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...sez Mark: Mourning Christmas
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Friday, January 15, 2010. There’s a misty drizzle turning the dried winter scum on my truck into a gross gray slime. I might say it’s unseasonably warm for January, but in this corner of the North Coast, there is no unseasonable. We had snow and ice. One day we even had sunshine. Now we have slush and rain. But today is not a day for sunshine. Today is a day of mourning. Today I walked by the guy playing guitar on the street without a nod. Why? Did I ask him to sit in my path and play his guitar? I know ...
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...sez Mark: Joo Joo Eyes on You*
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Thursday, April 22, 2010. Joo Joo Eyes on You*. John Lennon said it this way: “I know you, you know me. One thing I can tell you is you’ve got to be free.”. Jesus said it better: “You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”. Although Lennon’s view of freedom may have been some spiritual ‘joo-joo eyeball,’ he had a kernel of truth. It’s not just about dumping all your junk in somebody else’s lap and going home. It’s about opening the door to your junk room, and giving ...Seeing all your iss...
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...sez Mark: Perfect 10?
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Thursday, January 7, 2010. Ten Not the Commandments or a gymnast’s perfect score. Not the old Dudley Moore movie or the backdrop of Hamilton’s picture. Ten is the New Year. At least, on January 1, 2010 it was. How will yours rate? So we may call it Twenty Ten, or out of a decade’s habit, Oh Ten. But to me it’s simply Ten. It sounds so clean, so perfect. But a new year can be like a new car. The minute you drive off the dealer’s lot, your brand new year is a used year. Can we see the New Year that way?
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...sez Mark: Don't Be Herd
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Thursday, December 3, 2009. If you want people to listen, don’t be ‘herd’. When you look and sound like all the other animals, nobody pays attention. But become the ugly duckling, or the tenor sax in the string quartet, now people sit up and take notice. If you’re part of the herd, you won’t be seen. When you look like everyone else, you become the wallpaper, not the icon. You’re in the herd. And you’re not being heard. Cuz you ain’t bein’ heard. Good advice. And there are quite a few furniture place...
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...sez Mark: April 2009
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009. What I've been doing instead of blogging:. 4/15 Filing taxes – Did you ever try to explain blogging expenses as a business deduction? 4/16 Bestest daughter's birthday – Buying flowers, baking cakes, driving her limo. Usual birthday stuff. 4/17 Yooper sister's reception – I was emcee, and it always an adventure to have Mom at a party. 4/18 Bestest son's prom – He looked amazing. Sweetest girlfriend even better. 4/20 Repair lawn mower – It runs. Woo-hoo. Tuesday, April 14, 2009.
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...sez Mark: October 2009
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009. With a spoonful of sugar? Or with a chocolate milkshake chaser? Sometimes it's not just knowing what to say, it's knowing how to serve it up. Guys on the other hand tend to use the same approach to "Honey, I'll be ten minutes late for supper" as they do for "Oops, the lawnmower ran over your Grandma's prize-winning wisteria.". But if you have a disgruntled client who thinks paying you $3000 for six coaching sessions should have him dating the girl of his dreams, a more nuance...
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...sez Mark: Camels in the Streets
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Saturday, November 28, 2009. Camels in the Streets. Wisemen and camels plodding through the streets - in Bethlehem they searched for a King. In Village Square it means a parade. Main Street in Village Square is a festive blizzard of lights, music and shoppers. Crowds line the street in anticipation of the event. But this is not a 'holiday' parade, not in this village. With shepherds and their sheep, singing angels, and Mary, Joseph and the babe in the manger, this is very clearly, Christmas. View my comp...
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...sez Mark: Discovering Wishes
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Tuesday, December 22, 2009. Once upon a time a charming young lady rode in her gaily decorated carriage to the nearby village to visit the liquid confectionary shop to indulge her desire for a chocolate potion of such deliciousness that it made the harrowing ride quite forgotten. But Nana Viv wasn’t beaming over the counter. In her place was a pleasant looking lad with a cherry-chocolaty smudge on his chin and a misplaced spatula tucked into the pocket of his over-sized apron. 8220;Fine,” he was un...
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...sez Mark: September 2009
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Monday, September 7, 2009. On this Unlabored Day, listening to the rain on the screen porch seems completely divine. And having just watched "Julie and Julia," drinking wine just seems like the natural thing to do. This has the magic of stolen time, an unexpected gift of unscheduled hours when plans go awry. See, today was going to be a biking day, until a cloudy and rain-tinged morning greeted us. So the backup plan of brunch and a movie fell into place. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Here's What Let's Do.
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...sez Mark: March 2009
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. You missed the party? Friday was my birthday, in case you missed it. Which one? You'll have to go back and ask Roman. Birthday candles that brightened the day:. A hit and run hug from a cute blond. Lunch with Bestest Daughter at a fascinating little bistro. An impromptu rendition of Happy Birthday from the lady at the next table. All day long, congratulatory texts messages, including one from an unknown number. Birthday package from Yooper Sis including dark chocolate. Here lies i...
