Monthly Archives: August 2006

German Implants

Have you heard the new Volkswagen commericials on the radio?

My parents are both German, and I know a German accent when I hear one. The snotty little snark featured on the commercials is NOT a real German, I’ll bet my lederhosen on that. Germans do not say “za” for “the”. OK, the commercials make me laugh because this guy is such a total phony and so extremely rude that one has to marvel at the entire ad campaign. I don’t hear any Germans complaining though (besides me) which is cool, I suppose. Or maybe they agree with what the snotty guy is saying. But probably because they know he’s a fake German.

Now Dr. Z on the Chrysler TV car commercials – that’s a REAL German. The accent is legitimate, and the demeanor is just slightly haughty, but not obnoxious (note: my observations are based on Dr Z’s generation. My apologies to younger Germans who do not think they are haughty). I like the commercial where someone calls with a prank phone call and Dr. Z says “Oh ya, ve can find you smottguy!”. I don’t know why it’s funny. Perhaps because it reminds me of things my dad has said in his authentic German accent.

P.S. One of my very favorite cars I ever owned was a Tornado Red 1991 Volkswagen Golf. Had it for 14 years and 126,000 miles.


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Quotes from the Yogi

Some quotes by Paramahansa Yogananda

Speaking one day about racial prejudice, the Master said, “God is not pleased to be insulted when He wears His dark suits.”


“Material science is more theoretical than true religion,” the Master said. “Science is able to investigate, for example, the external nature and behavior of the atom. But the practice of meditation bestows omnipresence; a yogi can become one with the atom.”


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Absolutely Terrifying

New pets sometimes go through phases where they develop a habit which is annoying. Baby parrots go through these and sometimes the results are painful also. I bring this up because Gobi has lately been biting me a bit. It’s just a phase; I have little tiny dot-sized scabs on my fingers, but compared to what Gizmo can do, this is nothing. At the time of this writing, he’s almost out of this oral phase.

However, this got me thinking about life and raising children. You may remember my favorite boy Cory from an earlier post. Like all babies, he is going through a similar phase (in humans it’s called “the terrible twos”). No, he isn’t biting Candace, his mother, or Rick, his father! He does, however, have desires and wants that if not satisfied, can cause him to melt down. A phase of course, and Candace and Rick are on it.

The terrifying thought I had was this:

I realized that if for some reason my relationship with my pet does not work out, I have the option to remove that pet from my life and find him a better home. If the animal has a chronic behavior problem that my efforts can not correct, I always have options.

However, once you have taken on the responsibility of a child, obviously you can’t put it back, trade it, or give it away. It would scare the crap out of me to be responsible for the development and behavior of another human being, knowing that this person will be walking around on the planet for eighty years or so; my actions and reactions help create another’s life and shape his/her interactions with others. Of course, some of the outcome depends on the child itself, but…
Yet, most people do it and the majority turn out good humans!

I am not up to the task. My hat is off to all parents: biological, adoptive, foster, etc. I can only imagine the depth of feeling a parent has for his/her child. I’m not sure I am made of such strong stuff!


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Yogananda’s Garden

Paramahansa Yogananda lived from 1893 to 1952.

Born in India, his mission in life was to emphasize the underlying unity of the world’s great religions, and taught universally applicable methods for attaining direct personal experience of God.

“We are all part of the One Spirit. When you experience the true meaning of religion, which is to know God, you will realize that He is your Self, and that He exists equally and impartially in all beings.”

–Paramahansa Yogananda

Horticulturist Luther Burbank, operatic soprano Amelita Galli-Curci, George Eastman (inventor of the Kodak camera), poet Edwin Markham, and symphony conductor Leopold Stokowski were just a few of his famous students. He was officially received at the White House by President Calvin Coolidge in 1927.

Last Tuesday Bill, Marcia, and I went to Encinitas, Ca. to the Self-Realization Fellowship which he founded (there are several other locations in California). There is a wonderful chapel there where he presided over services. Down the street a few blocks is a beautiful meditation garden that stands on a cliff overlooking the Pacific. These wondrous facilities are free for all to enjoy and I found the energy and tranquillity in these places to be refreshing to my soul and body.

I finally got to enjoy some nature without being a Lyme-o-phobe (see earlier post). The colorful, well-maintained gardens included several ponds full of large, multi-colored koi, waterfalls, and flowers of all colors. Lots of green. Shade and sun. I felt renewed. I was reminded how much nature plays a part in our serenity.
Marcia and Bill at chapel
Marcia and Bill at Chapel

At the garden:

Juxtaposition of cactus and the ocean:

Marcia gazes out to sea…


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A Slow Post Day

OK, a little immature humor never hurt anyone!


Top Ten most Polite Ways to Say Your Zipper Is Down

By David Letterman
10. The cucumber has left the salad.
9.  Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bells.
8.  You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.
7.  Paging Mr. Johnson… Paging Mr. Johnson..
6.  Elvis is leaving the building.
5.  The Buick is not all the way in the garage.
4.  Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction.
3.  You’ve got a security breach at Los Pantalones.
2.  Men may be From Mars…..but I can see something that rhymes with

And the #1 way to tell someone his zipper is unzipped…..

1.  I always knew you were crazy, but now I can see your nuts.


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Out of Upload Space

Oh no! I’ve used up all my Flickr space for the month!

What do you guys use in addition to or instead of Flickr for the WordPress blogs? I tried Photobucket, but it doesn’t work with wp.

I’ve got lots of photos to share from recent daytripping and I don’t want to wait until Sept 1. So any suggestions are welcome!!!


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Elevate-her Music

Part of the treatment when going to my chiropractor is to rest for 20 minutes after the adjustment. There is a designated room called “the quiet room” where patients lay in recliners or soft cots to relax and assimilate the changes in their bodies.

Today as I lay in one of the recliners I had a chance to listen to the music being piped into the room. The office has a CD player and thus are able to select their entire playlists for the day (no more Musak for them). If I had my druthers, I would rather have dead silence when I’m trying to rest, but as I mentioned in my earlier post “The Coffee Bean”, it seems that people just gotta have noise around them at all times.

Anyway, office policy demands that the music be non-exciting, and it definitely is. As the bland melodies assaulted my addled brain, it triggered memories of the music my mom used to listen to when I was a child. People of my current age in those days loved their “elevator music”. Instrumentals that were covers of Broadway songs, old Perry Como hits, etc. Boring and uninspiring, I often wondered how my mother could listen to this stuff.

I wondered to myself, “Is this what I will listen to when I’m older? Is it an age thing?”

I now understand that that kind of music was to my mom as rock and roll is to my generation. She listened to this stuff because that’s all there was at the time. I guess it reminded her of her youth much as “Karma Chameleon” reminds me of mine. And of course, that is the kind of music I still like to listen to. I haven’t “aged” into show tunes or Perry Como. And even though I’m middle-aged (Egads!) I still like indie music and adult alternative bands. My favorite bands are the Eels and Cake and I never tire of their stuff.

So I guess I’ll just “take my medicine” when relaxing at the chiropractor’s quiet room. The music will remind me of the smell of clean sheets hung out on lines to dry; my mom singing the words to an instrumental cover; the light patterns of early morning on my wall as I lay in my childhood bed, gardens planted, leaves of fall, and my childhood house.

I guess the elevator music is not so bad after all.

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