Good music, high passion…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset was fantastic and I was in awe with the plethora of colors. The last moments spattered color across the clouds and made the skyline a magnificent lightshow.

My night was filled with music and fun. People were enjoying themselves as we listened to Jeremie Albino and his well planned songs and funny dialogue. What seemed awkward was actually genuine and soon the audience was laughing and engaged with his music. He was not as so many, forceful and outlandish but instead he possessed a level of realism that was refreshing.

As I listened to one song, Storm, his words actually pulled me in and I could feel the thunder around me. Couple that with him playing all the instruments and, well, I was impressed.  You can listen to it here.

The main band was awesome as well as St. Paul & The Broken Bones played and brought down the house, but I will always remember one man working the stage with all his heart. One man who brought an audience to laughs and following along. One musician that said thank you after each applause. It was humbling.

So, as the sun sets on another day, enjoy music, enjoy people, and laugh all you can along the way, no matter what!

Sleep sweet, love life, and listen…

Words…

The sun sets on another day…

Wow, sunset was amazing, and I thought it would be blocked by the clouds. As we waited a few more minutes we got another peek at the edge, and it was awesome!

After an online interaction I am again thinking about words and how we use them. I wrote about similar here and a lot more here.

Sometimes a single word can make a difference. It is why each of us should work hard to measure what we say, what we write, and what we infer each day. A moment in time can change a persons life forever, and as you do so you affect yourself equally.

I wrote once about how I affected someone else. It was tragic and I wish I could find her again and tell her how sorry I am. (It is the second link up top). Now a story on how I was affected by someone. At the start of high school I met a girl names Leslie. She was a nice young lady but she was friend to another girl named Ruth. I thought very highly of Ruth and still do to this day. (It is my grandmothers name as well). I was not very social and prior to moving to Lexington I had been in a number of classes meant for people who were “overachievers” for lack of a better word. The social interactions were far more cerebral and I did not understand as much about interactions as I did Math, Science, History, and Philosophy. Well, I had a habit of taking a shower each night as it made sense. I would then go to sleep after washing my hair, and because my hair is like thin wire, there would sometimes be interesting effects that caused mornings to be wetting a comb and trying to tame a dragon. On one such day I came to school and before school started Leslie stopped by her locker, 2 away from mine, and looked over and asked “Andrew, do you have lice?” then laughed and walked away. I went to the boys room and took my comb and soaked my head, then combed it out ’til it was once again in the realm of “ruly”, and changed my life forever.

Since that day over 40 years ago I take a shower in the morning and one at night. I rarely miss, if ever, but am sure each morning I start fresh, and each night I end fresh. A simple set of words that changed me for all time.

Now, that was minimal. Look around today. Watch the words fly. How do you think we are affecting each other with insults. We insult each other as if it is a world wide past time. People use words and terms they don’t understand and act as though they wrote the book on them. We annihilate anyone who dares think for themselves and are moving more and more towards hive mentality. All the while we do not consider the end result, and how we change others.

I remember a book and movie called “Quatermas and the Pit”. In the book DNA was introduced into many and it was activated at a specific time that made them kill those that did not fit the hive. It is a shame people did not read or see that movie.

Anyway, rant over, please be nice, understand your words are barbed and do stick.

So as the sun sets on another day, it was an amazing sunset. I enjoyed it and enjoy every moment I can each day. After all, if there is no tomorrow, are you happy with today? Strive to make every day amazing, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and enjoy…

Roses are…

The sun sets on another day…

As the sun set tonight I was again amazed by all the colors and excitement. Yesterday the sun set right after a horrible storm. It was good, but today it was light and amazing.

I love roses. I have told the story of moving to Lexington KY and the first time I dealt with the beauty of roses here. It was a hard time for me in many ways, but I overcame, I learned, and I learned to love roses along the way. After having roses for a while I learned they all mean different things, so I thought I would share the meanings of these magnificent plants.

Red Roses: My first roses were red and it is with those that I feel in love with. I have always given them and they simply say “I love you”. I understand they also mean passion, true love, romance, and desire and it makes sense that I think they are so awesome!

White Roses: White is purity, peace and they seem to be all around weddings. I have heard they can symbolize pure love, and new starts to relationships. I used to have a lot of white roses in my rose garden, now I have none, perhaps in a few years.

Pink Roses: Pink roses are elegance, well, and a lot of other things. They are supposed to be feminine, and are a super gift if you appreciate someone. I have usually given them to women who like pink roses. In fact, I usually think of a person and give the roses that match them, even if they mean something different. Ooops.

Lavender Roses: These have always been my favorite. I have a large bush now and they are super fragrant and I enjoy them as long as I can. For me lavender roses were love at first sight and that is what they are supposed to mean. Given a choice I will often give them, just because.

Orange Roses: I like the idea of orange roses, but they always seem to die. It is usually because I buy most of my roses end of season and nurse them back to health. Orange has always been either not available to too far gone to make it. They mean excitement, admiration, and maybe a special message of adoration. Pretty nifty huh?

Yellow Roses: I should say here that yellow was my nieces favorite color, and I have a large yellow rose bush in the front of the house. It calls to me often, and I enjoy it. It is funny, yellow roses were a statement of infidelity, but now it is more of a warm memory.

Coral Roses: I have coral roses right outside my office window. Last week one of the hognose snakes from the woods was under it but he ran when he saw me. (well, slithered) These are supposed to represent deep desire or excitement. To me they are beautiful.

Peach Roses: Peach roses were at my house in Lexington. They are pretty intense and are a symbol of loyalty. I will have to get more soon.

I have several roses that change colors as they bloom. They may change their meanings depending on the day, but I just enjoy them along the way.

So as the sun sets on another day, I have always enjoyed roses. Take a moment and read the link if you are curious why, otherwise, have an amazing night and be as happy as you can, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and be utiful… (giggle laugh)

Another slice…

The sun sets on another day…

I like scary. Well, I like scary if it is scary. I started young with many books people may not have heard of that are scary. From anthology to anthology to a series of books by authors old and new. Somewhere along the way things just stopped being as scary and I had to find more and more intensity to feel that thrill of fear.

Last year I release a book called “A Slice of Fear”. This year, in October, I will be releasing a second book in October, “Another Slice of Fear” with 15 new stories of fear, terror, and a little bit of mystery. I have to say, some of what I am writing is pretty over the top and may be a little fun, or give the squeamish a little edge. Speaking of which, Another Slice of Fear contains a second chapter in the short story “The Edge” and that too will be fun.

So as the sun sets on another day, embrace life, and hold on each day to the passions you enjoy. Life is great, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and live on…

Crossing lines…

The sun sets on another day…

I was driving as the sun fell across the wester sky. I was impressed by the majesty of the sunset, and happy for how it sprayed the world with color.

If you did not know, I write. Actually a lot. I have been sliding around in Genre’s and this time I have a question for you, yes you.

If you can take a moment and help me out with the following poll.

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Crossing lines…

Should I publish Adam with explicit sex scenes or tone them down for the initial release?

The story involves a man held captive for 700 years because having sex with him made an aged woman young again. 13 women hold him captive to extend their lives never knowing his blood was the actual key. The book is set in modern times with Adam telling the story to a woman he saves and explaining how he interacted and why he was so cautious about saving her. The story portions are fairly tame, however the story of him in present times becomes rather heated in places as his attraction with Terri, the woman he saves, grows.

So as the sun sets on another day, thanks for your help, and thanks for being you each and every day, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and be excited!

Sunday Reviews: The John Wayne Code: Wit, Wisdom and Timeless Advice

Media Lab Books: ☆☆☆☆ of ☆☆☆☆☆

I bought this book on a whim because I was in a thoughtful mood and it looked nice. The binding is leather and the books is a worth it for the cover alone. (Well, my opinion).

I was a fan of John Wayne and love the fact that he was larger than life both on and off screen. As I read this book I was torn. Not because it was a bad book but because I wanted more. For what the book was written for it is impressive and there are many enlightening statements and insights.

I only wish they had put more with and wisdom in this book. (It was not as in depth as books like Bruce Lee’s Striking Thoughts) John Wayne is known for quite a bit and they did not go as far down the path as the could have and focused more on quotes that were on the side. Still, I had fun, enjoyed the book and it will be an amazing keepsake for a long long time.

Worth the time and the read but a little light in my opinion.

Binding…

The Sun sets on another day 

 Sunset was amazing and full of colors for about 10 seconds until the clouds rolled in and the rain began again. I was hoping for a rainbow but didn’t get one. It was ok, and I still enjoyed the night.

Today was full of people. It was so impressive to see thousands of people of like mind and spirit that were full of positivity, stories, and then amazing talents to stay in touch with the world. As I wandered a ham radio Festival I was amazed at not only the technology but the exciting interest that each person brought with them.

I speak a lot about passion but this show truly showed how people can Embrace a passion and make it a way of life. I am not a massive enthusiast but I was impressed constantly with those that were and all of their interesting stories. Whatever your passion is find people that share it and perhaps you too will be part of a group like this that is supportive and positive to a new level. You will find this binding is as tight as one gets, and you should enjoy every moment.

So as the sun set on another day I was at peace for a moment as I considered the day and the fantastic possibilities that it opened. I was excited to find people who knew passion so well, and it was good to be around nerds, yes nerd, because nerds are always amazing. Find your nerd herd, and enjoy them each day, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and transmit away…

Oh the love…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset was amazing and I watched the clouds swallow the sun, and soon it was no more. It was a good day filled with family and friends, and a little more.

As I grew up I had focuses that were intense. I had a hard time understanding why when I was younger but I was a sponge to learn, and in doing so became very focused on areas until I could learn no more, then moved on to another focus, and so forth. This created a lot of hobbies and some things that I know far too much about even though they were from k-5 years and even more so as I progressed later.

I went from dinosaurs (memorizing all for the time even though now some names and descriptions have changed), to Cetacea (And memorized all the different marines mammals), to wolves (and their orders and how they interacted), to felines (and even showed cats for several years), to dogs (and trained and as I got older did specialty training), to anatomy (as I wanted to understand the systems in the body and how they interacted, this included looking at female and male anatomy and understanding the strengths and weaknesses of it all), to weapons (and the fascination stayed and I was sought by some people), to photography (and eventually was professional for many years), to aircraft and much more. The list is long as I constantly looked for things to challenge me. (After I wrote this I realized there was dozens more I could have listed.

Some of these interests stuck with me (I can still name many cetaceans and know most clouds and a great deal about weather and chaos mathematic models) and some I still use and explore to this day.

I have a long term love affair with flying and my favorite plane is the SR-71 Blackbird. Today I visited one that I visit from time to time and it never ceases to amaze me how sleek and fantastic these planes are in person, let alone how they must have been to fly. I hope you enjoy the pictures of my special crush. For now, I would like to give you a little story that I always enjoyed:

There were a lot of things we couldn’t do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: “November Charlie 175, I’m showing you at ninety knots on the ground.”
Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the ” Houston Center voice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the Cessna’s inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. “I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed.” Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. 

Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. “Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check”. Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: “Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground.”

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere seconds we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: “Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?” There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. “Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground.”

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: “Ah, Center, much thanks, we’re showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money.”

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with, “Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one.”

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.

If you would like to spend some money on the book gasp a little and try here. For me, I just enjoy being close to the masterpiece from time to time.

So as the sun sets on another day, we are all challenged in different ways. I enjoy so much but am thankful for the challenges I have had, I hope you are as well, and if you get a chance, challenge yourself daily, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and fly high…

Laws of attraction…

The sun sets on another day…

I wrote about similar here and here and here and maybe here. (A few dozen more, but these had more pertinence.)

I have said before that it could be surmised I am in love with love. As I have grown I understand it is more complicated than that. I have realized I am in love with the purity of passion, and the power it holds over all of us. I find love is so misdefined by so many people as to be definitionless. (My word). If you ask a dozen people their definition of love you may well get a dozen definitions. Mine has changed over the years and both widened and focused in scope as well as defined a series of subsets that allow for nearly infinite types of love.

Attraction is a bit different. Where love is deep and wide and perhaps infinite, attraction can be more finite. Thea Alexander once surmised that attraction is like tuning forks, and people are attracted for perhaps unknown reasons based on a series of criteria that are almost “mystical”. A book I read much later expanded on this noting there were criteria we noted. Yet another book and study in anthropology notes it has more to do with species and genetic diversity, while another notes it is more mental.

I say they are all correct. Over the years and a strange set of circumstances I have come to the conclusion that we are a lot like chords on a piano. When played together we either sound awesome or we don’t. Some chords sound better than others, and some are in sync. It is not so simple as a tuning fork but instead allows for multiple levels of attraction. I believe there are 4.

In my opinion we are attracted to each other based on the following: Intellectual, Emotional, Physical, and Spiritual. This is a slight variation from some thoughts as spiritual is a wildcard but I have found it to be an important portion of our makeup.

Intellectual seems easy but there can be several ways of looking at it. It does not mean we are as smart or equal, it means we have the ability to connect on that level and grow together. This includes the combination of skills necessary to allow us to communicate and understand. A lot of this has to do with wanting to connect on this level and it is a wildcard in my opinion.

Emotional is more intense. In my opinion it does not mean you both feel deeply or don’t feel, it means you can understand each other from an emotional level. It is this area where I often fail as I do not think many can easily understand the depth of my passion or the focus I have in many areas. By passion I don’t mean anything other than that overwhelming feeling of commitment to something.

In my opinion physical is where a lot of people get stuck. They look for the physical attraction without the other pieces. Before the Web Social Media age, physical online was not important. It was text based and you started knowing each other mind to mind, now it seems as though some people are in a shallow rung of looking at physical and swiping by people.

Spiritual to me is a tricky item. Your desires and beliefs have to coincide or be mutually allowable to meet here. “Like” spiritual beings attract. I find though that if people actually understood many of their spiritual beliefs they would be more in line. I have also considered this to be part of intellectual and emotional, but that is up to you.

My point is, and the reason for this overly long post (compared to many), we can see in a short time the people who can mean something in our life. We can align pretty easily. We can choose to grow together or not grow together and in the end, if things don’t align we should be able to see why. A good example is if someone does not want to hear the other person on an intellectual level, things will have a hard time. By the same token, if someone does not see the emotional importance of something, it will cause issues. The complexities arise when there are combinations. A person who ties emotional depth to physical interactions is doomed if they meet someone who finds physical and emotional are not related. A person who sees emotions as part of intellect may have issues with someone who focuses on intellect and not emotions. On a positive note and best of all, there are people who see each other and just connect. They sparkle and fall into each others arms, and maybe those people just keep going.

The complexities are endless. In the end, this is all an opinion and may mean absolutely nothing. (but I could write for days on the subject with intense examples) You need to decide for you, and only you know how you work.

So as the sun sets on another day, I hope this wasn’t a waste of time and instead hope it means something or at least gives you something to think about. I hope you find someone who makes you sparkle, and they sparkle back, and along the way I hope you have an amazing time each day, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and keep loving…

Mistakes…

The sun sets on another day…

I need to start by saying we all make mistakes. I find I have made more than most could count, and this week as I have been writing I made a few as well.

I wrote a post about two wonderful women who were at Trivia, but somewhere in the middle of it my point skewed, so I set it aside and rewrote the day.

I tried explaining a simple concept to someone and watched their head nearly spin off as they thought I was attacking them

I wrote a story and somehow killed everyone in the story, then had a dead person walking away.

I watched a show and found I had watched the last one and had to re-watch part of it.

I walked to the car and thought I had time, then became soaked in the rain.

That is just a few. We all make mistakes but the trick is learning from them and overcoming them all. Perhaps even finding a way to improve. I have found that the best success is the one born of seeing a better way, and to find a better way you often have to find the wrong way first. It is a scary thought, but often true.

So as the sun sets on another day, don’t let your mistakes slow you down, instead use them as the stepping stones to more. Find that way to help yourself, and along the way light the path for others. The world would be a better place because of it, and you may well be at the center.

Sleep sweet, love yourself, and keep overcoming everything…