I’m still on semi-blogging break, but I wanted to let you in on a few announcements.
First, I got a job writing a weekly column for The Good Men Project! The column is on raising compassionate boys. My first article goes up on Wednesday 7/16 at 9:30 am EST. Come on by and say hello.
Second, I’m curating Stories That Must Not Die for the next two weeks. If you have a story that needs to be told, even if you need to tell it anonymously, please email me at email@example.com and you can guest-blog at STMND. By the time you read this, I will have a post up there. Come on by and say hello.
Lastly, thank you for coming by here and saying hello during the blog break. May you know peace and joy.
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My five year old son has tons of friends. Part of the reason why he is so blessed is because he calls anyone he likes, plays with, talks to, or looks at his friend.
“My friend is digging a hole to bury Darth Vader in,” Jett mentions as we leave the park.
“Which friend is that? What is his name?”
“I don’t know his name. He is just my friend.” Looking at me like I don’t know what friend means.
The look might be justified. Maybe as we grow older we forget what a friend is. I can’t tell you how many people have questioned me about my friendships. I am/used to be friends with some pretty famous people. Other “friends” would always say things like, “you’re not really friends with so-and-so. Just because you met someone does not mean that they are your friend.” I would counter, “Well, I’m invited to their wedding next month. What does that make me paparazzi?” Continue reading →
Woot Woot. We have 71 Bloggers for Peace after the first week of January. That is close to 1000 peace posts that will circulate world-wide this year. The number grows everyday, but I would like to make a push to get everyone on board as soon as possible.
1. Tweet for Peace
Above are two tweets that I have sent recently. If you have a twitter account, please hit “retweet” in the lower right corner of the tweet above and it will immediately retweet this message.
I love my wife to death. She is part of an inner circle club that has only ever had two members: me and her. She loves and accepts me with all my flaws, inadequacies, and mistakes. She is quite literally a part of me.
Maybe it is because of the tragic events that occurred earlier this month. Maybe it is because I study Buddhism (Bad Buddhist joke: Why did the Buddhist doctor get fired? Because he put down “birth” every time he had to answer “Cause of Death.”). Maybe it is because I am trying to be more empathetic with those who are grieving, but I have been thinking about what it would be like to lose the most significant bond I have made.
This reminds me of when Bono, the lead singer of the band U2, introduced U2’s cover of the song “Helter Skelter”: “This is a song Charles Manson stole from the Beatles; we’re stealing it back.” I say we steal #Peace back. Continue reading →
“I’d like them to say I was necessary for the moment of time I shared with them.”–Rarasaur
Not since Jurassic Park have there been so many dino sightings thanks to the ubiquitous Rarasaur on the blogosphere. With one of the fastest growing followings since the Beatles, the Freshly Pressed Rarasaur has captured the hearts of bloggers around the world. But what most impresses me about this 27 year old SoCal blogger is NOT her tireless productivity (posts everyday, reads/comments/likes almost everything all her followers post, NaNoWriMo winner, 9 to 5 “real” job) or her International Speed Reading skills (150 pages/hour), but her selfless generosity. Continue reading →
Coming out of cyber-sleep always feels like a bad case of food poisoning. Lt. Kozo sat in the sanitizer chamber for the better part of an hour as every orifice convulsed and expelled whatever liquid was left in his body.
“I know this is just a ploy of the GenCorp. For all I know, I was only sleeping for five minutes,” thought the lone explorer hoping that the thought scanners were not activated yet.
Ever since the Toxic Meltdown, all exploration was executed remotely by lone explorers in 3D simulation chambers. Kozo knew that the reason they isolated the explorers was so the GenCorp would have full control of anything of value found by the “expendable” explorers. Continue reading →
Hello, my name is Kozo. Hi, Kozo. Welcome, Kozo. Hello, Kozo. And I am an addict. My drug of choice is Site Stats, SS, or as we junkies call it Eses–Spanish for the letter “S” but also slang for companions or friends because for many of us new users, Site Stats are our only friends. I started using Eses a few days after I joined WordPress. After that first click, man, I was a goner. I would refresh my SS twice as many times as the hits I’d gotten. Some days I would just stare at that little message icon waiting for it to turn orange indicating a new hit or perhaps a message from a fellow junkie. Continue reading →