x-ray

Posted: July 23, 2012 in x-ray
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An x-ray of the U.S. Congress would reveal a compound fracture.

Before you shoot someone, x-ray them; you may not need to.

A cavity hates an x-ray like an addict hates the truth.

A good proverb is like a good x-ray, easy to read, harder to heed.

Seeing is before being.

Discernment is the mind’s x-ray machine.

As an x-ray opens a window on the body, so compassion opens a shutter on the soul.

When Röntgen saw the bones in his own hand, all the skeletons of the earth rose up to dance.

X-rays are best possessed by super-duper consciousness.

The x-ray is the friend of the lung; insight is the friend of the psyche.

Nobel prizes radiate from the discovery of noble rays.

Teeth love x-rays; souls love insights.

The wise gain x-ray vision through experience.

zoo

Posted: July 23, 2012 in zoo
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The good life is a grandparent, a grandchild and a zoo.

Zoos remind children that they are small, curious and delicious.

The lamb lies with the lion too, when both are living at the zoo.

The zoo is glue, for mothers needing social roux.

If you can’t afford the zoo, watch congress on TV.

Go to the zoo; take food, pack extra children.

Zoos hire acrobats and muscians because caged animals are so boring.

All in all the human crew is best studied at the zoo.

We love the wild beasts — through thick glass.

Too compare American family life to a zoo demeans the zoo.

See the zoo; tour the world.

The zoo’s best public face is conservation.

Display is ever the arch enemy of freedom.

Compassion is the great link between man and animal; see how the elephants in Thula Thula mourn the loss of Lawrence Anthony.

All zoos are not created equal.

The shopping mall is the human zoo where we all pay to be on exhibit.

Behind the scenes at the zoo, business and conservation snarl and snap at each other over the green rhino.

The animals of the earth are most endanged by humanity’s torid love affair with killing them.

youth

Posted: July 22, 2012 in youth
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Youth hopes much, believes most and fears least.

Youth believes; age achieves.

When you are young, believe that your dreams can come true; when you are old, make sure they do.

The chief disadvantage of being young is in being bossed around by people who know so much less than you do.

Runny noses, bossy adults and unrequited crushes — such things make one long to be old.

Retirement homes and junior high schools have this in common: The inmates quickly grow restless.

Young is young and old is old; together they make something bold.

All men brag that they look good; the difference between young men and old men is that old men actually believe it.

I don’t care what young men do, as long as they don’t do it on the Internet and scare my children.

It is the perogative of the old to give opportunity to the young.

First we study, and then we try; after we fail, then we star.

Wise leaders give opportunity to those who will one day replace them.

quality

Posted: July 21, 2012 in quality
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The best chef selects the third fruit.

Patience births quality; so does impatience.

Kin are platinum — or tin.

The quest for quality makes the tiniest detail into the biggest deal.

Conformance sells; good copying enriches.

Character cognizant springs from its opposite.

Excellence drives over the top of comfort; it crushes laziness.

Quantity is quality’s big-boned sister.

Pick your surgeon; like your sturgeon.

When quality is too expensive, try a cheap fix.

Quality is the best polity.

kind

Posted: July 20, 2012 in kind
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Kind to need is kind indeed.

Diagnose souls; administer kindness.

Kindness is contagious, gentleness courageous.

Spineless kindness nurtures blindness.

Kindness is a form of blindness.

Our losses may yet teach us some kindnesses.

Women sometimes make passes at kind men who wear glasses.

Forgiveness is the essence of kindness.

A just punishment may be a brutal kindness.

The soul most in need of kindness is within.

volunteer

Posted: July 16, 2012 in volunteer
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Voluntary is honorary.

To volunteer is to think of you not me.

Every shovelful helps fill the wheelbarrow, and every tweet helps shape public opinion.

To volunteer advice is like taking cuts in a line; better to wait until all can see that it is your turn.

Volunteer and get hired; slack and get fired.

A voluntary heart doeth good like a medicine.

Something comes of something.

When you volunteer you subtract from yourself to add to others.

Voting is volunteering.

Help who you help to help.

Voluntary works; forced stalls and backfires.

Required volunteerism isn’t.

The wealthy core volunteer the poor for war.

It is easier to find a man who will volunteer to kill other men than to find a man who will volunteer to be a foster parent.

Volunteers have many friends; the selfish rot by themselves in a corner.

work

Posted: July 14, 2012 in work
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In lazy lies no love.

All work, no play, Jack’s Jill won’t stay.

As night follows day so rest follows work.

Work less; do more.

A text in time saves nine.

Wed wife not work.

Work is a splendor –lacking gender.

Avoid work whenever possible; this will ensure that you die poor sooner.

Fuel, act, reflect, relax — the good life stutters.

Teach your children to work hard; this will protect your hard work.

Working alone is a harder masquerading as an easier.

Live several generations past yourself; teach an inheritable work ethic

faces

A happy visage is an open shutter on a cheerful heart.

Every compliment is a facelift.

Faces hint at hearts, but fools blunder ahead without looking.

Tete a tete may temper hate, but an email is sure to promote it.

Every face is a mirror in which the wise see themselves.

The eye is the light of the face.

Always dive face first into deep friendships.

Take human facia prima facie.

The happiest moments of life exist within the circle of children’s faces.

The best memories of a good life are of loved faces.

Faces tell stories.

The face we marry, have children with and remain loyal to into old age is the face within the face of love’s true face.

The world is a galaxy of faces.

Posted: July 8, 2012 in faces
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fix

Posted: July 2, 2012 in fix
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What we can’t fix, we can love.

A quick fix is usually a trick.

You can fix your fife but not your wife.

Fixing inside fixes outside.

A fix in time may save thine.

A quick fix is the road to a quick disaster.

Old school fixes what new school nixes.

Love fixes up what indifference has let down.

Many can’t fix what one has spoiled.

Patience is the slow cure.

The skilled lay hands on what the ignorant have given up on.

To fix or not to fix — that is the discretion.

The end of what can’t be fixed is the end.

competition

Posted: June 22, 2012 in competition
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Competition is the soul of sport.

To compete adapt; to cheat get tapped.

Play for pleasure’s pay.

A culture addicted to winning will drugs its own players.

Competition is energy, collaboration synergy.

Compete with yourself; promote your own health.

The formation of every disparate team is the minimization of every global teamwork.

At the root every competition is an ache for love.

To win is to take speed; to win again is to shoot heroin.

The competitive urge dominates the weak mind.

The more boringly we live, the more avidly we spectate.

Innovation is the step-daughter of competition.

Laws protect humanity from competitive insanity.

serve

Posted: June 8, 2012 in serve
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You not me is me for you.

There are no chores, only ours.

Pleasing is spleasing.

To serve with verve takes some nerve.

Those who wait on others wait on themselves.

To be served is loss; to serve — the sauce.

To serve is to pick up on humility and take her to the dance.

The last servant in the line finds the bowl empty.

Privilege digs a spur of expectation into the flanks of the servant class.

The impatience of the rich falls like a jack hammer on the heads of the poor.

The success of ritual deference rests on the emotional disabilities of self-blinded egos.

When I pick up someone else’s trash I murder my own entitlement issues.

worth

Posted: May 25, 2012 in worth
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Birth is worth.

The molten bold in souls is gold.

Knowledge wears a beautiful patina.

The wise place an extreme value on not knowing.

Human worth is beyond gender, wealth, appearance, and club member.

Aloneness can’t do any ciphers, subtract our worth, diminish girth.

Anchor decisions sticker worth but the wise reprice their own stuff.

Good lies in the direction of valuing what we haven’t.

Love forges a good; hate forges a hood.

What they did to you doesn’t define you.

Wisdom stops asking “why” and turn its faces to the good found in the present.

Other’s opinions don’t price us.

Within the you of the you of the very definitive and superlative you resides your you.

self-esteem

Posted: May 20, 2012 in self-esteem
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Love yourself; not too much.

Self-esteem in the extreme may turn into mean.

You already love yourself in that you feed, shelter and cloth yourself; love others just like that.

Overly scaffolding our students may raise their self-esteem and lower their self-discernment

The self-esteem movement has raised a generation blind to their own incompetence.

Overpraise undermines.

Trellis yourself and others with love.

The foolish student wants only A’s, but wise students value being corrected.

We were once anxious to prove we were better than animals, now we are wondering if we are better than machines.

Be specific, personal, authentic and brief with compliments.

To tell someone they are a hard worker
is better than telling them they are smart; you are telling them they are in control.

Compliment when it is deserved; correct when it is timely, and remain quiet when others are revealing themselves.

To love ourselves is a baby step toward loving others.

World War 1

Posted: May 19, 2012 in ww1
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Never give a madman an army.

When nations go insane, war begins its reign.

Horrible inventions will never resolve former horrors.

The machine gun; it was simply a new means to rip to pieces our own flesh and blood.

A thousand souls cannot dance on the head of a poppy; neither can the human mind comprehend the loss of  millions of lives.

When we begin to think that it is heroic to kill, we have begun to tip off the edge of civilization.

When we use the word necessary with the word war, we teeter on the brink.

We ever under-estimate the demonic destruction of our addiction to violence.

Hostility is a slow cook; war is a fast burn.

Horror over there, normal over here.

Nationalism is a form of self-hatred; it leads us to despise those who are just like us.

Because war museums lack the dead, they ever understate the horror.

Thin glass, level shelves and straight pegs will do nothing to further prevent concussed brains.

There are choices; Monet painted water lilies while the world machine gunned itself to death.

War museums no end; we’ll do it all again.

adventure

Posted: May 16, 2012 in adventure
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The greatest adventure is in what lies behind what lies ahead.

The thrilling unknown lies just below the bone.

The next adventure is just one risk away.

Fools hide at home; the wise charge into the hippodrome.

The good are always traveling into the dangerous terrain of the other.

Adventure lies on the other side of obedience.

The ultimate adventure begins when we sit still, fold our hands and close our eyes.

The wildest ride begins where control ends.

Faith leaves home with bright eyes.

The thrilling hunt almost beats the heart-pounding find.

One cannot even begin to understand home until one leaves it.

When I am no longer ruled by what you think, I go over the falls and plummet into freedom.

Fear hides; love jumps into plain sight.

It is a fool’s errand to play it safe too much.

 

past

Posted: May 16, 2012 in past
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Past good, the future better, the present best.

The past is premium grade rocket fuel.

The damaging past that we can’t forget, we disarm by forgiving.

The present is made out of our past memories and our future hopes.

We dig up the past in order to try to understand the present.

The past is like an old house; it’s always under reconstruction.

The past is always spoken of in the imperfect tense.

The past is remembered best by our ears, eyes and noses.

The past is a like a symphony orchestra that refuses to stop playing.

What happened in the past is now my choice.

When I cry over some else’s past I begin to recover from mine.

The past refuses to pass passively.

Was is, until we change it.

transition

Posted: May 2, 2012 in transition
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We know we have crossed over into maturity when we stop fighting with the people crossing with us.

Progress — it’s finding your people.

A gap in time is a road sign.

The good life has some pool rules: “No running, children; no diving, fools.”

A wise life is like an expensive wine — it’s waits.

The wise know their limits; the mature know when to move beyond them.

Maturity exists in knowing who to choose — and who to run like hell from.

No sea crossings are a match; no lives come from the same batch.

Lonely spaces lie between our origins and our destinations.

Finding our mate is the end; losing our mate is the beginning.

 

human

Posted: April 28, 2012 in human
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We become more human when we love.

Demons are just tired humans.

Wisdom is gentle with human.

Human is tender — with gender.

War is the hatred of humans.

To be human is to be both strong and weak — in the same leap.

It is human to be embarrassed and not hide it.

We need no excuse for being human.

The wise sit with their emotions; fools chase them away.

The baby loved is the bloom of humanity.

When men and women see each other as human, feminism will have done its job.

The toilet reminds us; we are not gods.

traffic

Posted: April 24, 2012 in traffic
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Traffic is neither good or bad, but thinking makes it slow.

How poor are they who have not patience, what traffic ever cleared but by degree.

How bitter a thing it is to look into a Fararri and see another man’s eyes!

What’s in a name? That which we call a detour by any other name will still frustrate the heck out of you.

Uneasy lies the road that wears the crown.

The gestures of angry drivers have no eloquence; their fingers are yet unlearned.

The freeway has twelve lanes yet the comutes never does run smooth.

There ‘s daggers in men’s bumpers.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair — from the tailpipe.

Nothing almost sees miracles but horsepower.

Slower and slower and slower, creeps in our petty road pace as we age.

Taffic is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying something whacked out about us.

protection

Posted: April 23, 2012 in protecting
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One of the great goals of life is to build strong walls — with gates.

The privileged function of a person is to protect.

Fools find groups to guard — everywhere.

In dangerous times the privileged protect themselves.

Those who stop massacres, they are the heroes of humanity.

War to protect is still war that destroys.

Harming brings an ignominious end to a fine career.

It is the strange disorder of man that he will cheat on his wife one day and take a bullet for his comrade the next.

We will only protect the emotions of others after we have learned to protect our own.

Build places of recovery for the damaged; this may one day serve you well.

As a law protects a business, so a good leader protects his people.

To pray is to protect.

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