Viva Naranja!

All effort is violence.

That’s something I’ve struggled with, thanks to Krishnamurti. Most of the time, I think about it and realize a “let go” experience. Other times, I think, “Why shouldn’t I put forth some effort? Why is it violent to do something?”

My family crest has a motto that reads, “Aut agere, aut mori.” Either action, or death.

This goes against the all effort is violence statement.

Today I found balance, thanks to my Sunday morning yoga instructor. He said, “Selling out is also violence.”

Bingo.

You have to do SOMETHING.

Perhaps jk should’ve said, “All forcefulness is violence.”

I like that better. It sits well. My remnant jesus freak would have said, “It is well with my soul.”

At NAD’s IEP meeting, we couldn’t find a sitter, so he hung out in the next room with his brother while we reviewed past goals. At one point, we were told that NAD was at 80% of meeting the goal for tying his shoes independently.

Not more than five minutes after being told that they would spend the next year trying to “make” NAD tie his shoe’s, NAD came in the room and asked me to TIE HIS SHOES.

I said, “No. YOU tie them.”

He got down on one knee and proceeded to tie his shoe… 100%!!!

I wasn’t surprised… but I sure was glad that the note takers were there to see my big boy in action.

Note to school district: Don’t sell my kid short. He works his butt off to do what we ask of him, and we work our butts off to find new ways to teach him. Maybe you could do the same.

Happy Birthday, Grace!

Welcome to our world.

Congrats to Paul and Traci (and big brother Stephen)

listening to: Grace by U2

No doubt anymore.
First day.
New job.
Good folks.
No office.
But… windows!
Ah, sky! Trees! Airplanes!
Banners! Skyscrapers! Leaderboards!
Admin. Assistant no more.
Hi, Associate Product Manager.
Hi, Ad Network.
Hi, new career.

It’s been a crappy-ass week… but now, I’m feeling good.

“A Fender Bass can shake the room with its thunder or moan softly like a sleeping giant. The bass is the ground of all harmony, the root, the foundation of all musical structure. Because the bass is the secret heart of the music: aggressively male, achingly female, dynamic yet tender, it attracts men and women of quiet strength, those who understand the true spiritual power of music.”

Sting

Best:

Daft Punk joining Kanye West and the subsequent, unexpectedly touching “Hey Mama”; Lang Lang and Herbie Hancock doing Rhapsody in Blue (and being upstaged by the immaculate clarinet player in the orchestra!); and Amy Winehouse singing sober.

Worst:

I’m skipping a lot of little things and going for the big trophy here…

Hands down - Andrea Bocelli and Josh Groban singing (sometimes yelling) the god-awful “The Prayer” and dedicating it to the memory of Luciano Pavarotti. Thankfully, Celine and David Foster didn’t join in. That was truly embarrassing. The Academy should’ve known/done better and invited the Met orchestra with James Levine and a stage full of opera’s best.

Better yet, they could’ve have just played a montage of Luciano at his best and left it at that.