Reunions (a retrospective)

Well, my reunion with my high school buddy got off to a weird start. While using the weight machines, my phone pinged, I received a facsebook Messenger message that he'd missed the train stop and would be doubling back.  We finally met in the lobby, had a nice chat and are giving it a try again next week.  Let's just chalk it up to a trial run; id est, nothing was lost but information was gained.

At the We're Moving Forward event later in the day on the same same campus as the gym where I exercised in the morning, different building, same campus, I saw a guy with whom I shared many a rehab facility--that was unexpectedly neat.


Echos from the past

Recently when I've been looking in the mirror, someone else has been gazing back-- the ghost of my maternal grandfather.

There was family lore of us (the royal, familiar US) having some Irish in our sugar code. The D in DNA being deoxyribose, a permutation of the sugar compound,  ribose. My mustache is ruddy, the color of my grandfather's hair in his youth. Red is a telltale hair color pigmentation trait of the Irish.

So, I suppose that makes me German (on my maternal grandmother's side) Dutch (on my paternal and maternal grandfathers' sides, as well as my paternal grandmother) with strong Irish influences. It's no wonder, I'm quite opinionated ands stubborn.

You can never know where you're going, unless and until you know where you've been. If not you, at least your sugar (code). And all this without 23 and me. I'm not cheap, I'm frugal. And I've staked out that position; so, I'll stubbornly defend it. More traits that are in line with my ancestry.


Doing the twist, ala the Grateful Dead

To clean my moustache throughout the day,of salt, sugar, et cetera, I t wist my moustache ala Kid  Twist. (Harold Gould) from the movie The Sting (1973).

After studying for exams, doing course projects during college, my best buddy and I would often relax by watching the Sting and eating dinner.  We bonded over the time we spent endeavoring to study that with which she blinded Thomas Dolby:Science.

However, in my moustache, I've been noticing a 'Touch of Gray.'


The debut of Master RMH, MBA

On August 25, my right hand man and I are going to go to an event sponsored by the WMF, an evening of trivia, poker and blackjack (my game is poker).  There I will premiere my moustache all buttered up with Maestsro's beard butter, an agar of moustache oil and moustache wax, available at Target, which I bought awhile back and have been keeping for a less mundane time to use. By then, since facial hair grows three times as fast as scalpal (?) hair, I should have some good growth going.  (Bet you can't say that three times fast)  It should be fun.



The other day, an elementary school classmate, who was a middle school and high school friend, hit me up on facebook's soutaving grace, messenger.  We are going to confab at my quasi-local gym.  Anytime I can help a buddy out with very little effort on my part can be nothing but good.

I shall expound on the tet-a-tet after the fact, but I shall not peer into the future.


The Art of Moving Slowly (and the Science of Telegraphing Your Moves Ahead of Time)

In this congested world, there is no want of action or actors. It would seem that planning and patience are very much prized.  Some mught say that acting strtiWith enough creative coordination, almost anything is possible.  hers. Realizing that thal this may seem a little fatalistic, it's meant to be more spiritual and zan; but if one moves slowly and methodically, stuff just seems to get moved out of the way.

I think that if the laconic pace is telegraphed and ensconced in a consistent pattern, others readily adjust their actions accordingly.  I am reminded of that ancient eastern warning, 'you moved to soon;' so, I never do.  Moving without thinking is too reminiscent of the groupthink intrinsic in socialism.

Exemplari gratis; it's much more polite to arrive at a party fashionably late than to arrive during setup. 'ff one acts early, there's good chance he'll get in the way.

I was taught to 'Tell 'em what you're gonna tell 'em, tell 'em, then tell 'em what you told 'em.'

It's quite declase to always rely on shock and surprise to be impactful.