“For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.”
--Ralph Waldo Emerson

"No one is in control of your happiness but you; therefore, you have the power to change anything about yourself or your life that you want to change."--Barbara de Angelis


I didn't get "On the Board," at work, tonight, but I had some great conversations with folks about the opera, and I have several people to call back, which denotes either a possible true interest later, or is just someone who doesn't know how to say, "NO."

My boss asked what I was having to eat, and I told him that it was a, "vegetarian meatloaf."
He said, "Are you a vegetarian?" I said, "Not completely; I don't like the way the animnals are raised, and killed, so I try to eat as little meat as possible, and when I do eat meat, I thank the animal that died for me.

"You thank the chicken," said my boss, with a laugh.

I laughed back, and said, "Yes, I thank the chicken."

My boss brought in several buckets of fried chicken for the crew, later in the evening.
I said to him, "You're not going to thank the chicken are you?"

He said, "I give thanks to God for all things. If I started to think about
the chicken, I would probably go crazy."

Probably, many of us are like this. If we thought about how that nicely packaged steak, or those
well-arranged thighs came to be sitting so pleasantly in the meat dept., we would probably greatly alter the way we eat.

I think that my boss is right, that we should give thanks for everything that we have in our lives, and I also think that thanking the cow, the pig, the chicken, the lamb, for dieing for us, does not go far enough to alleviate the great pain that they endure while being raised, and then killed on corporate farms.

I'm a sinner. Send me to hell for breathing.

I'm seated at my desk, eating vegetarian chili, and my cat, Kobain, jumps up on my leg. like he always does when he wants in on what I'm eating. "You're not going to like this," I say to him, "putting a 1/4 of a teaspoon worth of chili on my leg for him. He swipes it off my paw, and starts to eat the chili off the floor, What he leaves behind, Morisson, my dog, finishes off for him. We are a commune around here.

‎"For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the faith God has distributed to each of you."--Romans 12:3

Today, I am helping to redistribute food that instead of being thrown out is being dropped off on the door step of people who need it. I would like to say that I am being truly altruistic in participating in this endeavor, but I'm not: I get a box of food for helping out, and I get to pick what that food is. I used to be one of the people that got a box of food dropped off at my house. I'm moving on up.

bin Laden just rose from the dead, and he is walking on water, and turning it into wine.

Don't you think that George Bush must be very heavily guarded, more than a President is usually guarded?

‎"Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine."--Anthony J. D'Angelo


"Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left."--Hubert Humphrey

When The Going Gets Weird by Mikel K

"Things pass, and the best we can do is let them really go away."--Paulo Coelho

“The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles me”--Source Unkown

“It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.”--Buddha

"Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?"--Abraham Lincoln

If you are the type of conservative who gets his news from Sean Hannity, and Rush Limbaugh, and believes that Ronald Reagan, and The Bushes, were great presidents, to quote Tom Petty: "Don't come around here no more." If you are the type of conservative who is going to say that I don't love the troops because I made a Facebook page joke saying, "Obama got him, and Bush didn't:" don't come around here no more.

We've killed Osama, and the thought comes to mind: who are we going to hate now?

We have to have someone to hate. Otherwise, how is the military industrial complex going to continue to thrive? We used to hate Russia. We used to hate that guy who ran Iraq like it was his own personal candy factory. We killed him, and did the world change? We have killed bin Ladin, and will the world change? We have to have somebody to hate to feel good about ourselves. There is an enemy, even if we have to make him, or her up. There will always be a new enemy. The Super Bowl is an every day occurrence. Kill. Kill the enemy.

I know; I am not a good patriot. How dare I be pissed off that Ronald Reagan, and Don Rumsfeld colluded to get rid of the head of the FDA so that Rumsfeld's company could dump the poison aspartame on the market, resulting in much cancer, and death, amongst US citizens, and letting The Donald kick back on his very own large Texas ranch.

I really don't know what I am talking about. I am fed little bits, and pieces, of information, some of which I choose to grab onto because they fit my belief system. I don't believe in Corporate Amerika, but I do believe in growing your own garden.

What the hell does aspartame have to do with the killing of bin Laden?

I hate when people pull the YOU DON'T LOVE THE TROOPS card on me. We can invade any country in the world, drop bombs on innocent children in the name of acquiring oil, and opening markets for freedom, but if I say that that might not be the most polite, nicest thing for humans to do, someone will say that I don't love the troops.

The troops do what they are told. They are pawns in the game. They are the young, and the poor, among us trying to find a way out of what they were born into, and move up the social, and economic, chain. I love the troops. Every time that I see them in an airport, I go up to them and give them a hug. The Hare Krishnas look at me like I'm weird.

Obama wants to get reelected: he would kill anyone. Just kidding, but wouldn't most politicians do just about enything to get elected, or reelected? What goes on behind the scenes, jelly bean?

I have a friend in Australia. We talked last night.

Mikel K Poet: Australia didn't get Bin Ladin, AMERICA DID.

LeeAnne Leslie I really don't find joy in the death of things. -

Mikel K Poet I understand what you are saying. We should have captured him, and then hung him like we did that guy from Iraq.

LeeAnne Leslie: Unfortunately, the death of one man will not end terrorism, or bring world peace. If people are happy he is dead then they are happy. If the country that killed him feels some kind of satisfaction at that achievement then, again, they are happy. I though, personally do not find any joy in the murder or death of anything.

There was no cable, and no internet, in the $1 million dollar mansion that bin Laden was living in when he was killed. I almost feel sorry for the guy. Can you imagine living without cable, and internet?

Most of my problems exist in my head; I create them. I have battles with myself, which don't need to be fought. Fortunately this occurs less, and less, as I age, and I'm an old fucker. I don't much remember being young. I don't much remember anything but now, which is supposedly good: to be in the now.

Remember Sergent Schultz from the old Hogan's Heroes TV show? (I'm showing my age now). Schultz used to say, "I know nothing. I see nothing."

I concur with Shultz. My name is Mikel, and I am powerless.
Time to look for a job. Is anybody hiring?

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"She could drag me over the rainbow>"--Neil Young

I should focus on the good things in my life, and not on the things that I am pissed off about. I know this; I know to make a gratuity list; I know to meditate, and to do Yoga, but, sometimes, the bad thoughts still invade my brain, and I have trouble getting rid of them. I guess that I am only human, and not Superman.

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When I got on the bus, this evening, the bus driver was laughing, and said, "What is General Tso's Chicken," and I said that it was dark chicken meat, fried, and served with sweet, and sour, sauce. He laughed, again, and said, "But how do you know that that is what meat is in it?" When you step onto a bus, you enter another world. This was a fun ride home.

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A book has pulled me away from Netflix. A book has pulled me away from my writing. I am skipping meals, and missing sleep to read this book: "Up From the Blue," by Susan Henderson. You should read it; it is a fantastic novel.

"Up From the Blue," is one of the best books that I have ever read. It is the kind of book that makes you want to stay with it to the end, ignoring all of life's responsibilities to find out what is going to happen next. You are driven to the conclusion of this book with each page you read. You can't turn each page fast enough to get to the next page, and then when the book ends, you want it to continue. .

"Up From the Blue," is, primarily, the story of Tillie, an eight year old girl, who tells us about her life in a very memoir-like way. For most of the book, it is hard to believe that, "Up From the Blue," is a novel because it is so real that you feel like you are reading someone's memoir. I have to wonder how much of author Susan Henderson is in Tillie. Who was it that said that, "Novels were thin veiled masks of an author's self?"

Tillie's mom can't cope; she is probably bi-polar. Tillie's dad is a top ranked military man, who thinks that he is in charge of everything. Tillie shows us what it is like to grow up under parents so pathetically opposite, and she takes us to the birth of her first child concurrently.

Tillie is such a brat, but as a reader, you love her; you root for her, in what she finds to be trying circumstances. The kids at school pick on her. Her one, and only, brother shuns her like the plague.

I want to tell you more about this book, more about the story of Tillie, but I won't. I want you to read this book, and enjoy it, as I did: get ready to do nothing but read this book. It's the end of the world as you know it, until you get it done.

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