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| | On Order | | | Tuesday, November 3, 2009 (12:44 PM)
(I'm feeling artistic) | | | I've ordered a new beret--dark red--and a new headset. I just bought this new headset--cheap--but hate it. I bought it because it has a mic but the earphone part kills my ears and it's tooooooo tight. Not only that, but there's no in-line volume control. To broadcast the volume is too high for me but okay for the listeners.The new set should correct the problems. | | | 34 Views | 0  Thumbs Up | 0 Comments |  |
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| | HaHaHa | | | Saturday, October 31, 2009 (8:57 AM)
(I'm feeling creative) | | | Hahahahahaha! This background will catch your attention. I needed something playful and creative. What fun. | | | | 34 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 1 Comment | |
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| | Say What? | | | Saturday, October 31, 2009 (8:53 AM)
(I'm feeling surprised) | | | According to some folks, Wolf and I are leaving LiveVideo. Nope! I am planning to do some broadcasts on BlogTV. Wolf isn't planning on doing anything except broadcast from here. | | | | 50 Views | 2 Thumbs Up | 1 Comment | |
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| | The Cycle of Life | | | Saturday, October 31, 2009 (8:54 AM)
(I'm feeling thoughtful) | | Although I don't know many details, information on LV says that BudLightWoman died yesterday from heart related issues. I sympathize with the grief expressed by LV members. But most of us didn't really know her, and I am limited in how much I can grieve. She was always really supportive of my broadcasts and used her sardonic wit to comment in the chat.
Saturday I went to a memorial service for someone I really knew. The woman had been battling a variety of health issues for almost two years: diabetes then kidney failure, artery blockage then infections from transplanting a vessel from her leg to repair the damage, and finally a series of strokes. It took the "doctors?" over a month to determine that she'd really had a stroke. Then for three months the prognosis was getting better then getting worse. Go to hospice then no we can make her better. Finally, she told her family that it was time for hospice where she died in the care of a loving staff with her family present.
In July, another friend went to bed one night. The next morning her husband couldn't wake her up. She had died in her sleep.
Which way is the easiest way to go? Just ask yourself that question.
The point is that mercy has many faces. We don't know what health issues BudLightWoman might have been dealing with or would have had to deal with if she had not died so unexpectedly. Sudden death from heart issues is sad and terrible for those of us left behind but don't forget that there are worse things. I just figure she's in the light of love, peace, compassion, and joy. Love you guys. | | | | 52 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | The Naked Truth | | | Saturday, October 17, 2009 (6:19 AM)
(I'm feeling crazy) | | I'll try this again. We had fun yesterday on Biker-Radio. You got to see Wolf and I get wasted doing taquilla shots as well. Of course I feel like crappola this morning. Hahaha!
The Soon-To-Be Naked Truth About Air Travel
As many of us gear up for holiday travel, the Transportation Security Administration has added even more stress to your plans: naked travel.
USA Today recently reported that the TSA purchased “150 security machines at airport checkpoints that enable screeners to see under passengers’ clothes.” These virtual strip searches allow TSA screeners to see detailed images of passengers’ bodies. Although these machines have been around for a while, it appears they have gone mainstream.
But it’s not just the program’s expansion that is raising eyebrows. TSA has always maintained that these machines are for secondary screening only, and that no one will have to undergo a virtual strip search. But now the machines will be used in place of metal detectors. Many people will likely go through them without ever knowing that there is a person in the room next door checking out their assets.
Beyond the horrible invasion of privacy, this retreat from the truth calls into question TSA’s other protections for the program. Specifically, officers who view the image are never supposed to see the live passenger, and the passenger’s face is blurred. Further, officers aren’t allowed to bring cameras into the room where these images are viewed, and the computer system is not supposed to be able to retain images. But this is nowhere in law or regulation. It’s simply TSA policy, subject to change at any time.
TSA has resisted commonsense regulation -- already passed in the House -- that would largely codify what was supposed to be their existing policy and assure that these machines are only used for secondary screening. The Senate should quickly follow the House’s lead.
Security is always a balance between effectiveness and invasiveness. In this case, the TSA has gone too far.
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| | This place is weird | | | Tuesday, October 13, 2009 (1:46 PM)
(I'm feeling amused) | | I swear I've never seen anything like this place. You know, I hope, that it was originally a forno (understand?) site. Well, at least that's what I've been told. Who cares except it appears that all the folks have overloaded their capacity to maintain shows, chats, blogs, and on and on. C'est la vie! Yes I took French. I'm not commenting on anyone elses insanity anymore. I will stay out of shows, like I have been doing, that have nasty commentary going on. And I shall go to show that entertain me. A little MENTAL stimulation helps too. At least now-a-days, you can click on an unknown show and be pretty sure there's not an orgy going on or every cam full of people into self-stimulation. For that I am eternally grateful. The last time that happened to me I thought Wolf would fall out of his chair laughing at me. He called me a voyeur. No, I'm not a watcher. I just clicked the wrong room. Oh too funny!
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| | Buddhist Wisdom | | | Monday, October 12, 2009 (10:35 AM)
(I'm feeling contemplative) | | There is no fire like greed,
No crime like hatred,
No sorrow like separation,
No sickness like hunger of heart,
And no joy like the joy of freedom.
Health, contentment and trust
Are your greatest possessions,
And freedom your greatest joy.
Look within.
Be still.
Free from fear and attachment,
Know the sweet joy of living in the way.
- from the Dhammapada | | | | 37 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 1 Comment | |
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| | Love Thy Neighbor | | | Sunday, October 11, 2009 (4:53 AM)
(I'm feeling sad) | | In the New Testament, we are taught to love our neighbor as ourselves. When Jesus was asked who was our neighbor, he told the story of the Good Samaratian. Now the Jews and Samaratians were enemies so the story spoke volumes to those listening. So here's something to think about. Just saying...
You Don’t Love God If You Don’t Love Your Neighbor By Rhonda Vincent
There are many people
who will say they're Christians
and they live like Christians on the Sabbath day
But come Monday morning, til the coming Sunday
They will fight their neighbor all along the way
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Oh you don't love God, if you don't love your neighbor
if you gossip about him, if you never have mercy
if he gets into trouble, and you don't try to help him
then you don't love your neighbor, and you don't love God
In the Holy Bible, in the Book of Matthew
Read the 18th chapter in the 21st verse
Jesus plainly tells us that we must have mercy
There's a special warning in the 35th verse
Oh you don't love God, if you don't love your neighbor
if you gossip about him, if you never have mercy
if he gets into trouble, and you don't try to help him
then you don't love your neighbor, and you don't love God
There's a God almighty, and you've got to love him
if you want salvation and a home on high
If you say you love him while you hate your neighbor
then you don't have religion, you just told a lie
Oh you don't love God, if you don't love your neighbor
if you gossip about him, if you never have mercy
if he gets into trouble, and you don't try to help him
then you don't love your neighbor, and you don't love God. | | | | 50 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | Think About It | | | Wednesday, October 7, 2009 (7:17 AM)
(I'm feeling contemplative) | | DOWNWIND FROM FLOWERS
Several years ago in Seattle, Washington, there lived a 52-year-old Tibetan refugee. “Tenzin” as I will call him, was diagnosed with one of the more curable forms of lymphoma. He was admitted to the hospital and received his first dose of chemotherapy. But during the treatment, this usually gentle man became extremely angry and upset. He pulled the IV out of his arm and refused to cooperate. He shouted at the nurses and became argumentative with everyone who came near him.
The doctors and nurses were baffled.
Then Tenzin's wife spoke to the hospital staff. She told them Tenzin had been held as a political prisoner by the Chinese for 17 years. They killed his first wife and repeatedly tortured and brutalized him throughout his imprisonment. She told them that the hospital rules and regulations, coupled with the chemotherapy treatments, gave Tenzin horrible flashbacks of what he had suffered at the hands of the Chinese.
“I know you mean to help him,” she said, “but he feels tortured by your treatments. They are causing him to feel hatred inside - just like he felt toward the Chinese. He would rather die than have to live with the hatred he is now feeling. And, according to our belief, it is very bad to have hatred in your heart at the time of death. He needs to be able to pray and cleanse his heart.”
So the doctors discharged Tenzin and asked the hospice team to visit him in his home. I was the hospice nurse assigned to his care. I called a local representative from Amnesty International for advice. He told me that the only way to heal the damage from torture is to “talk it through.”
“This person has lost his trust in humanity and feels hope is impossible,” the man said. “If you are to help him, you must find a way to give him hope.”
But when I encouraged Tenzin to talk about his experiences, he held up his hand and stopped me. He said, “I must learn to love again if I am to heal my soul. Your job is not to ask me questions. Your job is to teach me to love again.”
I took a deep breath. I asked him, “So, how can I help you love again?”
Tenzin immediately replied, “Sit down, drink my tea and eat my cookies.”
Tibetan tea is strong black tea laced with yak butter and salt. It isn't easy to drink! But that is what I did. For several weeks, Tenzin, his wife, and I sat together, drinking tea. We also worked with his doctors to find ways to treat his physical pain. But it was his spiritual pain that seemed to be lessening. Each time I arrived, Tenzin was sitting cross-legged on his bed, reciting prayers from his books. As time went on, he and his wife hung more and more colorful “thankas,” Tibetan Buddhist banners, on the walls. The room was fast becoming a beautiful, religious shrine.
When the spring came, I asked Tenzin what Tibetans do when they are ill in the spring. He smiled brightly and said, “We sit downwind from flowers.” I thought he must be speaking poetically. But Tenzin's words were quite literal. He told me Tibetans sit downwind so they can be dusted with the new blossoms' pollen that floats on the spring breeze. They feel this new pollen is strong medicine.
At first, finding enough blossoms seemed a bit daunting. Then, one of my friends suggested that Tenzin visit some of the local flower nurseries. I called the manager of one of the nurseries and explained the situation. The manager's initial response was: “You want to do what?”
But when I explained the request, the manager agreed.
So, the next weekend, I picked up Tenzin and his wife with their provisions for the afternoon: black tea, butter, salt, cups, cookies, prayer beads and prayer books. I dropped them off at the nursery and assured them I would return at 5:00. The following weekend, Tenzin and his wife visited another nursery. The third weekend, they went to yet another nursery. The fourth week, I began to get calls from the nurseries inviting Tenzin and his wife to come again. One of the managers said, “We've got a new shipment of nicotiana coming in and some wonderful fuchsias and oh, yes! Some great daphne. I know they would love the scent of that daphne! And I almost forgot! We have some new lawn furniture that Tenzin and his wife might enjoy.”
Later that day, I got a call from the second nursery saying that they had colorful wind socks that would help Tenzin predict where the wind was blowing. Pretty soon, the nurseries were competing for Tenzin's visits. People began to know and care about the Tibetan couple. The nursery employees started setting out the lawn furniture in the direction of the wind. Others would bring out fresh hot water for their tea. Some of the regular customers would leave their wagons of flowers near the two of them. It seemed that a community was growing around Tenzin and his wife.
At the end of the summer, Tenzin returned to his doctor for another CT scan to determine the extent of the spread of the cancer. But the doctor could find no evidence of cancer at all. He was dumbfounded. He told Tenzin that he just couldn't explain it.
Tenzin lifted his finger and said, “I know why the cancer has gone away. It could no longer live in a body that is filled with love. When I began to feel all the compassion from the hospice people, from the nursery employees, and all those people who wanted to know about me, I started to change inside. Now, I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to heal in this way. Doctor, please don't think that your medicine is the only cure. Sometimes compassion can cure cancer, as well.” | | | | 44 Views | 2 Thumbs Up | 1 Comment | |
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