(Back in Ohiya, for now ...)
Jun 14, 2013 - 5:35am
Awesome. I have friends who are surfers and it is definitely not a hobby, it is a spiritual way of life . I grew up water skiing myself, always wanted to learn how to surf but it is difficult for big guys!
Yes it is. That part never left me. Still boogey board whenever possible.
When you are out in the water, nothing else matters except the next wave.
Well there is always the question of what kind of dorsal fin is that poking up over there ... dolphin or ...
Jun 12, 2013 - 9:43am
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by those moments that take our breath away.
Jun 10, 2013 - 6:03am
That is why I always tip well unless the server was just absolutely horrible then I just tip minimum. I can't remember the last time that has happened though, if you are friendly to your server at first contact just as in the rest of life, most of the times people respond in kind. I always keep in the back of my mind that servers and other customer service positions have to face the horrible great unwashed all day and everyday so I go out of my way to be nice to them and tip them well if they respond in kind.
In our case it's all in how they respond to the kids or the fact that we have kids. Sometimes they're just terrified of a family of 4; once we went to our favorite sit-down place that's not a "family-style" restaurant. It's nice, a little snooty, but our kids were small enough to not be much of a problem. The waiter was terrible from the get-go, something was definitely off. I decided he'd confused us with another family that might have been terrible? Dunno, but when we ordered from the kitchen without looking at the menu, he sort of realized we must not be tourists and he was being a dick to us and he kicked it into gear. We've eaten over there many times since and I think they must have had a meeting, because they are totally happy to see kids come in the door (even new staff who don't recognize us).
But now we eat in the bar there because the bartender/server is fun to talk to and knows what's what in the kitchen.