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Channeling Nietzsche

Not Higgins. Howard!

In Mel Brooks’ classic movie (and one of my top favorites), Blazing Saddles, the character Howard Johnson remarks, “Y’know, Nietzsche says: ‘Out of chaos comes order.’”  Such is my hope for 2010.

Actually, the real quote from Friedrich Nietzche is, “One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” which isn’t quite what Howard says, but is pretty much summed up in spirit.  For me, 2009 was a mess.  I am aspiring for a more ordered 2010.

Many of you know that I had spent most of 2009 on the taxpayers’ dole (thanks, everyone!) until I found gainful employment in the fall.  Regrettably, I did not take full advantage of my lay-off and now find myself in some manner of disarray.  The honey-do list never really got off the ground– something that I know upset the Mrs– and I am prioritizing it for 2010.

Cleaning house is also on the docket for 2010.  We plan to rid ourselves of the clutter which seems to multiply faster than rabbits in our home.  If it is something in excess of what we really need, then it’ll probably go.

Organizing my on-line life, too, is in my plan.  My political leanings and rants/raves will be shuttled over to my political blog on  My more personal thoughts and musings will continue to be published here on my small piece of the ‘net.  I will still be tweeting on Twitter and periodically posting over on Facebook as well.  So many outlets!

So, please stay tuned– 2010 is already shaping up to be an exciting year for me.  Let’s hope that I can manage to make some semblance of order of it.

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I Am My Father’s Son

Yes, it’s true.  Exactly so.  It occurred to me over the Thanksgiving weekend in two, undeniable truths.  Let me explain.

My daughter was away at my in-laws for a few days and Mrs. Kharmin was out of the house on some social event which left me all alone to find my own dinner.  Now, I am a capable enough cook when I want to be (which is almost never) and I am handy around the kitchen; however, when left to my own devices I take the easiest, laziest route: microwave popcorn.

Is there anything that doesn’t go with microwave popcorn?  Not only that, but it is easily one of the most filling of foods depending on how many bags you make.  And that’s the best part– with multiple microwaves (one in the kitchen and one in the downstairs bar) you can quickly immerse yourself in a veritable treasure-trove of buttery goodness!  Oh, and there is some nutritional value as well.

Now, this isn’t to say that my father is lazy– no, not at all!  But, I can remember times when popcorn would have been his preferred bachelor-evening dinner just as it was mine.

But wait, there’s more!

NOT me and Dad, but you get the idea.

Sunday, we headed to church. As far back as I can remember, my dad always wore his suit to church. Regardless of how I feel on Sunday mornings, I wrestle that neck tie around my collar. I don’t pull myself into my whole dress suit, but I do get that tie around my neck — I can at least do that. But it is my father’s example which, to this day, still impresses upon me the importance of dressing for church as a sign of respect. It makes me wonder just what some of the other parents must be thinking when their kids come to church in ripped jeans and sneakers or mini-skirts which are barely mini! At any rate, the neck tie is yet another way of connecting me back to my dad.

There are, I’m sure, a host of other things that have been passed down to me from my dad– too many for me to count– and I’m sure that my older sibling has his share of memories and other trivia from our youth. In all, it seems that he must’ve done something right because both my brother and I have happy, successful families and a strong foundation to relate to our own children.

It is my hope that I can do just as good as a job as my dad.

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Remembering Pearl

Not nearly old enough to have remembered the actual event, I did want to take time out of my day to reflect and remember the attack on Pearl Harbor which essentially thrust the United States into the second world war.

Every day, I thank our brave men and women of our armed forces for doing the job that I wouldn’t want to do and for sacrificing so much to ensure our safety and our way of life. I echo the many before me who proclaim these people as the true heroes of our day.

The attack on Pearl has been recounted and analyzed ad infinitum and I would do the topic no justice by adding to it here.  A very sad day during a very harrowing time, and far too many lives were lost on both sides of the war.

Today, I thank the heroes of my past, my present and my future and hope and pray for their safety and for their ability to continue to excel at the tasks which are placed in front of them.

Thank you.

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Kharmin Learns a New Term

This morning at breakfast, my 4 (almost 5!) year old daughter remarked that we had to be careful with our Cheerios and milk so that we wouldn’t spill on Mommy’s nice, clean table cloth. How courteous! Then…

She tells me that Grandmom doesn’t have a table cloth on her table.  She remembers this because she just returned from spending an extended weekend there.  She says that Grandmom, instead, has “plate mattresses.”

I know that she meant place mats, but I found this new term to not only be really cute, but rather appropriate.  Think of it: each plate has it’s own place to rest — just like a bed.

Plate mattresses.  Maybe I should start marketing them.

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