The niece…4 years old and the sweetest disposition possible – except when it comes to food. Nothing gets between her cake and her.

Anyway, today she points out to my mom that the one of the trees in the yard has a couple of ‘browned’ leaves. My mom explains that fall is around the corner and the trees are ok.
The niece goes up to the tree, pats it, gives it a big hug and says in that loving sincere voice that only a 4 year old has ‘don’t worry, it will be all right in the summer. You will be ok.’

I wish I had her empathy that does not discriminate and is meant for all – her grandma and the trees alike.

http://themindfulcoder.com/2010/08/your-job-get-with-it-or-get-out/

I live a new life now and feel far removed from the person I was a couple of years back but somehow am grappling with similar issues. Wish I wasn’t but I am. However, I think I am handling them differently this time – some things I handle much better, I see things coming when before I could not but some of my reactions reflect that some wiring has been permanently shorted and even if I do see things coming, I still don’t seem to get out of the way fast enough.

I am however not lost. I know who I am now, I know where I stand in this world, with people I care about. Not all my relationships are healthy, not all my wants feasible, not all my needs desirable, not all my reactions noble but there is recognition that I am not too bad a person – just twisted a little. Who isn’t right? Right? I’m a person who could be much much better and has potential and now the motivation to get there though things are kind of going slow.

If you have stopped by this blog, say hi.

I couldn’t do a thing, nobody could. This woman and her husband, boy friend, friend whatever he was – were completely alone and together in this sea of pitying, curious, horrified faces all staring intently at them. I couldn’t see her face but I know she was feeling a level of fear that can only come from loving him. She was probably knowledgeable about his condition as she had the poise of somebody who had dealt with this before but I know she was still fearful for him, for her, for their distance from the safe harbor of their home.

The man’s convulsions eased and a staff member brought a wheel chair. The woman helped the man into it and they left. Their sense of dignity was deeply affecting. My sense of helplessness was overwhelming, is overwhelming. I felt a tight pain in my chest twisting its way around my neck that spoke to my shame, in-equanimity and lack of understanding of my feelings.

I want to know that the man is alright, that they are used to this happening as a couple and this was just a rare recurrence of his condition, that he had perhaps forgotten to take his pills and that the woman was now laughingly scolding him for forgetting. I needed to know they were now kissing and this only made his love for this woman who obviously loved him stronger. I wanted to know the woman wasn’t feeling despair with having to deal with this and she would be there for him forever.

I desperately want her to be saying to him – this is our world, my dear and I would give anything up for this.

Nobel winner blames cultural decline on “blogging and blugging”

Almost everybody has ripped into her. I am torn between laying into her myself and well, holding it inside. Hmm, that last sentence pretty much encapsulates my views I guess .

Is it fair to expect Nobel prize winners to not be idiots who feel the urge to shoot their mouths off about something they are not remotely familiar with? Look lady, you just won a Nobel for your ability to write. Stick with it – you won a prize and a neat bundle – you did not suddenly become the all-knowing goddess of all things. Pick up the cheque, go home, switch to premiere Darjeeling tea – you can afford it now and write some more books that will probably find their way onto Scribd or Google books and catch the eyes of millions more than the couple of thousand people who have probably read your books now.

And congratulations. To be fair, the rest of the speech was beautiful and inspiring.

A country where a rape victim is jailed for 6 months and given 200 lashes because she was alone with a man (man?) who then gang raped her with six of his buddies has given up all pretensions to morality – it has soaked up inhumanity to the extent that justice is no longer a recognizable noun.

What is wrong with these people? Generations have lived under an interpretation of a religion that has been passed through dark prisms repeatedly till all color is gone from any light that this religion once perhaps contained – but GBud, they still call it light!

They didn’t stop there though. They called the wretched soul an adulteress…for getting raped!

The pain this woman must be going through…how will she ever gain peace again, GBud? Will she ever know it’s not her fault, will she ever know that she has to live through this but it *will* end, that her suffering is impermanent, that this is but a moment? If she doesn’t, if nobody speaks this into her ears – her world will kill her and then decry her to death for the crime of murder.

This coral’s shape echoes the hand
It hollowed. Its
Immediate absence is heavy. As pumice,
As your breast in my cupped palm.

Sea-cold, its nipple rasps like sand,
Its pores, like yours, shone with salt sweat.

Bodies in absence displace their weight,
And your smooth body, like none other,

Creates an exact absence like this stoneSet on a table with a whitening rack

Of souvenirs. It dares my hand
To claim what lovers’ hands have never known:

The nature of the body of another.

Sometimes you read something that you would never be able to write but is exactly what you wish the talent to be able to articulate.

dear all

m vijay jaiswal hv done MBA in international business n working wd Fedex bt m not getting international exposure, can any one help me to find out d job in Bangkok.

I bet there is a leaky nuclear plant near where this guy was born…