction. No movement.
The sun is setting directly behind me, and I am the lone person visibly standing outside...
It gets quiet as car motors turn off.
Then, I hear it... First note of "The Star-Spangled Banner". In my mind, I *hear* the command, "Present, arms!"
I salute... And hold it.
Through the whole song... Though there are times the wind carries the notes away from me, in my head, I'm singing along... So I keep my place.
One car can't hear at all.. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him start to creep, but then looks at me and sees I haven't moved a muscle.
"...and the home of the brave!" I hear the last notes. I think. Leave it to the Zoomies to through a flourish on the end.
Silence.
"Order, Arms!" goes the voice in my head... I return to attention. About face.
And I continue walking out to the gate.
2... Maybe 3 minutes out of the day but quite refreshing.
Some days, I LOVE being in uniform.
Tried calling cab company I know, but they're not allowed on the base. Fine, I'll meet them at the gate... Only about a 2 mile walk. I'm tired, but... Army Strong! Hooah!
Start walking. I don't wear a watch, so I'm oblivious to the time. Am walking on a sidewalk alongside the VERY busy main boulevard off base.
Then I catch it... Barely. Bugle. Quick check of the cell phone clock... 1700 (Angela, you can do it!)... Flag!
Quickly come to a halt. Assume position of attention. About face. Wait. Bugle ends. I am facing 50 plus cars in front of me, staring at them. They've all just seen a Soldier stop cold, and turn around to face the flagpole... Even if their radios are thumpa-thumpin, they know... Flag!
They all come to a stop. I can sense a line behind me, as well, of the cars in the other direction. No movement.
The sun is setting directly behind me, and I am the lone person visibly standing outside...
It gets quiet as car motors turn off.
Then, I hear it... First note of "The Star-Spangled Banner". In my mind, I *hear* the command, "Present, arms!"
I salute... And hold it.
Through the whole song... Though there are times the wind carries the notes away from me, in my head, I'm singing along... So I keep my place.
One car can't hear at all.. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him start to creep, but then looks at me and sees I haven't moved a muscle.
"...and the home of the brave!" I hear the last notes. I think. Leave it to the Zoomies to through a flourish on the end.
Silence.
"Order, Arms!" goes the voice in my head... I return to attention. About face.
And I continue walking out to the gate.
2... Maybe 3 minutes out of the day but quite refreshing.
Some days, I LOVE being in uniform.
07 January 2008
What a Difference a Doc Makes
We always wonder... What If?
I, and E, definitely wonder(ed) What If?
And then I read how it could have gone... I can only dream... of what might have been.
From Punk Rock Mommy:
My prayers to Andrea and her family - if I know the types of folks out there, I suspect her family has grown quite large.
I, and E, definitely wonder(ed) What If?
And then I read how it could have gone... I can only dream... of what might have been.
From Punk Rock Mommy:
People ask me to describe how I found out that I have this rare cancer. I have read awful stories on the Internet where doctors and women ignored the symptoms of IBC until it was too late. In my case I am not sure when I started to have symptoms. I feel like it may have begun during my pregnancy with Clayton. At first I noticed swelling in my left breast-actually my whole left side. It went away after Clay was born but when he was three months old I noticed the left breast was bigger, had a lot of lumps, and felt hot. I thought that all of these were symptoms of an ordinary breast infection not unlike one that any nursing mom might experience. So I used hot compresses,cabbage leaves, motrin, and eventually antibiotics. None of these relieved my symptoms which kept getting worse. I went to the E.R. at Pennsylvania Hospital on May 5th. They thought I had mastitis as well, but recommended I get an ultrasound of the breast to rule out abscesses. I took my last two finals ever on Monday6th and Tuesday7th. I felt free to focus on my health for the first time in months. I was happy and confident when I went for my ultrasound. When the Dr. remarked that he could find no abscesses, just a thickening of the breast tissue, and that he thought I should go see the breast surgeon, I knew. I asked,” Do I have cancer?”. He said,” I don’t know, but I think we should try to find out right away.” I changed back into my clothing while he made an immediate appointment for me across the street with the breast surgeon. While in the waiting room I noticed a pamphlet on Inflammatory Breast Cancer. I picked it up and read through the symptoms..doing a mental checklist…I have that, I have that, Oh man I have that too! I walked up to the Doctor and said,” I have this.” He said,” oh good you got the pamphlet.” “No, I have this cancer.” He was less convinced than me. I paced the hall for what seemed like hours but was probably more like 30 minutes. I prayed. I called my husband. I read the words..fatal,aggressive,etc. I held in my tears. I met with the surgeon. A wonderful older gentlemen. I told him that I had breast cancer. Deadly bad breast cancer. He said , “Andrea we don’t know that yet.” I said ,”I know. Well at least now I don’t have to pay back my student loans.” He laughed. From that point on I got an immediate biopsy and mammogram. All on the same day. I loved everyone I met. I decided to be nice and try to just laugh about it. Its not that I didn’t feel sad. I did to be sure. But mostly I just thought it was so cliche’. Very Lifetime television. Mom of six finally graduated from college finds out she has deadly cancer the NEXT day? Implausible. I made up a top ten list ala David Letterman. Top ten reasons its good that I have cancer. Some of them are very funny. I let myself cry only a little. I pray. And although I know that the next world is more wonderful than this one, I will hold on dearly and pray for God to let me remain here with my lovely children and wonderful husband. But I won’t be angry or bitter. Life is too short. Especially mine.
My prayers to Andrea and her family - if I know the types of folks out there, I suspect her family has grown quite large.
An Eerily Familiar Story
My mother-in-law called me tonight. She's mailing me an article she read in the local paper.
She read it to me over the telephone.
It felt like I'd heard it ALL before.
Much of it sounded as if I'd written it.
From the article in the Charleston Post & Courier:
The last line of the article struck home (as if the rest had not):
Please... I remember how uplifting E & I found all of your comments during our darkest, and not quite so dark, days. Perhaps, you can stop by and say hi to Andrea. She, like another I once knew, is a woman of indominitable spirit and charm.
Click here to zip on over.
She read it to me over the telephone.
It felt like I'd heard it ALL before.
Much of it sounded as if I'd written it.
From the article in the Charleston Post & Courier:
At her home in Fishtown, Pa., Andrea Collins Smith, inveterate hipster, South Street fixture and "Punk Rock Mommy" of the blogosphere, is speaking quickly, racing ahead like the fast-spreading cancer that will take her life.
Smith, 37, the raison d'etre for a New Year's Eve day benefit concert organized by Philadelphia's Paul Green School of Rock to raise money for her care and her family's support, has a rare and virulent form of the disease.
In May, two days after graduating with a psychology degree from Temple University and two days before Mother's Day, the mother of six, whose tattoos and piercings are too numerous to count, learned she has inflammatory breast cancer.
Stage 4. Incurable, her doctors said.
Two weeks later, she started chemotherapy: Six rounds of caustic chemicals pumped into her body, three weeks apart.
Oct. 20: Radical surgery to remove both breasts and underarm lymph nodes.
Nov. 20: The start of radiation treatments.
This month, more trouble: A CT scan revealed cancer in two vertebrae.
It wasn't there in September's tests.
"That's how fast my cancer spreads," Smith said. "That's how aggressive this cancer is."
The last line of the article struck home (as if the rest had not):
Because there is no history of cancer in Smith's family, and her strain of the disease usually hits without early warning signs, she titled her blog "Andrea Collins Smith and the Great Cancer Swindle."
Please... I remember how uplifting E & I found all of your comments during our darkest, and not quite so dark, days. Perhaps, you can stop by and say hi to Andrea. She, like another I once knew, is a woman of indominitable spirit and charm.
Click here to zip on over.
06 January 2008
Have We Lost Our Imagination?
When was the last time we had an endeavor that captured our attention?
Truthfully, less than a month ago. The New England Patriots (a professional football team in the NFL, for those not familiar) had the first undefeated season in NFL history.
Ok, it wasn't the first. It was the second. The first being the 1972 Miami Dolphins (who coincidentally came very close to having an unvictorious season this year). The Patriots were notable because this was the first sixteen game undefeated season. The 1972 Dolphins having not played sixteen games in their regular season, but fourteen. Of course, there were also two playoff games, and the Super Bowl... giving them seventeen winning games. Which, as you can see, is different than the sixteen games... or something like that.
Anywho, it was a big deal. The game was broadcast on three different networks. This was to ensure that everyone in America would have the opportunity to witness history being made.
So... before that?
Olympics?
World Cup?
America's Cup?
Presidential Elections? Nah, those sadly define apathy.
Surely there's been something...
Anyone?
Perhaps it's our quest to cure Cancer. AIDS? World Hunger? (Nope, those concerts quickly came and went in the eighties.)
Would you believe that what seems to capture our attention these days isn't success? It's failure.
Britney Spears is losing her mind, career, kids... tune in now to watch the latest. Baseball's steroid scandal. The failing of our schools. The salivating of the continuous death count of the Iraq Theater. Murders. Abductions. Virginia Tech. Even the fallacy (yes, I wrote fallacy) of Global
Warming predicates itself upon the humans failure by destroying the world, environment, children's self-esteem, and ________ insert your own item there.
What do we have to enlighten and motivate our youth?
What can we do to excite them?
Where can we find Hope for their future?
Something... um... dare I dream... positive?
In the 1960s, there was the Space Race. Space has now become a mundanity that excites few. And who can blame them? The Space Shuttle, which we are risk averse to launch after two losses over a seventeen year period, has the perception of being no more than a high-tech pick-up truck. We have the International Space Station, where a continuous human presence has been maintained for over seven years, is quickly becoming an irrelavancy to be checked off of the checklist than to be exalted. We'd once dreamed of it having seven (or more) scientists living and working aboard it using many different laboratories. It's reduced to three with fewer labs, and having taken forever to complete. It's final assembly will be the satisfaction of just finally finishing the race, not by trying to win it.
Our space program is quickly stalling out... the Shuttle is already doomed to no more flights after 2010, whether the replacement program - Constellation - is ready or not. And that continues to be scaled back, redesigned, and set up for failure much in the way the Shuttle was prior to its launch in 1981 (yes, folks, twenty-SIX years ago).
This nation... we need to find a focus. A Positive focus.
Yes, personally, I would like it to be a space focus. A new, fruitful expedition of meaningfulness.
However, we need something. Something that will light the fire of the mind of our next generations.
What do you suggest?
And just a thought, but what do our leaders suggest? Or, our potential future leaders?
Don't know? Let's ask them. And not take a shrug, or a nice form letter, as an answer.
There is more to LIFE than just marking time and waiting for the next event to come to us. It's to be savored, and to be created - We can do it. If we want to, that is.
It's time to lead us to our future, it's waiting for us.
Truthfully, less than a month ago. The New England Patriots (a professional football team in the NFL, for those not familiar) had the first undefeated season in NFL history.
Ok, it wasn't the first. It was the second. The first being the 1972 Miami Dolphins (who coincidentally came very close to having an unvictorious season this year). The Patriots were notable because this was the first sixteen game undefeated season. The 1972 Dolphins having not played sixteen games in their regular season, but fourteen. Of course, there were also two playoff games, and the Super Bowl... giving them seventeen winning games. Which, as you can see, is different than the sixteen games... or something like that.
Anywho, it was a big deal. The game was broadcast on three different networks. This was to ensure that everyone in America would have the opportunity to witness history being made.
So... before that?
Olympics?
World Cup?
America's Cup?
Presidential Elections? Nah, those sadly define apathy.
Surely there's been something...
Anyone?
Perhaps it's our quest to cure Cancer. AIDS? World Hunger? (Nope, those concerts quickly came and went in the eighties.)
Would you believe that what seems to capture our attention these days isn't success? It's failure.
Britney Spears is losing her mind, career, kids... tune in now to watch the latest. Baseball's steroid scandal. The failing of our schools. The salivating of the continuous death count of the Iraq Theater. Murders. Abductions. Virginia Tech. Even the fallacy (yes, I wrote fallacy) of Global
Warming predicates itself upon the humans failure by destroying the world, environment, children's self-esteem, and ________ insert your own item there.
What do we have to enlighten and motivate our youth?
What can we do to excite them?
Where can we find Hope for their future?
Something... um... dare I dream... positive?
In the 1960s, there was the Space Race. Space has now become a mundanity that excites few. And who can blame them? The Space Shuttle, which we are risk averse to launch after two losses over a seventeen year period, has the perception of being no more than a high-tech pick-up truck. We have the International Space Station, where a continuous human presence has been maintained for over seven years, is quickly becoming an irrelavancy to be checked off of the checklist than to be exalted. We'd once dreamed of it having seven (or more) scientists living and working aboard it using many different laboratories. It's reduced to three with fewer labs, and having taken forever to complete. It's final assembly will be the satisfaction of just finally finishing the race, not by trying to win it.
Our space program is quickly stalling out... the Shuttle is already doomed to no more flights after 2010, whether the replacement program - Constellation - is ready or not. And that continues to be scaled back, redesigned, and set up for failure much in the way the Shuttle was prior to its launch in 1981 (yes, folks, twenty-SIX years ago).
This nation... we need to find a focus. A Positive focus.
Yes, personally, I would like it to be a space focus. A new, fruitful expedition of meaningfulness.
However, we need something. Something that will light the fire of the mind of our next generations.
What do you suggest?
And just a thought, but what do our leaders suggest? Or, our potential future leaders?
Don't know? Let's ask them. And not take a shrug, or a nice form letter, as an answer.
There is more to LIFE than just marking time and waiting for the next event to come to us. It's to be savored, and to be created - We can do it. If we want to, that is.
It's time to lead us to our future, it's waiting for us.
05 January 2008
More Than Just Rocks
One thing I've often heard about the Apollo Moon Expeditions is "Well, all they did was bring back a bunch of rocks."
I'm going to avoid going into that discussion about "just rocks".
I would like to share one of the more memorable moments, though.
It proved, after hundreds of years, in a way that could not be done on Earth, that Galileo was right - that his foresight and knowledge were on target.
Dave Scott from Apollo 15:
I'm going to avoid going into that discussion about "just rocks".
I would like to share one of the more memorable moments, though.
It proved, after hundreds of years, in a way that could not be done on Earth, that Galileo was right - that his foresight and knowledge were on target.
Dave Scott from Apollo 15:
Bringing History to Life
It is true. One of my absolute passions is flying. And one of the pinnacles of that has been mankind's journey into the vastness of space.
Star Trek's immortal mantra had it right: "Space, the Final Frontier..."
In the 1960's, our technology, our abilities... our imagination made "giant leaps" forward - accelerating our knowledge, our understanding... of both ourselves, our home, and our universe.
We are rapidly approaching that time being a half a century ago. Already, we've passed the fifty year mark for the launch of Sputnik, the first object to orbit the Earth.
And with the passage of Time, the nuances of history begin to fade to dust. The STORY gets shorter and shorter until it will finally be just a paragraph (or Less!) in a history book.
But it's the STORY that makes the adventure so compelling. It's the STORY that makes the experience, the why we did what we did... and why we must continue.
I am voraciously aborbing as many texts that tell the nuances of the story. Whether it's Andrew Chaikin's A Man On the Moon, Gene Kranz's Failure is Not An Option, Jim Lovell's, Lost Moon, and innumerable more..., the story is compelling.
And I am happy for Tom Hanks. He saw that the story needed to be told. And he backed a project that stepped away from the headlines, and told the story... the texture that makes it interesting. That which makes the story compelling. As we would have once gathered around the campfire, mesmerized by tales of might and wonder... so are we compelled to gather again.
I encourage you to seek out and find (alright, I'd buy it - as you should have a copy) of "From the Earth to the Moon" (available at Amazon.com, and other fine retailers).
This twelve part miniseries from HBO is of impeccable quality, and attention to detail; it seeks to tell The Story.
To give you a taste, here is the opening sequence.
You'll note the music from an earlier post... It's stirring, and moving... and my Heart quivers whenever I hear it.
(If you're a space buff, see how many of the images you can identify.)
Star Trek's immortal mantra had it right: "Space, the Final Frontier..."
In the 1960's, our technology, our abilities... our imagination made "giant leaps" forward - accelerating our knowledge, our understanding... of both ourselves, our home, and our universe.
We are rapidly approaching that time being a half a century ago. Already, we've passed the fifty year mark for the launch of Sputnik, the first object to orbit the Earth.
And with the passage of Time, the nuances of history begin to fade to dust. The STORY gets shorter and shorter until it will finally be just a paragraph (or Less!) in a history book.
But it's the STORY that makes the adventure so compelling. It's the STORY that makes the experience, the why we did what we did... and why we must continue.
I am voraciously aborbing as many texts that tell the nuances of the story. Whether it's Andrew Chaikin's A Man On the Moon, Gene Kranz's Failure is Not An Option, Jim Lovell's, Lost Moon, and innumerable more..., the story is compelling.
And I am happy for Tom Hanks. He saw that the story needed to be told. And he backed a project that stepped away from the headlines, and told the story... the texture that makes it interesting. That which makes the story compelling. As we would have once gathered around the campfire, mesmerized by tales of might and wonder... so are we compelled to gather again.
I encourage you to seek out and find (alright, I'd buy it - as you should have a copy) of "From the Earth to the Moon" (available at Amazon.com, and other fine retailers).
This twelve part miniseries from HBO is of impeccable quality, and attention to detail; it seeks to tell The Story.
To give you a taste, here is the opening sequence.
You'll note the music from an earlier post... It's stirring, and moving... and my Heart quivers whenever I hear it.
(If you're a space buff, see how many of the images you can identify.)
An Amazing Motivational Speech
In 1962, at a speech at Rice University, President John F. Kennedy gave a speech which is a stunning example of motivation, and oratory.
I get goosebumps every time I hear it.
(At the end of the clip...)
I get goosebumps every time I hear it.
(At the end of the clip...)
There is no strife, no prejudice, no national conflict in outer space as yet. Its hazards are hostile to us all. Its conquest deserves the best of all mankind, and its opportunity for peaceful cooperation many never come again. But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask why climb the highest mountain? Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic? Why does Rice play Texas?
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.
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