3 Strikes and You're Hurt

3 Strikes and you're hurt. I crashed on my bicycle again last weekend. The 3rd time in 3 years. I feel fortunate to still have my nose and teeth after those wrecks. They feel as if they parallel the stuff going around me in my life.

The first bicycle crash was coming down the bike ramp at the park. I had an empty can in one hand, and my grip hand on the front break. Well, it picked up speed unexpectadely, so I grabbed the break and went head first over the handle bars. I let the bicycle go and sailed sliding landing flat on my belly scraping the pavement with my shoulder and feet. Wearing short sleeved and sandels, I was pretty bruised. The people around me were pretty startled, and amazed. They asked several times if was ok, and my only reply was that my face is fine. Actually I was really lucky I didn't land on someone like a child or an elderly person, and got them killed them. The scrapes and soreness took a month to disappear.

The second crash was one morning racing towards the park and the train station headed to work. The road was a narrow one, barely passable for 2 cars at a time. And with many side streets and blind turns. Well, while on my way an elderly man turned off the side street in front of me without looked. I hit him head on. Again, I knew if I hit him with my full weight he might end up in the hospital. So I let the bike go and thrust myself over his bike past him, and landed on my side rolling like a stuntman. My wind got knocked out of me a bit and it took minutes to catch my breath. The old guy was cut by his peddle and apologizing for pulling in front of me.

The latest crash and hopefully the last happened on my way home from partying. I was coming down a different hill into the park, one I always take. To be honest this was influenced by alcohol. Well, at the bottom of the small hill is a bar to block cars. Normally I go left or right to avoid it. This time without thinking I was headed straight it it, in a daze. But then I saw the bar and didn't have time to go left or right, and put the brakes on not hit, but also not to go over my handle bars. Well I still hit it anyways, and instead of taking the brunt of the hit in my gut, I launched myself over the guard rail, landing square on my shoulder and rolling a bit. This one hurt pretty bad and wondered if I was going to end up in the hospital this time. I limped home on my bicycle and woke up in pain. I suffered for about a week, but my shoulder has limbered up, and bicycle safe from me in the parking garage.

Sexual capital

Well nothing akin to a capital city like NYC. More like the respectful consideration I have for Tiger Woods. Risk exists in every relationship. But also the genuine reward that only affection and genuine relashionships endevour. And yes, always worth it, but with extreme caution and restraint.

Light at time of darkness

How can I complain about all this? I got empowered as an executive staff yesterday. I have become more conscious of who I am, who I once was, potential to rise higher. My heros on my flank. Talking to my family and I as if I were worthy of their ear. Even sharing my own humble exploits in their midst. Something is happening. About to happen. Right before my very feet. I have no big shoes to fill... just fresh clay to cross and lay those footsteps on my own. sign

...that nothing is forever

(from Michael Lutin's Daily Fix Friday 4 Dec - a very uncanny perspective today)

You could swear sometimes that if you didn't know better
somebody somewhere was sticking pins in a doll.
Paranoia could be rampant and trust is difficult to come by.
Those who already have the uh-oh message know that this cold war isn't
thawing out any time soon
and that Uranus won't even reach the 29th degree of Pisces until
sometime in April-May.
You can already see the handwriting on the wall, however, that the
movie is changing big time
and things are just never going to be the same any more.
That's not necessarily a tragedy, although there is some tragic
aspects to what is going on.
So there's no sense pretending everything is wonderful.
It can all turn out to be more of a blessing than you think.
A new life awaits, but first, it's squeezing through the eye of that
damned needle....
then you can move on to fight the fight and love the love
you need lots of stamina now plus a profound understanding, that
nothing is forever

knucklehead blame game

A colleague who never accepts responsibility challenged me endlessly
concerning failure of his own. Well not his, but ball in his court. No
one is perfect and especially not the business we work for or the
processes we adhere to. Yet, the stage is set and the cynical posture
along with the nagging tone, even accusatory stance got the hell on my
nerves big time. The disaster is so serious in this one part of the
business, and to convey it directly to an extreme knucklehead was a
total lost cause. Enough to make me want to walk out the doors, smoke
and drink. I couldn't though, one more task to complete, much more
important to the business and team. No matter, at least its almost
Friday.