Monday 10.5
Ana home from hospital 11:46
11:47 --> 12:20 Eating (Nursing)
Today I start this journal for mommy and Sara. Today Ana is officially released from the hospital. They came home on the sixth, but if the doctor had his way it would have been today. Lucky He didn't for NATO bombed the hospital on the seventh at the time when Ana and I would be walking around. Anyways this journal has started and we'll see how it develops!
12:20 --> 12:21 Sara Dreaming
12:21 --> 12:27 Dad burping (no burp)
12:27 --> 12:42 Sara sleeping
12:42 --> Our wonderful daughter enters her third week and seems to be sleeping once again after seeing mommy for a second
Friday, June 25, 2010
Rain Falls
When you watch it go down
And at the end of the ride
Things seem better left unsaid
The end of my conversation
And the beginning our discussion
Watch the rain fall
See the stars die
Turn off for awhile your light
And look awhile another?
Live the rain falls
There is no time to the end
Not yet here
The seeds have been scattered
So you pick your times
They have not need wasted
When glanced a second time
The first philosophies seem
to have forgot about they're
Children and their Children
Your mind grows up with your body
And together learn only end
The road has its own ideal road
For you to find if only half the time
For then it doesn't matter
You are there and it's ok
Nothing to maintain or defend
None of your worries of concern
No one to blame
Nothing and No one to fault
These times your way is straight
For when you are small the
heart holds your will to live
The brain and you intellect
they all talk about, can do nothing
for her will is gods love
The only perfection we have
Everything else is an adaptation
And at the end of the ride
Things seem better left unsaid
The end of my conversation
And the beginning our discussion
Watch the rain fall
See the stars die
Turn off for awhile your light
And look awhile another?
Live the rain falls
There is no time to the end
Not yet here
The seeds have been scattered
So you pick your times
They have not need wasted
When glanced a second time
The first philosophies seem
to have forgot about they're
Children and their Children
Your mind grows up with your body
And together learn only end
The road has its own ideal road
For you to find if only half the time
For then it doesn't matter
You are there and it's ok
Nothing to maintain or defend
None of your worries of concern
No one to blame
Nothing and No one to fault
These times your way is straight
For when you are small the
heart holds your will to live
The brain and you intellect
they all talk about, can do nothing
for her will is gods love
The only perfection we have
Everything else is an adaptation
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Simple
Simple is happy. Happy is simple. Complex is chaos. Chaos has order. Order is simple. Simple is happy.
When I came round it was still the war on poverty
Now for my children the war on terror
There is order poverty cold terror
Complex chaos builds institutions across generations
It was a war on relative poverty
It is a war on relative terror
We believed the cold war was important
We lost our threads of humanity
My grandma died in the cold war
They had to build weapons it was our priority
We now know the treatment that was required
They had time but were not given the resources
Order has priorities
There are new secrets every day
New research say people 50 are the happiest
Same research has no idea why
These are relative statistics
but there is no war in them
Poverty is there to guide us, not to go with to war
Terror to comfort, a simple hard truth
Simple is happy
happy simple
Lyndon wished war an answer
but war is fog chaos
Complex is chaos
Chaos has order, we make truth hard
Don't need to solve the problems of the world
The world we have
The jobs we don't want we can usually do the best
What we know best we always see the flaws
If we didn't see the flaws we are like so much locust
There are flaws in all our structures we only know and love so many
We have no idea what we are looking at most of the time
My guess is at 50 most people get some idea they do for awhile
We seem to peak
That is to be avoided and an order
When I came round it was still the war on poverty
Now for my children the war on terror
There is order poverty cold terror
Complex chaos builds institutions across generations
It was a war on relative poverty
It is a war on relative terror
We believed the cold war was important
We lost our threads of humanity
My grandma died in the cold war
They had to build weapons it was our priority
We now know the treatment that was required
They had time but were not given the resources
Order has priorities
There are new secrets every day
New research say people 50 are the happiest
Same research has no idea why
These are relative statistics
but there is no war in them
Poverty is there to guide us, not to go with to war
Terror to comfort, a simple hard truth
Simple is happy
happy simple
Lyndon wished war an answer
but war is fog chaos
Complex is chaos
Chaos has order, we make truth hard
Don't need to solve the problems of the world
The world we have
The jobs we don't want we can usually do the best
What we know best we always see the flaws
If we didn't see the flaws we are like so much locust
There are flaws in all our structures we only know and love so many
We have no idea what we are looking at most of the time
My guess is at 50 most people get some idea they do for awhile
We seem to peak
That is to be avoided and an order
Monday, March 22, 2010
In regards: Louis Moses Park
The story of Nottingham Village may end as a Village eaten by a city, but a light-rail transportation oriented development (TOD) integrated with railroad museums in Collinwood and Nottingham could be a new chapter.
A vibrant village and stronger neighborhood will make the city better. That is one of those answers up on the shelf gathering dust; Ohio City and the Warehouse district are example of history coming to life in Cleveland.
I believe there should be a park in honor of Louis Moses at St. Clair and Nottingham Road tied to a Main Street TOD.
Mr. Moses, the son of Mary Dille and Augustus Moses (a real estate pioneer), was one of the most successful and respected developers in Nottingham Village up through 1917. The City owns land along Euclid Creek and could use the initiative to help with phase III storm water control.
In 1912, Louis Moses served as the secretary for the Cuyahoga Park Board; among the first of four community leaders appointed. He was instrumental in the formal creation of the park system and specifically in the protection of the Euclid Creek Reservation, which he envisioned as much larger.
In 1917, Louis Moses bought stock in the Land Title Abstract and Trust company. By 1918, he was a member of the board; in 1919, he was president. In 1932, the name was changed to the Land Title Guarantee and Trust Company and it was the largest title insurance company in Ohio. Louis Moses would remain president until his death in 1952.
In 1917, with the passage of the Park District Act and creation of the Cleveland Metro parks Mr. Moses was one of the first three appointed to the board. Through 1928, he served as the Vice President of the board and was elected president in 1929; leaving in 1930 due to business pressures during the great depression. He later served again as Vice President from 1937 through 1939.
"It does not fall to the lot of many men to be present at the birth of an idea, to nurture that idea, and over many years to protect it and to guide it and give intelligent direction to its growth. Not many reap the satisfactions which come to one who realizes that he, thru sacrifices of time and effort, has made contributions which have made his community a better place for all citizens to live in. Such must have been the satisfaction which came to Louis A. Moses as viewed the progressive development of Cleveland Metropolitan Park System." 1
"Whereas, it was the good fortune of the community that in addition to his business acumen and the development of his own interests he was able to devote so much of his time to building up the great Metropolitan Park System. His expert knowledge of land values was of immeasurable benefit in laying out that park system. In his careful concern with the city’s needs he helped materially to build the network of parks into one of the country’s finest. The park system was only a portion of his interest, for he identified himself with all worthy movements that would advance this city towards its commercial and cultural objectives. Builders of vision such as Mr. Moses are too rare. His dedication has left in the Metropolitan Park System a lasting memorial." 2
Historical Preservation can be the vital tool to help this neighborhood of Cleveland. Nottingham’s future is connected with both North and South Collinwood as city planners currently divide the neighborhood. The division is a practical matter due to the freeway dividing the neighborhood and the key issue a TOD could address by creating a new focal point.
To the west is the historic five-point’s commercial district and to the east is the old world section of East 185th. Connecting the history and the historic neighborhoods offers a wealth of opportunity; all that is required is more research, desire and the will of the community.
1 Cleveland Metropolitan Park District, Cleveland Ohio. Resolution 2787 passed at the news of Louis Moses’ death in 1952.
2 Cleveland City Council, Resolution No. 668-52; April 9, 1952
A vibrant village and stronger neighborhood will make the city better. That is one of those answers up on the shelf gathering dust; Ohio City and the Warehouse district are example of history coming to life in Cleveland.
I believe there should be a park in honor of Louis Moses at St. Clair and Nottingham Road tied to a Main Street TOD.
Mr. Moses, the son of Mary Dille and Augustus Moses (a real estate pioneer), was one of the most successful and respected developers in Nottingham Village up through 1917. The City owns land along Euclid Creek and could use the initiative to help with phase III storm water control.
In 1912, Louis Moses served as the secretary for the Cuyahoga Park Board; among the first of four community leaders appointed. He was instrumental in the formal creation of the park system and specifically in the protection of the Euclid Creek Reservation, which he envisioned as much larger.
In 1917, Louis Moses bought stock in the Land Title Abstract and Trust company. By 1918, he was a member of the board; in 1919, he was president. In 1932, the name was changed to the Land Title Guarantee and Trust Company and it was the largest title insurance company in Ohio. Louis Moses would remain president until his death in 1952.
In 1917, with the passage of the Park District Act and creation of the Cleveland Metro parks Mr. Moses was one of the first three appointed to the board. Through 1928, he served as the Vice President of the board and was elected president in 1929; leaving in 1930 due to business pressures during the great depression. He later served again as Vice President from 1937 through 1939.
"It does not fall to the lot of many men to be present at the birth of an idea, to nurture that idea, and over many years to protect it and to guide it and give intelligent direction to its growth. Not many reap the satisfactions which come to one who realizes that he, thru sacrifices of time and effort, has made contributions which have made his community a better place for all citizens to live in. Such must have been the satisfaction which came to Louis A. Moses as viewed the progressive development of Cleveland Metropolitan Park System." 1
"Whereas, it was the good fortune of the community that in addition to his business acumen and the development of his own interests he was able to devote so much of his time to building up the great Metropolitan Park System. His expert knowledge of land values was of immeasurable benefit in laying out that park system. In his careful concern with the city’s needs he helped materially to build the network of parks into one of the country’s finest. The park system was only a portion of his interest, for he identified himself with all worthy movements that would advance this city towards its commercial and cultural objectives. Builders of vision such as Mr. Moses are too rare. His dedication has left in the Metropolitan Park System a lasting memorial." 2
Historical Preservation can be the vital tool to help this neighborhood of Cleveland. Nottingham’s future is connected with both North and South Collinwood as city planners currently divide the neighborhood. The division is a practical matter due to the freeway dividing the neighborhood and the key issue a TOD could address by creating a new focal point.
To the west is the historic five-point’s commercial district and to the east is the old world section of East 185th. Connecting the history and the historic neighborhoods offers a wealth of opportunity; all that is required is more research, desire and the will of the community.
1 Cleveland Metropolitan Park District, Cleveland Ohio. Resolution 2787 passed at the news of Louis Moses’ death in 1952.
2 Cleveland City Council, Resolution No. 668-52; April 9, 1952
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Florida 1992
If I told you I never know fear
Would you introduce me to reality
If I told you I know fear too well
Would you introduce me to a dream
When I know my dreams up close
No sense that what couldn't be
Only the facts of existence apparent
Then life is like singing in a field alone
If my dreams don't come this night
It is harder still to remember last night
Only the facts of creation apparent
Then life is like swimming in clothing
When I meet my dreams up close
They never surprise me with possibility
Even today nothing surprise me with ease
Now life is like singing in an Ocean
My life my dreams flow together to peace
Singing in the ocean creation for its own sake
When ever I look for another world
I always find it in the Atlantic
Swimming there the name seems so much
I wonder what's the value in a wave
Thinking and dreaming of salt water not
Just salt water but Atlantic salt water
I am there in my soul in an instant
By car it is an hour away still
When ever I enter another world today
Swimming out from shore seems so important
I wonder what's the value in a wave
Swimming in to the shore seems so arbitrary
I wonder what's the value in a wave
Five thousand birds flew across my path
Walking to a place I needed to be
I stop and look up still they continue
In awe I'll search for an end in eternity
Each was one but none were greater
There place was new to only my eyes
How they knew so well to go I must share
Five thousand birds flew across my path
Not a day in a thousand does that occur to me
There seemed to be no thought to travel alone
All went forward and found time still for around
How they went in all directions and only forward
Five thousand birds flew across my path
I stop and look up and follow in my mind
There seemed no end no beginning just now
That last wings by like all will too fast
I hold a piece of divinity in me
It is where I started and too end
I feel it and never needed to see
Even when I'm not sure where I'll be
I could die in her arms of tomorrow
I see a hundred sunrises in her eyes
Two together that could have just passed
With a hundred possible lives to lead
Even then someone waits for me to win
Nothing is what I'll let slip through my hands
Storms I've created swell all around me
I'll rise through life everything is possible
By my last breath I will know that now
I will die and I know storms can't win
They are me and you are we
Would you introduce me to reality
If I told you I know fear too well
Would you introduce me to a dream
When I know my dreams up close
No sense that what couldn't be
Only the facts of existence apparent
Then life is like singing in a field alone
If my dreams don't come this night
It is harder still to remember last night
Only the facts of creation apparent
Then life is like swimming in clothing
When I meet my dreams up close
They never surprise me with possibility
Even today nothing surprise me with ease
Now life is like singing in an Ocean
My life my dreams flow together to peace
Singing in the ocean creation for its own sake
When ever I look for another world
I always find it in the Atlantic
Swimming there the name seems so much
I wonder what's the value in a wave
Thinking and dreaming of salt water not
Just salt water but Atlantic salt water
I am there in my soul in an instant
By car it is an hour away still
When ever I enter another world today
Swimming out from shore seems so important
I wonder what's the value in a wave
Swimming in to the shore seems so arbitrary
I wonder what's the value in a wave
Five thousand birds flew across my path
Walking to a place I needed to be
I stop and look up still they continue
In awe I'll search for an end in eternity
Each was one but none were greater
There place was new to only my eyes
How they knew so well to go I must share
Five thousand birds flew across my path
Not a day in a thousand does that occur to me
There seemed to be no thought to travel alone
All went forward and found time still for around
How they went in all directions and only forward
Five thousand birds flew across my path
I stop and look up and follow in my mind
There seemed no end no beginning just now
That last wings by like all will too fast
I hold a piece of divinity in me
It is where I started and too end
I feel it and never needed to see
Even when I'm not sure where I'll be
I could die in her arms of tomorrow
I see a hundred sunrises in her eyes
Two together that could have just passed
With a hundred possible lives to lead
Even then someone waits for me to win
Nothing is what I'll let slip through my hands
Storms I've created swell all around me
I'll rise through life everything is possible
By my last breath I will know that now
I will die and I know storms can't win
They are me and you are we
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Guilded Cage
This moment in ink
A smile on a page
Forever in a pen stroke
And now down once more
As amazed as am I
Captured by this creature
Couldn't imagine that I
Why would it ever imagine I
There is no then here
There is no when here
This moment in ink
Time's guilded cage
That I could imagine
And yet never quite know
Life came along we can agree
But can you imagine
It's more than you know
Man and woman living and dead
Dancing evolution intermingled charm
And the atom's whimsical heart
There from the start
With this task of you
There was too much to do
You are amazing it's true
And so now your almost aware
Now with this task of yours
Here at the start once more
There is so much to do
Who would not like to quit
From there to here to there
There is no chance for us
We could not complete
And yet there it is
Where we shall be
To find the way
Imagine your surprise
How quiet is it
Soft as the morning sun
How loud is it
Harsh as the hurricane
Love love fifteen races long
Everybody's got to be real
Only way to know how to feel
No limit can be defined
Till the heart have you mined
Tree don't care who finds the shade
Don't care how you got it made
All this and more at hand
People finding all over the land
Comforted counseled but not done
The mystery will give you some
Traveling light being the idea
What is the proper weight
How long should I wait
Will this come along
A word it is to live
There's no history in love
And the same no future
Could you conceive
Life no day at a time
Well before you'd blink
I know a story
All about me and what I am
I tell you lend a hand
That's all there is to me
Everything I am
Love
Not hard
Or easy
Far
Or near
All
The way
To Go
Right here
Will
You feel
Love
As
If it were your own
To hold
And to lose
In your
Grasp
And
Through
Your fingers
Strain
And
Soul
Would smile
To
See
Or
Know what it
is
You
Hold
Even as
you lose
Limbs that catch the breeze
That whisper to my soul
Of all that could be
And everything we shall overcome
In wonder I first am lost
Then stranded upon certainty
To be lost again in reality
And I look to pay the cost
In a fine summer's day
Arriving from the cold
It was not long
Shall not be to long
To be found
And yet not find
To now listen
And yet not hear
Limbs catch that breeze
In whispers to my soul
Love
Would it come to me in a dream
Or upon her lips
Could it now be done with...
I see has just begun
You see I might be lost
I could even be wrong
And you know at times I'll be
But there's this one thing
I am standing in this field
Lost I'll be right here
Wrong I'll still be there
Found the field wouldn't mind at all
In love I stand
Love is in the arms
I am not saying that it makes sense
Just that it would be cool
If it did
"Know then," said he, "that existence is a theory." Etidorhpa
This is know as following the always so. ttc
A smile on a page
Forever in a pen stroke
And now down once more
As amazed as am I
Captured by this creature
Couldn't imagine that I
Why would it ever imagine I
There is no then here
There is no when here
This moment in ink
Time's guilded cage
That I could imagine
And yet never quite know
Life came along we can agree
But can you imagine
It's more than you know
Man and woman living and dead
Dancing evolution intermingled charm
And the atom's whimsical heart
There from the start
With this task of you
There was too much to do
You are amazing it's true
And so now your almost aware
Now with this task of yours
Here at the start once more
There is so much to do
Who would not like to quit
From there to here to there
There is no chance for us
We could not complete
And yet there it is
Where we shall be
To find the way
Imagine your surprise
How quiet is it
Soft as the morning sun
How loud is it
Harsh as the hurricane
Love love fifteen races long
Everybody's got to be real
Only way to know how to feel
No limit can be defined
Till the heart have you mined
Tree don't care who finds the shade
Don't care how you got it made
All this and more at hand
People finding all over the land
Comforted counseled but not done
The mystery will give you some
Traveling light being the idea
What is the proper weight
How long should I wait
Will this come along
A word it is to live
There's no history in love
And the same no future
Could you conceive
Life no day at a time
Well before you'd blink
I know a story
All about me and what I am
I tell you lend a hand
That's all there is to me
Everything I am
Love
Not hard
Or easy
Far
Or near
All
The way
To Go
Right here
Will
You feel
Love
As
If it were your own
To hold
And to lose
In your
Grasp
And
Through
Your fingers
Strain
And
Soul
Would smile
To
See
Or
Know what it
is
You
Hold
Even as
you lose
Limbs that catch the breeze
That whisper to my soul
Of all that could be
And everything we shall overcome
In wonder I first am lost
Then stranded upon certainty
To be lost again in reality
And I look to pay the cost
In a fine summer's day
Arriving from the cold
It was not long
Shall not be to long
To be found
And yet not find
To now listen
And yet not hear
Limbs catch that breeze
In whispers to my soul
Love
Would it come to me in a dream
Or upon her lips
Could it now be done with...
I see has just begun
You see I might be lost
I could even be wrong
And you know at times I'll be
But there's this one thing
I am standing in this field
Lost I'll be right here
Wrong I'll still be there
Found the field wouldn't mind at all
In love I stand
Love is in the arms
I am not saying that it makes sense
Just that it would be cool
If it did
"Know then," said he, "that existence is a theory." Etidorhpa
This is know as following the always so. ttc
Reason
Not a bad world
For a start
Not a bad day
To begin
Out of the door
Live around
Know what I say
Say what I may
Out of my mouth
Perhaps to your ears
Just to ease those fears
What's the worse
Came far along
If we lose
What waste of a universe
Maybe there's no sense
Why'd the world go to the trouble
Of need you and me together?
For a start
Not a bad day
To begin
Out of the door
Live around
Know what I say
Say what I may
Out of my mouth
Perhaps to your ears
Just to ease those fears
What's the worse
Came far along
If we lose
What waste of a universe
Maybe there's no sense
Why'd the world go to the trouble
Of need you and me together?
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