Ana and I, starved for entertainment, just finished watching the end of 'The Karate Kid.'
This is a classic piece of Americana.
As I think about becoming a father, I think of the most valuable lesson this movie teaches:
Everything will turn out great, if you can just kick that guy in the face.
Rejoice, o young man, if you can kick thine opponent in (or about) the face.
Thanks, Karate Kid!
Monday, January 28, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
99% Accurate
Looks like Ana is pregnant, ergo I will be a Dad.
This is probably the biggest news of my life so far, so I am in a mild state of shock. Very pleasant shock.
We are both thrilled and my already forward looking mind is being thrown into overdrive.
We took two tests and both came up positive. With a 99% accuracy that must mean we are 198% certain!
Pretty amazing stuff, since we have been together since 1992 and just recently decided to lower our defenses, so to speak, and see what might happen. Well, I guess it was an easy prediction.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Truly Illusion Too
Our dreams might last the whole night through
Every one could come true
Our childhood stories so fantastic an excuse
Before the dawn the darkest blue
Truly illusion too
This world is but a stage
An earthly solitude
Every one could come true
Our childhood stories so fantastic an excuse
Before the dawn the darkest blue
Truly illusion too
This world is but a stage
An earthly solitude
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Painted Lines
Ah, the power of paint.
Often as I am driving I marvel at the power of paint, and our faith in painted lines.
We literally place our lives in the trust of painted lines on our roads every day.
Two vehicles hurtling towards each other on a two lane highway at 50 miles per hour, the only thing between them is an arm's length of air and a line or two of dried yellow paint on the pavement- sometimes not even a solid line! And almost never will those vehicles touch.
Or lanes on a freeway- I am more careful parking in my garage than driving on the freeway- and how much more dangerous is the freeway! It's not like I have lines painted on the floor of my garage, either.
It's actually quite astonishing. Imagine explaining this concept to an ancient human:
'Oh don't worry. It's perfectly safe. See the painted line!'
Those who might question their faith in humankind should really consider this, as it is not the paint that protects us but the symbolism that each driver (hopefully, and most of the time, they do) recognizes and heeds, and our faith that the other driver's level of self-preservation is sufficient to protect ourselves from disaster and death thousands and thousands of times.
Often as I am driving I marvel at the power of paint, and our faith in painted lines.
We literally place our lives in the trust of painted lines on our roads every day.
Two vehicles hurtling towards each other on a two lane highway at 50 miles per hour, the only thing between them is an arm's length of air and a line or two of dried yellow paint on the pavement- sometimes not even a solid line! And almost never will those vehicles touch.
Or lanes on a freeway- I am more careful parking in my garage than driving on the freeway- and how much more dangerous is the freeway! It's not like I have lines painted on the floor of my garage, either.
It's actually quite astonishing. Imagine explaining this concept to an ancient human:
'Oh don't worry. It's perfectly safe. See the painted line!'
Those who might question their faith in humankind should really consider this, as it is not the paint that protects us but the symbolism that each driver (hopefully, and most of the time, they do) recognizes and heeds, and our faith that the other driver's level of self-preservation is sufficient to protect ourselves from disaster and death thousands and thousands of times.
Lord of the Rings - Battle for Middle Earth II
There is a reason I did not play video games for about... oh 15 years or so.
Then I got Lord of the Rings - Battle for Middle Earth II.
This is not an advertisement. It is a warning.
STAY AWAY FROM THIS GAME.
Your life will waste away in a wash of digital stupidity.
I can rationalize and say that it helps my brain with strategy, planning, etc... but that is really mostly nonsense. All it does is make you better at the game and thus PLAY IT MORE and MORE...
Stay away.
Then I got Lord of the Rings - Battle for Middle Earth II.
This is not an advertisement. It is a warning.
STAY AWAY FROM THIS GAME.
Your life will waste away in a wash of digital stupidity.
I can rationalize and say that it helps my brain with strategy, planning, etc... but that is really mostly nonsense. All it does is make you better at the game and thus PLAY IT MORE and MORE...
Stay away.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Immaterial
Into the void, we dropped a parable
While laughing love's light was leading hysteria
A burning lantern that dims all fears of
The comfort of night on the eve of the turning tide
Out of the street the cardboard mime speaks
Out of the street and into the mind
Love, lead them away from the water they drink
Love, lead them back to my bread and my wine
Awaken from this trance beside the sweet starry sadness
Your unhappy cup is full with a drop's worth of time
The moments will pass unnoticed if allowed to
Gather your gladness about us with mine
While laughing love's light was leading hysteria
A burning lantern that dims all fears of
The comfort of night on the eve of the turning tide
Out of the street the cardboard mime speaks
Out of the street and into the mind
Love, lead them away from the water they drink
Love, lead them back to my bread and my wine
Awaken from this trance beside the sweet starry sadness
Your unhappy cup is full with a drop's worth of time
The moments will pass unnoticed if allowed to
Gather your gladness about us with mine
Pilot
I had not heard from my friend Tyler in a while when he called today, which was a fine surprise.
We talked for a while. He suggested I start a blog. He is a painter, a real artist, whom I admire and respect greatly.
But why Ninth Mode, you may ask? O thy Ninth Mode, what could it mean?
It means me! It's an anagram for my actual name, which another friend of mine, Daryl, discovered (Not my name, but the anagram) a while back. He is a musician, a real musician. We play tunes once in a while. Ninth Mode is now my nickname, like the seven musical modes. There is a mysterious 8th mode, and beyond that is me.
I will not pretend to not be somewhat self absorbed. Who else but at least the somewhat self absorbed would bother writing a blog? None I say. O thy Ninth Mode, none indeed.
So I am going to give this thing a shot, and see what happens.
Hope you enjoy!
Thanks, Tyler! Now I'll check out your blog.
We talked for a while. He suggested I start a blog. He is a painter, a real artist, whom I admire and respect greatly.
But why Ninth Mode, you may ask? O thy Ninth Mode, what could it mean?
It means me! It's an anagram for my actual name, which another friend of mine, Daryl, discovered (Not my name, but the anagram) a while back. He is a musician, a real musician. We play tunes once in a while. Ninth Mode is now my nickname, like the seven musical modes. There is a mysterious 8th mode, and beyond that is me.
I will not pretend to not be somewhat self absorbed. Who else but at least the somewhat self absorbed would bother writing a blog? None I say. O thy Ninth Mode, none indeed.
So I am going to give this thing a shot, and see what happens.
Hope you enjoy!
Thanks, Tyler! Now I'll check out your blog.
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