When I fly to Brussels, I want a real-live human flying the plane

Air Travel – Salon.com.

The date on my driver’s license says it. And so do the one or two little gray hairs popping up on my head. Even though I’m 37, there are times, plenty as a matter of fact, that I don’t feel like it. Mind you, I don’t feel older–in fact, I feel younger than that. I feel like I can (still) accomplish some things for myself and for others. And yes, still have fun at the same time. And still keep a child-like wonder. Here’s to not feeling my age. And here’s to more of it.

I don’t admire Paulo Coelho, I love him. To ask people who hate you to comment on your blog? Brilliant. And cleansing, for those who hate him, and maybe for himself.

Por que odeio Paulo Coelho/ Why I hate Paulo Coelho at Paulo Coelho’s Blog.

The setting for this link is odd, yes, but the article on three great introvert traits and Issac Newton is a must-read.

Office Chairs Online » Would you Hire Sir Isaac Newton, the Introvert?.

The late-evening edition…

It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

— William Faulkner

Watch the Yankees win Game 6 of the World Series–in three minutes. A great video montage…

Showcase: 12,000-Faceted Diamond – Lens Blog – NYTimes.com.

The best way out « “You Quoted” – Motivational, Inspirational, Famous Quotes.

Being an introvert, and having lived in rainy Brussels, I really liked this cartoon…

Meet The Introverts » Archive » Rain And The Introverts.

Two thoughts this morning, both sort of related.

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I was reading a story about a guy who broke out of jail using only a flip-flop. Go figure. I’m not advocating mass jailbreaks, but here’s an idea–we are sometimes in jails of our own making, that we know we should get out of. Maybe we’ll be inventive enough to use a flip-flop to escape. Maybe it won’t take that much.

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Even if you never travel the globe, and visit some far-off land, don’t keep your world small.

I’ve been there, and high school’s a rough time for most anybody, especially an introvert.

Hated For Who I Am… : I Am An Introvert Story & Experience.

Yours truly fancies himself a writer, and remains an INTJ.

Are all writers introverts? Are you? Take the Jung typology test and find out! « Julie Lomoe’s Musings Mysterioso.

This guy must love that class to pull off that commute. Makes my one-hour commute seem like a milk run.

Obscure Store and Reading Room: Oklahoma man drives 1,680 miles every week for improv class.

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts, and feelings, as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. The striving to free oneself from this delusion is the one issue of true religion. Not to nourish the delusion but to try to overcome it is the way to reach the attainable measure of peace of mind.”–Albert Einstein

(hat tip, which is a really interesting program featuring a Buddhist monk who used to be a cellular biologist–”the happiest man in the world”)

It’s strange–kind of–when you dream about something, a minor thing really, and it ends up coming true in your waking life. It’s as if your subconscious is giving you a preview of coming attractions. But are you smart enough to realize what you are seeing? Ah, questions, questions…

Being a Dallas Cowboys fan, it’s ingrained that you’re to hate the Washington Redskins. But, there are three guys connected with that team who I respect: Art Monk, the receiver (it took too long for him to get into the Hall of Fame); Joe Gibbs, and John Riggins. And I knew there was something about Riggins that I liked. A friend says of him, “John’s an introvert.” You’d never guess from the he way he spouts off on YouTube, or rips into the Redskins’ owner. But it makes sense.

WashingtonPost.

Here is a fantastic video by John Cleese on how to cultivate the creative mind–it’s really simple once you think about it…

(hat tip)

If dreams aren’t (just?) a way to work through problems, but a way for the brain to stay warm through the night, what about the bridge dream I had last night?

Mind – Dreams as Anticipation for the State of Being Awake – NYTimes.com.

There I was on a beautiful Saturday afternoon driving along, when it ht me:

I don’t need anything. Spiritually or materially. Wants, yes of course. But that’s what I to drive and motivate me, the wants. The needs seems to hod me down, as if I have to do them. There’s a since of freedom in wants, sort of like walking through a buffet and choosing your vittles–being in a position of having choices instead of being forced. There’s a lightness in wants, and not a heaviness in needs.

To me, at least.

The sad part is, I’ll forget this at some point.

The great part is, I’ll remember this at some point.

But now, what do I do with the (re)discovered epiphany?

Have you ever been doing something small, nothing of real consequence, and then you get hit with an epiphany? I did this weekend. It was like walking through the looking glass. Both liberating and scary at the same time. Details coming later–I’m still processing it.

Here’s a reason why New Jersey isn’t half-bad. The sun is setting over a beautiful, unusually warm fall day, and the Canada geese that winter here in central Jersey are arriving, and they are making such a cacophony to herald their coming, and the coming of the night. It’s a wonderful noise.

The Warrior knows the value of persistence and of courage.

–Paulo Coelho

Not sure what this one’s gonna go…

lots of complaints today about the yankees “buying” a world series title–total bunk. you can have all the money in the world, and still not have a damn bit of common sense. the old saw of money not buying happiness is true. knowing what you’re doing counts more than your bank account.

i was wondering if i was holding out to something, unable to “move on,” and the answer keeps bouncing back, no. this ol’ heart of mine, as the song goes, remains the same as it ever was.

i was wondering was i being stubborn about things. no, i feel like i’m on the right course. i don’t want to be arrogant about things. arrogance to me is not being awake.

i’m listening to the live version of “spanish moon” by little feat. awesome guitar in it.

sometimes i say to myself, i need to meditate more. then i go, well, just meditate where you are. sometimes things in life are really that simple.

i don’t worry about being a writer writer here, right now.

i was thinking the other day–what i have or don’t have, doesn’t define me. i am whole, as i am, right now. (i’m not saying can’t improve–i certainly can.) why do we give up our wholeness? isn’t that–shouldn’t that–be sacred? why do others want us to be less whole? what is the problem? how can we be of true service to others if we are not whole ourselves? explain it to be because i don’t get it. i am whole, right now. a car, a house, a girlfriend, an iphone–none of those makes me whole. that falls on my shoulders. there is so much that i am capable of being. and being whole is part and parcel on that.

chehaw says all of the above with a smile on his face.

can i be a friend from far away, carry someone in my heart through the silence? certainly can. certainly am.

writing is meditation. living is meditation.

The Warrior tries to enjoy the small everyday things of life. [Like World Series wins]

–Paulo Coelho

A Warrior knows that a great dream is made up of many different things, just as the light from the sun is the sum of its millions of rays.

As Coehlo is this Rumi poem…

Sunlight: [Sunlight] Pride and humility.

Right here, but it bears repeating–alone and lonely aren’t the same thing. The lonely/alone continuum always trips people up. You be lying next to someone, and still feel marooned on another planet, or sitting on the beach looking at the ocean by yourself, and feel free and alive.

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be.

- Ellen Burstyn

A Warrior knows that everything a person does has enduring consequences.

–Paulo Coelho

Warrior of the Light edition…

Like the fighter, the Warrior of Light is aware of his or her immense strength, and will never fight with anyone who does not deserve the honor of combat.
–Paulo Coelho

I’m reading (again) Paulo Coelho’s Warrior of the Light: A Manual. I’m trying to pluck out some of the best parts that resonate with me, and I’ll try to post a few…

Sometimes, we have a tendency to want to be so much like everyone else, that was forget who we as individuals are. Why are we so scared of being alone? I’m not knocking the comforts of a group, but can we keep our identity while a part of that group?

“I am myself, and if I have to hit my head against a brick wall to remain true to myself, I will do it.” –Marlon Brando (with whom I share a birthday)

Unless you were sitting in it…

Bridge parts couldn’t take the wind.

DREAMER: Age of Introverts.

“Cultivation to the mind is as necessary as food to the body.”
- Cicero

From the surprise, surprise department…

And I can be as guilty of this as anybody else…

Our Brains are Wired for Hypocrisy – Begley | Newsweek Voices – Sharon Begley | Newsweek.com.

Before I read this story, I had no clue who this guy was. But I’m glad he did what he did. If not, the likelihood of any of us being here would be very small. And it points to what I’ve been saying all year.

Happy Arkhipov Day, Everybody | David Berreby | Big Think.

“The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.”–Plutarch

I had a friend in Brussels who once said she was empty inside. And, meeting her for the first time, you’d think she was lying. Beautiful, outgoing, with a definite air of class to her. But in a quiet moment, she said that what I was seeing, wasn’t really there.

It’s a naive question to ask, perhaps, but how is it possible for anyone to be empty inside? Maybe I’m projecting myself out on others, because I seem to have a constant conversation going in me. What happens to us to make us empty? If I had to guess, it would be the quest for love.

It’s often said that the most important person we love is ourselves. We have, then, a constant responsibility to cultivate that our love of ourselves, so that we can love others. What good is it for you to love someone else if you can’t do the same for yourself? It seems selfish, but it really isn’t–What foundation of love with somebody are you tricking yourself into if you don’t have that foundation within yourself? To love yourself, you yourself have to see the dignity and respect inherent in you. Someone else can point the way, but that someone doesn’t have your eyes.

We want love to be this grand, glorious, mysterious, beautiful, romantic thing. And I’m down with that. But there’s a responsibility, too. We have a responsibility to give to ourselves what we want (and sometimes demand) from others.

Love ain’t all flowers and chocolate and 300-thread count sheets. It involves some work. And the most important work is done within you.

Real Love is not based on attachment, but on altruism. In this case, your compassion will remain as a humane response to suffering as long as beings continue to suffer.

- His Holiness the Dalai Lama

Oh, this is a deep one. It challenges our notions of what love truly is…

I went to the Jersey Shore yesterday morning, and made a little video podcast–something I hadn’t done in a while. The quality’s not the best, but the sentiment and the roar of the ocean are there.

I named my blog Never Too Late because I really believe that it’s true for me. I’ve been a late starter/late bloomer. Starting out well has never been a strong suit. I stumble, fall down, skin a knee. Then, comes the decision point–do I stay down, or get up? Invariably I get up, dust myself off and keep rolling. A good friend says I’m persistent, and it’s true. I don’t give up easily, though from afar it looks like I should. People tell me don’t get my hopes up, you won’t get what you want. Even without knowing it explicitly, I believe in the long game–in the end, you will be where you want. Of course, that means there will be suffering involved. Being human, it’s hard to come to terms with this, but it’s simply a fact. The thing is not to be held captive by it, but embrace it. As I quoted Winston Churchill two years ago, “If you’re going through hell, keep going.” I think we get into trouble by attaching too much significance to what we have and what we lack–cars, homes, lifepartners, trinkets, baubles. Who we are as humans, as ourselves, is key. Are we whole? Can we contribute to our communities, society, our friends and families? I don’t want to come off as some soulless, joyless, stoic, robotic lump.

The Adventurous Introvert: Introversion Is Not a Disease.

Pick up a college newspaper, and you’ll find some very good writing. Not everything is a masterpiece, but budding writers get a bigger platform to show their thoughts and skills. This, to me, shows some of that burgeoning thinking. He made a good points about how we seem to be turning ourselves into commodities, bits and pieces to be bought, sold, used. And, I liked his third point–that we’ve sacrificed our dignity in a constant race for attention and love. When will we learn that what we race around begging other people for, we already have in ourselves.

Caterwauling extroverts in a public age | The State Press – An independent daily serving Arizona State University.

I’m a slow eater. Maybe that’s a product of me being from the southern U.S., where we take our time and enjoy our our food. The other night, as I was eating a burger and fries, I noticed the texture and warmth of the medium-cooked burger, the crisp crunch of the bacon, the tanginess of the mustard, the juiciness of the tomato.

A couple of years ago I learned about mindful eating, and how you should pay attention to not only what you eat, how you eat, and the different tastes and textures you ingest. What are you putting into your body? Is it fuel for you?

The one thing that mindful eating does is it forces you to slow down and think–think about your food, where it comes from, what it is doing for you.

That notion, I think, is extendable into your mind and your soul. What are you putting into your mind and your soul? Where is it coming from? Is it good for you? Are you thinking about what you are doing?

The way you eat should mirror the way you act–slow, thoughtful, considerate, aware, present.

Think about that the next time you order a burger.

This, I find funny, not like the Colorado balloon episode.

AFP: Sunderland burst Liverpool’s title balloon.

Have we become so desperate, so needy, so starved for attention these days, that we are risking children, livelihoods and freedom for fleeting moments of fame? Is it all worth it?

The Balloon Boy Story: Suffering Exemplified – One City: A Buddhist Blog for Everyone.

“Lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself.”

-Michel de Montaigne

I touched on it before, but it’s good to point out again because there is a life lesson hiding in plain sight in the owner’s suite. It doesn’t matter if you bench the quarterback, fire the head coach, fire the general manager. If the man who owns the team can’t look in the mirror and say that he needs to change before the team gets better, well, the team will never succeed.

Looking in the mirror at the well of roiling humanity that is you is never easy. And you’ll have to do it many times in your life’s journey. But lashing out at others and trying to get somebody else to do for you what you need to do for yourself will never get you anywhere. Sometimes the bravest you need to be is with yourself. You can’t hide from you.

We have a tendency to want silver bullets. If I have this car/house/job/relationship/these clothes my life is complete. Your life is a project, one that is never really complete. You are a work-in-progress. Sometimes the work is slow, and there are no fireworks. But you know what? That’s when the good rooting, foundational work takes hold.

DailyOM – Becoming a Better Person.