The recent cyclone in Burma has lead me to search more about climate change, which has lead me to the website Treehugger, which has lead me to this page, which has lead me to this map.

The map is created by Alex Tingle, where “users can adjust the sea level in 1 meter increments up to 14 and observe the consequences of the rise for coastal areas around the world.” Made not to alarm, but to inform.

Oddly, I feel somewhat of a relief about the world climate rising up against civilization. Like the Tower of Babel, when men claim more power than we can afford, a higher power puts us back in perspective. The tragedy, and what angers me, is when people suffer the consequences caused by others.

I am reminded of a lady who drives, almost daily, 4 miles away to a Starbucks on a SUV for a latte, because she isn’t content with a perfectly good coffee maker at home. How satirical that she reads the news about global warming in her idling car.

One humanity is real. It’s really real. Not only in the spiritual sense, but in a physical sense; we see it happening right before our eyes.

I define ‘health’ as balanced opposites in constant motion.

For example, the health of a body depends on eating a balanced meal (of alkaline and acid), eating (then the opposite of that ^-^; ), resting and exercising, getting dirty and getting clean, exposing the body to hot and cold, etc. The ‘motion’ comes from doing them every day, every week, every so often, like seasons maintaining a pattern.

The health of a spirit comes from the balance of talking and listening, being curious and being passive, teaching and learning, looking into your self, and looking into others. The motion comes naturally, if balanced, the motion is smooth.

The health of a community depends on a balanced share of power, giving and receiving, conservatives and progressives, women and men, young and old. The motion is the living diversity, always shifting towards a balance.

Yin and Yang

2 couples, 4 friends. 22, 30, 38, 46.

All of us, 8 years apart. Much closer than we imagined. Spent a good Friday night.

Photo credit-Claudecf’s photos / and Club 166 (came upon his blog while searching for the number 8. Thank you for letting me share the photo Joe.)

“Tomorrow’s transportation” created by an 18 year old Canadian, Ben Gulak. (Did my research, it’s really real. Sorry I involve you in some of my gullibilities, like God’s Hands. Not this time.)

And it’s echo (and eco!) friendly.

Came by the famous Brown twins of San Francisco today, dressed to the nine and gleeful as I’ve seen them on magazines. Their bios are achingly sweet.

image from SFgate.com

Something charming about twins, something special. I remember a friend talk about a time she saw twins washing a window, dressed the same, on either side of the glass. She thought she was looking at a mirror.

Cleared out a good patch of forest today, copying documents after documents of assorted numbers. My boss wanted 3 copies of 4 binders for a meeting with a big shot. Munching on a piece of bread for lunch, I occupied two desk-tops, figuring out what goes where under the pressure of a ticking businessman’s wrist watch.

I continued making binders after my boss left for the meeting. I imagined what would happen to the binders that he took, to the big shot, whose ten million dollar home hidden behind planted trees, with his wife and his child, and an attic where he stores boxes of past documents, dusty and forgotten, is sorted through and re-labeled by a young woman for 15 dollars an hour.

Odd feeling, that young woman was me 2 years ago. That big shot is a friend of Tyler’s dad. Wealthy people know each other. With 3 copies of 4 binders in hand, my boss took a leap into that gilded world.

When my boss returned he asked me if I had gone through his list of things to do. I said I was busy making binders, and I hadn’t answered his emails that he sent to me on Sunday. He was disappointed. “How was your meeting?” I asked. “Very good” he said.

2 years ago, I walked out of their garage that lead to the attic. Their garden plants were magnificent, it gave off an exotic air. And their planted trees that surround the house, could mourn all the papers I copied today.

A joint birthday celebration with Kanta and our mutual circle of friends took place in a beatnik inspired couple’s wooden lodging. A surprise awaited, carefully planned by Sachi who contacted my dad months earlier. Never did I expect to see him on their big screen, talking to a crowd of us. How did he manage to upload a video to YouTube? Here’s the message:

Video Message here (sorry, having trouble embedding)

Thanks dad.P.S. I don’t like Dawn of the Dead.

Met a woman on a street with a pet mouse. She’s been caring for it since it was born. Squeeky looked snug in her palm.

My boss took me and two others to a fancy lunch today, to celebrate Secretary’s Day.

“Do you shave your head every day?” one of the girls asked boldly.

We raised our eyebrows, laughed out loud, continued to joke about bald this, bald that, my boss’s face a little red with the unexpected attention to the state of his head.

He’s been an entrepreneur since he was 19, a brilliant mind and a loving spirit. Lucky to be in his company we felt. I tell him about my band, he loves the ol’ rock and roll. I’ve put in his schedule when my band practices are, it pings him on his Blackberry, “leaving for practice?” he makes sure.

Tomorrow is another day, my birthday. Going to see gigs at a local bar. Turning 30. Veering between the past and the present, moving towards a perpetual horizon.

Happy Every Day

(Picasso)