Homeostasis is what your body seeks but it can not find balance in an acidic state. North Americans typically have a physiology out of balance primarily due to excess sugars and wonder why they’re fatigued making trips to doctors while taking drugs for the most benign of symptoms. Your diet is paramount. Polysaccharides and polypeptides provide your cells with the vitality required for optimal metabolic flow. These are complex carbohydrates and bioavailable amino acids. You don’t get them from twinkies and ice cream but you can get them through a select fraction of rice grain grown in the Siam Valley of Thailand. Few are aware that there are numerous species of rice of which some are more nutritionally potent than others. Hydrolyze one of the more potent strains and then apply nanotechnology thereby reducing particle size for optimal absorbtion and you effectively increase the ability of the mitochondria of the cell to produce energy. I’ve been taking commercially available polysaccharides / polypeptides for years now daily in my diet thanks to an introduction by a friend who studies blood and conducts clinics.
Panhandlers walk between traffic lanes at stop signals begging for coins and find success.
Texting while driving.
Building homes on flood plains believing taxpayers should provide bail out after flooding.
Politicians snub the free press yet stride confidently believing reelection is purely academic.
Government leaders have been firing bullets on their law abiding citizens.
Some have been disliking their job but go back day after day.
Disturbing headphone volume on public transit.
Tire technicians recommending all season radials in snow zones.
People play slot machines.
Gossips inclined to think parties not intuitively privy.
Businesses expecting success on merits void of marketing.
Drivers expecting courtesy while failing to accelerate and merge effectively.
Guy calls in sick, goes to softball tournament, gets fired and sues to get his job back.
Auto dealerships posting ads on private buy and sell internet sites expecting it’ll be a boon for business.
A general malaise in personal responsibility.
Motorcyclists with apparent death wishes via speed and aggression.
Sports apparel manufacturers believing we’ll be proud to sport their logos without an advertising contract.
Sporting empires correct in their notion that shutting down for a half a season will be inconsequential because fans are fickle, and oftentimes subscribe to a life of idolatry.
I see the slow pitch soft ballers are out in force. There is a brief moment every spring when I contemplate heading back to the diamond…and then the flighty urge passes. The image of a bunch of has been beer swigging wannabes comes up and I discount the notion with a quick head shake. Upon stereotyping unfairly of course I conclude that 98 per cent have no commercial means of competing in capitalism because of their dead end jobs and hence this becomes their vicarious outlet. I envision the blankest of stares should they be confronted with a business proposal of merit and wouldn’t be able to process opportunity unless cash first fell from the sky.
Our mothers and fathers rightfully introduced us to sport as children partly as a medium whereby we would learn cooperation and competition. Parents intuitively understand that equipping a child for competition is a healthy endeavor in the context of also teaching sportsmanship, respect, leadership, solidarity, positivity, and so many other intangible elements associated with sport and competition.
Perhaps, as adults we can expand our interests and hobbies in ways that tax the mind, broaden our perspectives, contribute to the community, and teach the children while ensuring that our time for fitness is spent working up a sweat instead of standing in the outfield.
On a whim, day of concert – found Ticket Master on the web and did a search for Fleetwood Mac. Figured there may just be one solo seat somewhere in Calgary’s Saddledome. Voila. Second row of first balcony next to the aisle with a clear stage view. Click.
Ambience was quiet and friendly in eager anticipation. Folks next to me found tickets, same way. We all beamed in delight over our luck. Wouldn’t you know it – new friend in next seat has a mutual acquaintance and we share a passion for squash.
Lights go down and up comes Second Hand News. Good opening number that immediately had me feeling that these guys are still hitting their notes. Looked to my new friend and exclaimed, it’s like a time warp. Stevie’s long blond locks still flowing softly with features that defy her age. Yes, monitors gave us the close ups while a digital backdrop added color and imagery.
Next comes The Chain which has always been a favorite. The moment seems surreal. I can’t believe I’m sitting listening to these songs that I spun over and over again on my turn table in my bedroom as a teenager listening attentively distracted from homework. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be listening to a favorite rock group going hard and strong 34 years later.
Stevie takes the wheel and demonstrates her unique vocal prowess with Dreams. This sentimental favorite has everyone settling in now. It’s becoming apparent that we’re going to get all the big hits and there’s going to be no holding back. Incidentally, Stand Back was featured later on in the evening.
Lindsey speaks about Tusk and this creative foray in which he bemuses that Warner Brothers may not have actually expected this tangent on the heels of such a string of classic rock hits. In the spirit of Tusk’s place in FM’s ensemble, Lindsey offers up Not That Funny and only he with his guitar greatness could pull something off with this song lacking in melody.
Lindsey referenced creative forces still at work at this late stage in their career with a couple of tracks for EP release. Sad Angel was profiled along with Without You. Not gripping but an admiral effort.
The biggest surprises of the night were Lindsey’s Big Love and I’m So Afraid guitar solos. Simply stellar performances. Lindsey Buckingham at 64 showcased lead guitar in such fashion that rivaled anything ever produced in a studio.
No Fleetwood Mac performance would be complete without Landslide. Stevie and Lindsey teased us with their chemistry with their glance and thought of one more chorus line on wrap.
A particular pleasure was the intros. They kept us guessing as to what was being led. Support musicians chimed in with rhythm and chord work whenever Lindsay wasn’t standing alone. It would have taken the hundred plus plays of the classics from the past to appreciate the play on the rudiment riffs. Gold Dust Woman exemplified simplicity flavored with timely marks of musical magic in a calmness that the audience felt as Stevie’s aura faded from the backdrop in a golden haze.
The climactic pulse of the event unfolded with and exhilarating version of Go Your Own Way. This enchanting rhythmic delight abounded in fun and fervor. The whole band came together and unleashed an energy only achieved by the harmonious inputs of a musical force aged to perfection.
Admittedly, Mick Fleetwood has lost some acumen with the drumsticks but with a boyish enthusiasm in his 65 year old body –he gave us his best drum solo with World Turning. Everyone was pulling for him and he came through in style.
I gave my new friend to the right a tap in my gesture of departure and walked the corridors alone. I discovered the back stage along concourse and caught a glimpse of Stevie Nicks and gave her a wave. Don’t Stop has lyrics of positivity making for a fitting close.
As an entrepreneur and someone who has no boss, no job, no set hours, and no limits on income – I marvel at the anxiety that those with jobs go through to keep themselves relevant in the work place. I learned quite a while back the “life is not fair”….and consequently are we not sometimes picking fights where the best course of action might be simply to veer off the conflict and find greener pastures along the detour? The pension plan and golden hand shake appear to still operate vexingly in spite of sapping creativity and self-initiative from the inner purpose of an individual. What good is a pension if it comes at the price of sacrificing our most precious asset, “time”, for the good of a padded dividend to some high net worth benefactor alien to our existence? You can embark upon entrepreneurship while holding your job! Yes, you can! There is no law against moonlighting! If your company frowns upon it – how much does it really care about you and your financial autonomy? Where is the loyalty of an employer during the downturns and pink slips? Does your employer deserve to have it both ways? Are there interests at work that encourage you to believe that you cannot achieve?
It’s an art that doesn’t pay that much hence the artists are often not of Rembrandt calibre.
This past Friday, I thought hmmm, let’s stop into xyz hotel and get a glass of wine and maybe dinner after work. Great, the lounge menu at reception mentioned a special on the house red at $5.50 and I thought….that would work. We’ll stop in and see what’s also on the menu.
There’s like three parties in the whole place of which I am one. Couple of gents sit down at the next table over and one seems to have a cold. I’m none too impressed having just got over one.
Linguini was average at best. Guy next table over isn’t exactly protecting others from his germs. I figure – okay I’m outta here. One server has three whole tables to work but I find myself standing for an inordinate amount of time at the till waiting for him to show up. I figure okay…..he has other tasks on a slow Friday night. Upon tracking him down out in the restaurant area he comes over and rings up the bill. He tells me the tab and I ask, “are you sure that’s correct.” He says yes. $9 for the wine and $16 for the linguini. Oh. So you are certain you are correct. He says yes again. I say – hmm. I thought I read $5.50 for the wine on the advertisement at the entrance. Then he walks over to check it and comes back and exclaims, “oh you are right – I never work Friday nights”. I can’t even describe the tone in his voice the first time he exclaimed he was right.
I know…you can’t count how many times this has happened to you.
Since he keeps showing up in the news, let’s pontificate the Lance Armstrong debacle. This man lied consistently for years and apparently would never have come clean had he not been caught. He can apologize all he wants but this was not a misstep. It was the ultimate in a calculated effort to cheat himself, his competitors, his sport, and his country. He had children stricken with cancer believing he was a hero and a model member of society worthy of emulation. Most want to forgive transgressions but I’d leave bicycling and competitive sport to those who have trained clean all their lives in pursuit of an athletic dream free from performance enhancing drugs and / or treatments. Armstrong will be in a much better position to receive redemption in a contribution to society that no longer involves sport.
Looking back on an old corporate culture is never the healthiest way to grow your business but there are lessons you have taken forward and there are delights to pontificate from past work environments in which you will never again be required to tolerate. When you call the shots, there are people you have left behind. There were those who gossiped incessantly. There were those who had a snooty disposition strutting a one upmanship display of ego. There were those who skipped basic training in etiquette. There were those who thought they knew so much but hadn’t read from a book of n0n-fiction in years. There were those who treated others indignantly and then sought respect. There were those who did the work and there were those peculiarly familiar with management.
The entrepreneur despises a corporate culture of dysfunction…so much so that if heeded positively can turn into a primary motivating force precipitating a life long journey of commercial liberty. “The pilgrims with Columbus did not board up on three ships and come to America to get a job.” – Dave Severn
I’m not really sensing that the Republicans are heeding the election results given the continuing saga of Washington gridlock. The U.S. is due to raise taxes on 98% of the populous come January 1, 2013 yet the perpetual feet dragging remains. The scuttle butt on Capitol Hill has everything to do the words of one diplomat on a Sunday talk show instead of a solution to this impending fiscal cliff. I suggest that these overpaid bickering politicians get off their rusty dusty and start solving the nations financial affairs because as of this day every man, woman and child owes less than friendly nations something in the neighborhood of $55,000 and counting every single day. Liberals will argue that this is sustainable. Right wing radicals will complain that the slightest tax increase to those earning over $250,000 per year will be a curse to the trickle down economic theory as espoused by them to be the magic bullet which will ultimately relieve the nation of its fiscal woes.
The political establishment and its cronies which spend too much time giving an ear to corporate lobby groups and too little time drafting simple common sense legislation that works are now in a quandary because the legislative houses are still split down the middle again with too little power granted the President as a tie breaking convener of the people. It’s ironic that every single U.S. politician I’ve ever witnessed who has commented on the founder’s intention and the mastery of the constitution has basked in the brilliance of the document but here sits a nation in financial peril with much blame assignable to Washington’s dysfunction at the legislative level.
Could the United States of America go broke? Is it already broke? What are the consequences of default? Is the monetary system as we know it going to collapse? There have been many bright alternative economic prognosticators who have been asking theses questions since the first noticeable uptick in the gold prices. Now it appears that the mainstream economic think tanks are finally starting to give credit to those who have been beating the drum of fiscal responsibility for years even prior to the Iraq war.
I’m currently reading James Rickard’s Currency Wars. This fellow had been retained by the CIA to conduct war games given the hypothesis of a destabilizing world monetary system.
It’s been very fun to learn ceroc in Calgary. Beginners are welcome to every class of this U.K form of modern jive every Monday up in the Thorncliffe community centre and at the Barn in Shawnessy on Tuesdays. Darren and Claire have a colorful history giving lessons back in England. Calgary is lucky to have them and you will too because ceroc can be danced to so many genres of music. It’s all predicated on an eight beat even count and there’s a tremendous variety of tunes that fits this rhythm. These easy going instructors promote basic patterns at the start of every session. Then there’s a breakout to more intermediate moves once the hall starts to whisper with the whirl of dancers gliding to the delight of select medleys prepared by Darren.
Come alone because partners rotate throughout the evening or bring that special someone whom will thank ye for a great night out.