Happy Parenting Day!

(originally written 6/23)
Yes, the first thing to come to mind is that officially there isn’t one of these days that I’m aware of. You’ve got mother’s day and father’s day. I think there is a grandparent’s day too. There’s president’s day and july 4th. But all of these are passive. I want to create a day with an action. So, Happy Parenting Day! If you exist, you have a parent. Some are better than others so I would like to celebrate the action, not the title. Continue reading

Additional: Sportsmanshit

brazil pk


Watching the second goal by Brazil in this world cup match was horrible. The ref appears wrong but once again, the lack of honor in sports blazes . You take a dive and even though you know you were wrong you still accept the wrong call and allow it to go forward. If you weren’t sure and you could see on a screen that it was a mistake the ball could be kicked away. Even if that didn’t occur and a player or a coach that saw that it wasn’t a good could have said something. That’s true honor and sportsmanship. Not this BS that happened. American football and most major tennis events (not the French Open because of the clay) have review ability. Maybe it is time for soccer to join this group since some players and other staff can’t be trusted it seems. Tennis I understand because that tiny ball is moving very fast. American football I can see because inches matter sometimes. Maybe soccer can start with major offences like this PK or when the time will stop or even red cards. The quick stops are too fast to really challenge in a sport that doesn’t stop like American football. We are human. We make mistakes. But let the true play hold not the mistake by human choice.

My two pennies.


Trip:Earth:USA:Chicago to Seattle:Journal: Part 3

Day 3:

The stop in Spokane was way larger than expected but that’s hindsight. At one point people were just gone off the station platform so I hustled back inside, not realizing that we still had probably another 20 minutes or so. Eventually I fell asleep to wake up first around 5 then later around 7. A three egg omelet with swiss cheese, heavily salted potatoes and a croissant greeted me for breakfast. Continue reading

Short and sweet movie review: The Lunch Box

As typical this isn’t a mainstream movie but instead what is classified as independent. I usually define mainstream as sex, guns and violence with less thinking needed. I’ve seen independent movies with sex, guns and violence but they seem to more appropriate though. Moving on.

The Lunch Box is set in India. A country I know some about as I’m Indian but still distant from as I was born and raised in the Middle United States of North America or MUSNA. I’m ignoring Alaska and Hawaii for the moment as writing MUSNAWO is a lot longer. That’s the Middle United States of North America with Outliers. Sorta like when Agent Colsen in Iron Man spells out SHIELD until the end, I have yet to come up with a better world-centric acronym. Anyway.

It’s set in India and has to do with a lunch box, hence the title, The Lunch Box. If you’ve never heard about it or read about it, you can google the lunch box delivery service they have set up and that it really was studied for its incredible efficiency at delivering those meals. For this movie, the lunch box makes a wrong turn which helps set up the storyline. Good pacing and good lead characters. I feel a connection to them and believe them and their emotions. Back and forth we learn about each of their lives. One person not dominating over the other. The ending is what cinches this as a great movie and an independent one. It’s unclear. Just enough to drive me into a good crazy wondering about what’s going to happen. I’ve talked this over with others and we each had different ideas on the endings. I love it. I love being able to finish a movie and talk about it and ponder it and let it the unknown become something good to bring people together to talk. I felt similar with Silver Linings Playbook and Place Beyond the Pines. Both also very good movies.

See it (them). Let it sit in the back of you mind stewing and churning. Embrace the unknown and revel in not being spoon fed.