I love to laugh and make others laugh. I am a long-time e-learning developer, writer, designer, manager and company owner.
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So there I was on my way to two destinations. First, I needed to drop my dog off at the groomer's and then I needed to see an important potential client. Stopping for my morning Starbucks coffee, I noticed the place was a little more crowded than usual and the barristas were a little more rushed than usual.
Of course, it had to happen. The cup top wasn't on very tight, probably because the barrista was rushed, and no sooner did I get in the car and go for a sip than coffee spilled on my pristine white shirt! Oh, no!!! What to do? If I showed up at the client site with a coffee-stained shirt, they surely would have me kicked out!
So I brought my dog to the groomer and asked if I could use their bathroom to wash my shirt. She said she was sorry but the bathroom was not for the public. I gave her my sob story, how I was going to meet the client and millions (OK, hundreds maybe) was riding on my wearing a clean shirt and I didn't have time to go home and change. She acquiesced and allowed me into the bathroom where I proceeded to wash my shirt with soap and water while still wearing it. I got it clean, finally, but now I was faced with a very wet shirt and not enough time before seeing my client for it to dry.
I saw one of the nice groomer ladies holding a wicked-looking hair dryer, obviously for use on large hairy wet dogs. I asked her if I could use it to dry myself and she said it was expensive and couldn't let a customer use it.
"But, " she then said, "while I can't let you blow yourself, I can blow you if you like." My right eyebrow raised à la Spock, I slowly said, "OK..." and put my arms out so she would have full access to...my shirt. She then realized what she said, gave me a smile, and proceeded to "blow me" with the hair dryer. It was quite an experience. It felt like those big blowers in the car washes. I felt as if I was in a wind tunnel! I had to brace myself so as to not fall over!
Ah, but in the end...I was dry as a bone! Thank you, nice groomer lady!
I don't usually remember my dreams, because the clowns that haunt them are kind enough to let me forget them when I wake up. That's why one of my favorite mottos is: "Can't sleep - the clowns will get me. Can't sleep - the clowns will get me."
Anyway, this morning I woke up with a dream fresh in my mind. Here are the details:
1. I was meeting my wife Ivana after work every day. She worked in a large building. I'm pretty sure it was a bank headquarters.
2. While waiting for her one day outside the building, I looked up and saw elevated train tracks, pretty high up. The only problem was that a large piece of the train track was missing.
3. Suddenly, I see a train traveling on the track right towards the piece that is missing. I brace myself for the horrible consequences.
4. However, the train appears to continue on its merry way over the missing track. I now realize that the track isn't missing, it's simply transparent in that area. (Note, that the track appears to be hanging in the air with no support beneath).
5. I breathe a sigh of relief but it's short-lived because now that the train has continued its journey, I see two trucks coming down the track as well but now a piece of the invisible track, now somewhat visible to me, appears to be a drawbridge and is rising.
6. The first truck makes it over because the rising track has just begun to rise, but the second truck gets there too late and simply falls straight down onto the street below.
7. Luckily, though there is a lot of traffic, the truck falls onto an empty spot on the street, right in front of a bus, and is undamaged. After a moment, the truck driver continues driving.
8. I kick myself for not having my camera with me at the time and go inside to meet Ivana in the lobby.
9. Somehow I find myself outside and the scene repeats itself exactly the same way but this time I have my camera and capture the whole thing. Both times, I was not the only one looking up, there were many others looking too and some of them had cameras.
OK, folks, are you a dream interpreter? You can write your interpretation comments here!
Today we attended the Ferragosto picnic. Ferragosto is an Italian holiday celebrated every year on August 15 because this is the day that Catholics believe that Mary, Jesus' mother, was brought up to heaven, still alive and in her body. But during Ancient Roman times, this date was also celebrated to honor the Goddess Diana. The holiday takes its name, in fact, from the ancient Roman name of Feriae Augusti. Most Italians take the whole month of August as vacation, except for essential personnel (and some of them disappear too!). The cities empty out, many stores stay closed, and everyone flocks to the beaches and the mountains, both prime vacation spots in Italy, which is both mountainous and full of beautiful beaches.
Here 
in the States, of course, many of us work way too hard and hardly take any time off from work. So a couple of local guys took it upon themselves to have a Ferragosto picnic last year and this year. Last year there were more people; this year it was sparsely attended, as you can see. However, you can see what a beautiful place Great Falls park is. Ivana and I brought our dog and our Italian friend Yvette. Our dog loved being at the park as he usually does when he's surrounded by the wonderful smells of nature, the stinkier the better!
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For lunch we had seen David and his family. David and I used to work at USI in the mid-90s. I also worked there obviously with others and, for those who know me, I obviously also made other friends besides David (because I'm a friendly guy...also humble!).
Two others of my very good friends from that time are Joel and Norman. From that time, we three and our families have met often, as often as we've been able, usually in one of our homes. Tonight, though, we had decided to dine at Mailbu Grill, a restaurant patterned after the Brazilian style of bringing meat to your table on a skewer and putting it on your plate. When you want meat, you turn a peg on your table so that the green side is up (see it on the table in the first photograph?). When you've had enough for now, you turn it so that the red part is up.
Norman and Myrel's two boys, Ben and Noah, are growing fast. Both are such happy boys! That must have something to do with their parents...you think?
As usual when we get together, we talk about EVERYTHING...work issues, politics, work, politics...is there anything else in life? Oh, of course there is and we talk about those things too.
So today was a reunion of USIers...David and his family at lunch and Norman and Joel and families at dinner.
I am so lucky to have such good friends! And they are so lucky to have to have Ivana and me as friends...such humble, humble friends.
Today Ivana and I met with our friends David and Norah and their beautiful family. David and I used to work together at Universal Systems Inc. back in the mid-90s, after which it became Integic and then part of Northrop Grumman.
While we've seen David on occasion in the last few years, including at my parties and as part of business meetings, we had not seen Norah in about 10 years! At the time, Leilani, their oldest, was just a baby and there were no other children. Now they have four gorgeous kids, each with a distinct and wonderful personality. The day was warm and really nice, the food was delicious and best of all was the company. Meeting David and Norah's kids and seeing Norah again and knowing David as we do, we are convinced that we will be getting together a lot more often!
My goodness, look at that smile!!!
One of the best websites around is www.meetup.com because it's one of those rare sites that actually tries to get you away from your computer. The concept is simple: type in your zip code and your area of interest (knitting, nuclear physics, Italian) and a list of meetups covering that topic in your area will be listed, if any exist. In most any big town, yes, there will be meetups covering your topic, no matter how unique. I joined about a year ago to join up with other Italian speakers and have made a lot of friends through this organization. The cost is next-to-nothing, usually a couple of bucks thrown in the kitty to help the organizer of the meetup you're attending pay the website fee. Typically the meetups happen in restaurants, Starbucks, or occasionally in someone's home. It's not a dating service, but can you think of an easier place (if you're single) to find someone who shares an interest of yours than at a meetup specifically set up to address that interest?
I'm sold on the idea of meetups. In fact, I took over a local Italian meetup after the previous organizer moved and our meetup starts in 20 minutes. Oops, I'd better get going!!
So I had a meal in a nice Chinese restaurant the other day. When they brought the fortune cookies to the table, I opened mine and got the "fortune" you see here..."You look pretty"...so here's my question: what is going on here? I thought fortune cookies were supposed to tell you your fortune, not state the obvious! All I have to do is look in the mirror to see just how damned pretty I am. I don't need some guy in Shanghai to have put this message in a cookie and send it my way.
Next time, I hope not to get another obvious true statement like "You are very smart." or "You have dreamy eyes." or "You are the end-all and be-all of humankind." Give me my fortune! Tell me something I don't know!
Oh, look, on the other side are some lottery numbers. Cool! I'm going to be rich!
Last week the Washington Post Sunday Magazine started a new feature called Second Glance which is just a new take, using Photoshop, on the old "spot the differences" idea. I enjoy these kinds of puzzles. This week's was hard, though! So I sent a letter to the magazine editor this morning:
I am enjoying the new Second Glance page in the Washington Post magazine but I object to the new technology you must be using. How is it that I can look at a part of the bottom photograph and, when I look at it the same exact spot of the bottom photograph a few seconds later, it has changed? Whatever technology you are using to constantly change the minutiae of the photograph is remarkable but unfair. How are we supposed to keep track when the photographs themselves are morphing? Please don't blame my 47-year-old eyes; it has to be some new breakthrough in printing that allows for this level of difficulty! You guys are sadistic!
It was April, 2001, and the Smithsonian Institution held a Star Wars exhibit in one of their museums on the Mall, that stretch of land between the Capitol Building and the Lincoln Center. See the map, copied from the Smithsonian site. To help promote the exhibit, there were costumed characters outside the museum, including Storm Troopers brandishing (fake) weapons. They were stopping traffic, questioning drivers and waving them on. I wonder if they would be allowed to walk around with weapons, fake or not, in our post-9/11 world. Probably not, and that's just a shame.
This is my personal blog. I also have started a separate professional blog for those who know me more as an e-learning guru. It has my musings and observations of the e-learning industry. Take a look here: www.elearningdeveloper.blogspot.com.
On the beautiful last day here in Colorado Springs, a fire alarm made us all evacuate the building. I took the opportunity to have my picture taken with Jeff and Susan Rhodes, the fine folks running TBCON. It's a great deal and they do a great job every year!
