Friday, December 30, 2005 

Long time, no blog. The holidays seem to do that to people, not necessarily the blogging thing as not all people blog. Even many who have blogs don't blog (*hint*). Rather, it's the busy-ness of if all. "Regular" activities take a back seat to the parties, family, presents . . . all that yule stuff. And sadly, from all the time I've had off from blogging, I really don't have much to say. Now, now . . . it's ok, wipe away your tears. The details of my existence are nothing to leak over. I'll do what I can, no promises.

Christmas was way too fast but good. Being with family at all is great times, even if it's just for 24 hours (and 10 of that sleeping). Watching kids get excited over every single thing they get (shoes, clothes . . . everything) is one of the more fun things of the holidays. Even adults can be quite giddy at times, and that may be more entertaining than the children. My giddyness was aroused a few times this season. My giddyness was at it's height when after a 30 year wait I finally received my first light-saber. It is, of course, a green one, like Luke's in Return of the Jedi. Many of you are now rolling your eyes and roll as you may, my light-saber ROCKS!!!! My son has one too, and I normally only lose a leg or two in our duals because that's the only thing he can reach. If he manages to get me to the ground I will most assuredly have my head cut off!! I'm so proud. I also received numerous gift cards, a couple movies, some clothes, software, an s-bux coffee maker (Addison rocks!), and a signed copy of Jasper Fforde's book "The Big Over Easy." Favorite gift this year is a toss-up between the light-saber and the Fforde book. Both very wonderful gifts. But now upon 2 seconds of reflection, I must say that the book is my favorite gift because I actually bought the light-saber and let someone else give it (sneaky!). The oddest gift I got (I didn't get any bad ones) was a lock for my gun box. "I don't even own a gun, much less many guns which would necessitate an entire rack." (ok, in this case it's a box but you get the idea).

Overall, Christmas was good times. Gone too fast but it always is. A new year is coming up and of course some will be doing new years resolutions. I personally quit those awhile back . . . nothing ever seemed to get resolved. Sooooo here we are, another Christmas and another year waving at us in the rear-view. Most of the past seems to be a bit foggy, I can only see bits and pieces peeking at me from underneath the cover. Small portions of it are vivid, color photographs, yesterday happening again today. I hope your 2005 is that way for you . . . vivid and full of wonderful memories. Here's to 2006. Make it good . . . LIVESTRONG


~sof

(take it to heart)
"in the mirror the reflections of the papers and tv's
painted over the sad faces and the hearts like empty streets"

Sunday, December 25, 2005 

Merry Christmas EVERYONE

Afrikaans: Gesëende Kersfees
Afrikander: Een Plesierige Kerfees
African/ Eritrean/ Tigrinja: Rehus-Beal-Ledeats
Albanian:Gezur Krislinjden
Arabic: Milad Majid
Argentine: Feliz Navidad
Armenian: Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Pari Gaghand
Azeri: Tezze Iliniz Yahsi Olsun
Bahasa Malaysia: Selamat Hari Natal
Basque: Zorionak eta Urte Berri On!
Bengali: Shuvo Naba Barsha
Bohemian: Vesele Vanoce
Brazilian: Boas Festas e Feliz Ano Novo
Breton: Nedeleg laouen na bloavezh mat
Bulgarian: Tchestita Koleda; Tchestito Rojdestvo Hristovo
Catalan: Bon Nadal i un Bon Any Nou!
Chile: Feliz Navidad
Chinese: (Cantonese) Gun Tso Sun Tan'Gung Haw Sun
Chinese: (Mandarin) Kung His Hsin Nien bing Chu Shen Tan
(Catonese) Gun Tso Sun Tan'Gung Haw Sun
Choctaw: Yukpa, Nitak Hollo Chito
Columbia: Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo
Cornish: Nadelik looan na looan blethen noweth
Corsian: Pace e salute
Crazanian: Rot Yikji Dol La Roo
Cree: Mitho Makosi Kesikansi
Croatian: Sretan Bozic
Czech: Prejeme Vam Vesele Vanoce a stastny Novy Rok
Danish: Glædelig Jul
Duri: Christmas-e- Shoma Mobarak
Dutch: Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een Gelukkig Nieuwjaar!
or Zalig Kerstfeast
Eskimo: (inupik) Jutdlime pivdluarit ukiortame pivdluaritlo!
Esperanto: Gajan Kristnaskon
Estonian: Ruumsaid juulup|hi
Faeroese: Gledhilig jol og eydnurikt nyggjar!
Farsi: Cristmas-e-shoma mobarak bashad
Finnish: Hyvaa joulua
Flemish: Zalig Kerstfeest en Gelukkig nieuw jaar
French: Joyeux Noel
Frisian: Noflike Krystdagen en in protte Lok en Seine yn it Nije Jier!
Galician: Bo Nada
Gaelic: Nollaig chridheil agus Bliadhna mhath ùr! German: Froehliche Weihnachten
Greek: Kala Christouyenna!
Hausa: Barka da Kirsimatikuma Barka da Sabuwar Shekara!
Hawaiian: Mele Kalikimaka
Hebrew: Mo'adim Lesimkha. Chena tova
Hindi: Shub Naya Baras
Hausa: Barka da Kirsimatikuma Barka da Sabuwar Shekara!
Hawaian: Mele Kalikimaka ame Hauoli Makahiki Hou!
Hungarian: Kellemes Karacsonyi unnepeket
Icelandic: Gledileg Jol
Indonesian: Selamat Hari Natal
Iraqi: Idah Saidan Wa Sanah Jadidah
Irish: Nollaig Shona Dhuit, or Nodlaig mhaith chugnat
Iroquois: Ojenyunyat Sungwiyadeson honungradon nagwutut. Ojenyunyat osrasay.
Italian: Buone Feste Natalizie
Japanese: Shinnen omedeto. Kurisumasu Omedeto
Jiberish: Mithag Crithagsigathmithags
Korean: Sung Tan Chuk Ha
Latin: Natale hilare et Annum Faustum!
Latvian: Prieci'gus Ziemsve'tkus un Laimi'gu Jauno Gadu!
Lausitzian:Wjesole hody a strowe nowe leto
Lettish: Priecigus Ziemassvetkus
Lithuanian: Linksmu Kaledu
Low Saxon: Heughliche Winachten un 'n moi Nijaar
Macedonian: Sreken Bozhik
Maltese: IL-Milied It-tajjeb
Manx: Nollick ghennal as blein vie noa
Maori: Meri Kirihimete
Marathi: Shub Naya Varsh
Navajo: Merry Keshmish
Norwegian: God Jul, or Gledelig Jul
Occitan: Pulit nadal e bona annado
Papiamento: Bon Pasco
Papua New Guinea: Bikpela hamamas blong dispela Krismas na Nupela yia i go long yu
Pennsylvania German: En frehlicher Grischtdaag un en hallich Nei Yaahr!
Peru: Feliz Navidad y un Venturoso Año Nuevo
Philipines: Maligayan Pasko!
Polish: Wesolych Swiat Bozego Narodzenia or Boze Narodzenie
Portuguese:Feliz Natal
Pushto: Christmas Aao Ne-way Kaal Mo Mobarak Sha
Rapa-Nui (Easter Island): Mata-Ki-Te-Rangi. Te-Pito-O-Te-Henua
Rhetian: Bellas festas da nadal e bun onn
Romanche: (sursilvan dialect): Legreivlas fiastas da Nadal e bien niev onn!
Rumanian: Sarbatori vesele
Russian: Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva is Novim Godom
Sami: Buorrit Juovllat
Samoan: La Maunia Le Kilisimasi Ma Le Tausaga Fou
Sardinian: Bonu nadale e prosperu annu nou
Serbian: Hristos se rodi
Slovakian: Sretan Bozic or Vesele vianoce
Sami: Buorrit Juovllat
Samoan: La Maunia Le Kilisimasi Ma Le Tausaga Fou
Scots Gaelic: Nollaig chridheil huibh
Serb-Croatian: Sretam Bozic. Vesela Nova Godina
Serbian: Hristos se rodi. Singhalese: Subha nath thalak Vewa. Subha Aluth Awrudhak Vewa
Slovak: Vesele Vianoce. A stastlivy Novy Rok
Slovene: Vesele Bozicne. Screcno Novo Leto
Spanish: Feliz Navidad
Swedish: God Jul and (Och) Ett Gott Nytt År
Tagalog: Maligayamg Pasko. Masaganang Bagong Taon
Tami: Nathar Puthu Varuda Valthukkal
Trukeese: (Micronesian) Neekiriisimas annim oo iyer seefe feyiyeech!
Thai: Sawadee Pee Mai
Turkish: Noeliniz Ve Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun
Ukrainian: Srozhdestvom Kristovym
Urdu: Naya Saal Mubarak Ho
Vietnamese: Chung Mung Giang Sinh
Welsh: Nadolig Llawen
Yugoslavian: Cestitamo Bozic
Yoruba: E ku odun, e ku iye'dun!


~sof

Sunday, December 18, 2005 

Moonshine

MOONSHINE

the moon is teasing me,
peeking at me through the mini blinds of my dark night
and in such a way that i remember
what it was like to be out under the open sky.

out where cold is a temperature
not a feeling,
where stars are something to be wished upon,
not hope a million miles away.

it's you that i remember remembering me,
staring at me through the cracks
from when i dropped myself into
the basement of this temple.

bent over my silent heart in the darkest corner
of the moonshine he catches me, peeking
through the tiny slits of my tired eyes,
wishing for you to pull them wide open.



~sof

Wednesday, December 14, 2005 

Your own story

It's a wonder why we're so intrigued with the lives of other people. The office where I work during the day is littered with People and US magazines. If you've looked at either of these magazines for 4 minutes (or any other like them), you know that it is all and only celebrity gossip. Most, if not all, of it is inane, useless, petty, disgusting gossip about the best known people in our country. The people that, sadly, so many of us "normals" want to emulate. How many of us have wondered what it would be like to live that lifestyle? How many of us acutally desire that lifestyle? The glamour, the fame, the money . . . would you also like the hatred, the pain, the legal problems? Why is our discontentment so pervasive? I know for myself that discontentment seems to rule the day most of the time. For me it usually revolves around my "contribution" to the world or, rather, my overwhelming sense of lack, so my thoughts tend to run to those I see making what I would consider to be a significant contribution and I dwell there. I've recently learned (well, am learning, still a work in progress) that it does me little good, if any. No matter the lots cast me in this life, what else can I do but play the hand dealt me? It may not be the hand I wanted, but it's the hand I have . . . it's the hand I'm supposed to have. I suppose this is a little blurp on the cliche of living one's life as best you can, a little carpe diem if you will, play the hand dealt you, let the chips fall as they may, then, use the chips to gamble every now and then to see what you can get from the hand you were dealt. Make life an adventure, take chances, go out on limbs, throw a sleeping bag out in the back yard and sleep out under the stars every now and then. Don't spend your time on other people's lives, that only means that you're a boring person who doesn't do much, but only sits around wishing that somewhere, somehow some star will come streaking through your life and turn your world upside down. It may, it may soon or far, it's just not gonna happen from the pages of a magazine.

"Child, " said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own." ~Aslan to Shasta in The Horse and His Boy


~sof

Saturday, December 10, 2005 

My eyes (eye, really)

Per a comment on the last post, I decided I would share the new details regarding the status of my eyes. I have astigmatism in my right eye. Astigmatism is an abnormal curvature of the cornea causing blurred vision (different than regular bad vision). One needs special glasses or contacts in order to change the curvature of the cornea so that the regular bad vision can be helped as well. I've known that I've had astigmatism in my right eye for about 3 years now. So, in my left eye I wear a regular contact lens, but in my right eye I have to wear a toric lens. Now, my astigmatism has gotten progressively worse, which of course means that the vision in that eye has gotten progressively worse. My new optometrist, Dr Shocherer (prounouced Dr. 'Shocker'), asked me at my appointment if any one ever discussed a particular eye disorder with me. That eye disorder is known as keratoconus. Keratoconus is a gradual thinning of the cornea. Nearsightedness and astigmatism accompany keratoconus (both of which I have in that eye) and appears from the teens to twenties in most people. Doc Shock (as he's known) told me that he didn't really see any of the "indicators" that I have keratoconus, but he wants to keep checking on it just in case. I don't know how much I believe the "don't really see any indicators" part of it, he almost seemed hesitant to tell me that part. Anyway, the end result of keratoconus (as there is no treatment for it) is the growth of scar tissue over the cornea and an eventual corneal transplant. Not a very happy prognosis should I have the disease. There are alternatives before it gets that far such as lasik surgery and corneal inserts. Both of these are options are quite expensive. I don't know which one I'd prefer . . . it's just been so long since I've seen clearly at all that I would probably do either.

And now, some pictures of what we just read:


"C" is the cornea




white blur is scarring in the advanced stages
of keratoconus




how keratoconus "bends" the cornea


And this is neat but kinda yucky

Well, there's the update on my eyes. Now you all know the inner workings of what's going on every time I look at something. It makes looking into peoples eyes quite interesting. I hope that you have all enjoyed this educational exercise.

Be good, do good.


~sof

Friday, December 09, 2005 

Chilly brrrrrrr

All this cold weather reminds me of winter! Albeit, this winter will actually bring Christmas (unlike Narnia where the White Witch has cast a spell and it is always winter and never Christmas!! how awfully dreadful!). I know, I know, I live in Texas and so I'm technically not allowed to gripe about the cold. But when it's 90 degrees on Saturday and then 25 on Tuesday . . . well, that's a shock to the system. It was 14 this morning and for a native Texan, that's a bit chilly. And yes, we close down shop when the roads freeze, so all of you "darn" Yankees can laugh at us about that, but I also heard testimony yesterday about northern states who close up shop and cancel school when it's 105 degrees outside when we all know that 105 degrees isn't even hot yet. So, we'll call it even.

I updated my flickr pics, so go over and click on the sidebar flickr to check 'em out.

I finished The Magician's Nephew and should finish The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe soon. It will be for the third time if I remember correctly. I'm a little ancy (sp?) about the movie but have absolutely no idea when I'll have time to see it.

I went to the eye doctor today for the first time in about 2 years. That's not huge news for a lot of people but when your eyes are permanantly broken it's kinda cool to think about being able to see well again. My right eye has apparently gotten a little worse (not unexpected) but still useable with the correct perscription. He dialated my eyes so I have those huge, scarey looking pupils. I'm hoping that maybe if someone makes me mad enough I'll shoot lasers at them through my eyeballs.

I 'spose I'm finished boring you for the day. If you've read this far, congratulations, you're now more bored than you were 10 minutes ago. However, you do get a little taste of Narnia and Aslan. Chow!

"'Then, he isn't safe?' said Lucy.

'Safe?' said Mr. Beaver; 'don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you.'"


~sof

Wednesday, December 07, 2005 

A Magical Escape

It's still amazing to me how a great story can steal you away to the most extraordinary of places. What's even more amazing is how even when you're an adult, a great children's story can have that effect. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe opens this Friday in theaters, so, I started reading the Narnia series again this week. I'm only about half way through The Magician's Nephew and it's just as good as it was the first time. But even more than that, there are times in our lives when we need an escape more than others. The mundane of the everyday just grates on our nerves and stifles the imagination that was so vivid when we were children. Cutting down the evil empires with our tree branch swords or saving stuffed animal civilians from the raging sea on our boat in the bedroom.

It's somewhat silly, really, believing myself to be Digory, along side Polly, sneaking though the connected houses to Uncle Andrews attic study, being swept away to magical lands, and ringing the bell that awakens the Witch Queen from her spell (oh what a dreadful thing I have done). Or is it not so silly? I'm convinced we all need it, the escape I mean. All of us are, at one time or another, trying to find our way out of the cupboard . . . you just need to be daring enough to do it! If you think that maybe I am a bit childish . . . I'm sorry you have to miss out. :-p - - - - - (for those of you who missed that, i'm sticking my tongue out at you!)


"'We musn't make a sound,' said Polly as they climbed in again behind the cistern. Because it was such an important occasion they took a candle each (Polly had a good store of these in her cave).

"It was very dark and dusty and drafty and they stepped from rafter to rafter without a word except when they whispered to one another, 'We're opposite your attic now' or 'this must be halfway through our house.' And neither of them stumbled and the candles didn't go out, and at last they came where they could see a little door in the brick wall on their right. There was no bolt or handle on this side of it, of course, for the door had been made for getting in, not for getting out; but there was a catch (as there often is on the inside of a cupboard door) which they felt sure they would be able to turn.

"'Shall I?' said Digory.

"'I'm game if you are,' said Polly, just as she had said before. Both felt that it was becoming very serious, but neither would draw back. Digory pushed around the catch with some difficulty. The door swung open and the sudden daylight made them blink. Then, with great shock . . . . . ."


All you have to do is unfasten the latch . . . and enter.


~sof

Monday, December 05, 2005 

I'm a Geek

But what's funny is that a lot of you will go do it too . . . have fun.

Numenorean
Numenorean


To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?
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Let me know how it turns out.

Good days everyone!!!


~sof

Friday, December 02, 2005 

Deaf and Dumb

Who are you? Are your ways the best ways? Are your ways the only ways? Who am I? Does it matter? Do you preach? Must I be who you want me to be? Perhaps I shall be a public politician, a mechanic or musician. Would that be ok? An astronaut, geologist, or a stay at home mom. Would you mind? A working mom, a stay at home dad, a kid 'til I'm 50. What would you say to that? What would you say? Should you say anything at all?


Deaf and Dumb

Hey mister decision
Make up my mind for me
You're like a religion
I could be caged or free
I might be lost at sea

Hey mister judgmental
Show me the way to be
Show me the way to go
You're high on a pedestal
You know what I should know

And I wish I could become
Deaf and dumb

Hey mister perfect choice
Point me the way to look
Sing in your flawless voice
Where's the road I should have took
What page is best in the book

Hey mister heaven bound
Help me to find the way
Get me up off the ground
What more than Christ can be found

And I wish I could become
Deaf and dumb

Hey mister get it right
You saw me fall tonight
Tell the world of my own flight
I'll tell you to take a ride

And I wish I could become
Deaf and dumb

~Michael Knott



~sof

Thursday, December 01, 2005 

Techno Clicks and the Wilderness

Check out the little blue and orange button just under the Flickr ---->
You may have seen one of these before, but not mine!!! Now you can see just how few people actually visit here :-)

And on another, totally unrelated front.

The following has always been one of my favorite songs. It speaks to those I like to call the "cotton candy" crowd. Those people who fear the hard and low times so much that they deny they exist or look down the long slope of their nose at those who may find themselves there more often than not, and then preach the "cotton candy" of life or the everything's always "hunky dory" mentality. I've always wondered if people smile as much in their closet as they do in the public eye. I think the truly happy person would. They would love life and it would make them smile, regardless of where they were. But I also think the majority of people aren't truly happy, what we see is a faux emotion based on circumstance and not inner joy. To those I'd like to say, "Stop faking it! The wilderness is ok! Just so long as you realize that you are there, why you're there, and start working on how to find the way out . . . or sit down long enough to let the way out find you."

Wilderness

Everybody drinks the water from the murky pool
Surely as you think you're well
You know your belly aches
Everybody learns religion at the blind man's school
Will you reach for heaven
When the preacher charms the snake

Is your faith so right
Are you so blessed
Everybody wanders in the forest
Is your heart so true

Count the butts and bottles
In the morning when we're gone
Fools agree reality is more than we should bear
How do you gaze into the sun from dusk to dawn
We love the truth enough to die but we won't swear

Is your faith so right
Are you so blessed
Everybody wanders in the forest
Is your heart so true
Are you so good
Everybody wanders in the woods

Everybody begs the juror be more than merciful
For the crime we celebrate, for bigotry we learn
Everybody drinks the water from the murky pool
Surely as it heals your soul you feel your body burn

Is your faith so right
Are you so blessed
Everybody wanders in the forest
Is your heart so true
Are you that good
Everybody wanders in the woods
Everybody wanders in the forest
Everybody wanders in the wilderness

~the Choir

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a look ahead: Tomorrow -- Deaf and Dumb


~sof

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