Sunday, February 28, 2010

Orange you glad I'm into Karma in 2010

One of the things I love about the weekend is the extra time to bake cinnamon rolls and to allow such gooie karma into my life. Saturday did not fail and I got my treat.

Back in the day, Cindy's Cinnamon rolls and Great Northern Mall used to be the bomb, but they have since closed. In the meantime, I have to rely on Pillsbury and I suppose they suffice.

The orange glaze on a weekend roll makes the work week seem worthwhile.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

good night

My nephew has his routine and I was a part of it last night when I put him to sleep at my mom's. First, you have to arrange the pillows. Then you have to tuck his lizard and his two rubber duckies by his left side. You have to read him a bedtime story and finish with a series of songs. The hall light must remain on and you can't leave or he gets upset.

I sang him the lyrics of the book we read:

I love you for always
I like you forever
As long as I'm alive
Your uncle I will be.

Of course, I had to sing this repeatedly and after six or seven rounds, it seemed to work. This is the way karma works at bedtime.

Friday, February 26, 2010

cake karma

Yesterday's unexpected cancellation of most CNY life brought a snafu to my normal schedule, including the cake I baked to share with graduate students at a SOLER meeting.

The result of this, however, was I could have a slice of this cake after I had instant potatoes and a salad.
Yum!

Now, if more snow days arrive, I'm afraid of what will become of that cake and I admit that having it in my house without fellow eaters is rather dangerous. If you notice I've put on a few pounds in the next couple of days, you will know I've had too much time alone at home with this cake.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Doing some Karmic Math

In 1934, 76 years ago, America was still dealing with the Great Depression and Hitler was continuing his rise to power and building his Nazi regime. FDR was president. 76 years ago, a house cost $6,000, the average yearly income was $1,600, and gas was ten cents a gallon. If I wanted to rent an apartment in 1934, it would cost about $20 a month.

Here's why I'm doing this math.

My buddy, Derek had a son, Noah, born on my birthday of this year. I am currently 38 years old and when he is my age, I'll be 76 and the year will be 2048. I decided I wanted to know what life was like 76 years ago, because I'm trying to imagine what the world will be when I'm that age.

This is life's greatest karma. We get old and a new generation arrives not knowing what the world used to be.

I saw a report about being mid-life this evening and I thought, well gosh-dang, if I live to be 76, then I am there already. My friend's son will only remember when "the internet was the latest craze," when gas was $2.76 a gallon, and when houses cost only $120,000. He may even remember the first African American president was Obama, and the economic slump of his presidency may have been caused by Wall Street's greed and a credit crisis. Maybe he'll know an America with guaranteed health insurance.

We don't know.

During the Olympics tonight, they announced that the last Canadian WWI survivor passed on. With him went his experience and soon, WWII veterans will be history, like Vietnam War veterans and Iraq War soldiers.

When Noah is 76, the year will be 2086 and I will be long gone. What a fascinating thing life is.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

There's a "Corp" to Every Story

Those of you have followed my three-years worth of blogs know I often make comments about NPR shows and I'm a fan of downloading free programs for my IPod. One of the programs, Story Corp, travels the country and places booths where people can come and interview their friends or family about amazing stories. Sound engineers work with the stories and edit them for a weekly program on the public broadcast.

Today, I had a conversation about possibly bringing the booths to Central New York and what this might mean for teachers and students. If you were to interview one person about an event from their life, who would it be and why?

What I love about these stories are they are not about the rich, ridiculous and famous people, but about individuals who live next door or down the street. We shall see what we can do about having a chance for CNY stories (and I will keep you posted about whether or not such karma might come this way).

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

the sun sets and evening draws

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just killed an apple..[rough language huh?]

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edited the 'he is we' glog (btw,don't they rawk?)

posted all the songs

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(((:

 

look^^
its rachel and trevor right??

right.

walao...

ppaid so fast going on low...

haiz..

tmr is wednesday...

hmm...

no supp right..

feel like wanna do hmework after skool

dunno laaaa XD

*undecided*

wuhoo!!

so happy my mom said dat its ok for me not to go to da boring tuition
...

(((:

*smilesmilesmile*

dats her!!

okok my plan for the day after tmr

is....

hmm...

isabel go wif jenn

i mayb go wif ella

dunno if she cuming laa

haaahh...

but thursday i hav cca leh..

har...

troublesome lehh...

nvm nvm

i go home fast2

bathe,change,do my hair.....[it'll take preetty long like anyother day]

trying to reduce time on my hair

hm...

the fastest now is 15 mins

*reducing to 10*


okok,,,,,

let's just *try* to ignore the sms-s i get

cuz i wont even be able to reply dem rite..?

i dunno why i want ppl to text me but then i cnnt reply

sighs//

kk.

now wanna hav dinner and blow my hmework away

...
ttyt/l

buhbye evrybodi in the world...

*enjoy life*

<33








When the Cup Runneth Over

For those of you who are non-Syracusians, you may not appreciate the fact that yesterday went slightly above 40 degrees and so, inevitably, people had a spring to their step.
I am included.

I took Baby for a walk when I got home from work, did some writing, went to the gym, and returned to write some more. I poured a tall glass of water and put it on the floor next to me as I began to edit my work. Then I heard the lapping of water.

Baby was totally drinking from my glass as if to say, "Karma's a biotch, Bryan. You walked me. You disappeared. You worked up a sweat. You came home and poured yourself some water and, wola!, it tasted great."

That will learn me.