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Tuesday, 03 November 2009

Strange hours to blog

Now that during the day it is very difficult to get on the Wifi, I will have to get on the computer on off hours. I will either have to investigate getting internet by other channels or continue to blog off hours.

Things has been busier and I also work long hours again. Fortunately I told my boss to let me nap because unless he pays me more, allowing me to nap is mandatory otherwise I would demand a raise.

Last night I was not on the computer but started to inventory all my Palm devices. Charging them up and testing some of them takes a lot of work. I also made sure that the mp3 portions of some of the devices works.

If you want to view more pumpkins go the the October 30. 2009 section of this link:
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Sunday, 01 November 2009

Post Halloween Pictures

This morning I hurried and went out to see if anyone was hit by tricks during Halloween. I saw one home with their bowl of candy for trick or treaters still filled and waiting after Halloween was over!

I also saw a pumpkin in which the people were too lazy to carve a face.

Hmm, I was typing out my blog as I was waiting to upload the pictures. I got tired of waiting for the "color wheel" to finish and will try to upload the pictures again when I finish writing.

Friday, 30 October 2009

Sympathy the definition

Sympathy

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For other uses, see Sympathy (disambiguation).

Look up sympathy in Wiktionary, the free dictionary.

Sympathy is a social affinity in which one person stands with another person, closely understanding his or her feelings. It also can mean being affected by feelings or emotions. Thus the essence of sympathy is that one has a strong concern for the other person. Sympathy exists when the feelings or emotions of one person are deeply understood and appreciated by another person.

The psychological state of sympathy is closely linked with that of compassion, empathy and empathic concern. Although empathy and sympathy are often used interchangeably, a subtle variation in ordinary usage can be detected. To empathize is to respond to another's perceived emotional state by experiencing feelings of a similar sort.^[1] Sympathy not only includes empathizing (but not always), but also entails having a positive regard or a non- fleeting concern for the other person.^[2]

In common usage, sympathy is usually making known one's understanding of another's unhappiness or suffering, especially when it is grief.

Sympathy can also refer to being aware of other (positive) emotions as well.

In a broader sense, it can refer to the sharing of political or ideological sentiments, such as in the phrase "a communist sympathizer".

The word derives from the Greek συμπάθεια (sympatheia)^[3], from σύν (syn) "together" and πάθος (pathos) "passion", in this case "suffering" (from πάσχω - pascho, "to be affected by, to suffer").

Monday, 26 October 2009

I am an almost proud Father

My father was at times a poor role model. He started out as a butcher (a job that is not good in the karma department for Buddhists) and fortunately he left that job (Long story short after he quit a customer came into the store looking for the owner and shot the butcher instead). My father was a great marksman so that's why he was a tailgunner in the airforce in World War 2.

Instead of a butcher he was a machinist too. So when they opened the plumber's apprentist program to Chinese, he became the first Chinese plumber in Los Angeles. My father in his spare time was a hunter with his other partners in the plumbing shop that they started but he never took his sons out for hunting.

Oh my father did drag his family to get togethers that was a front for his mah jong and gambling habit. At Stanley's house I got introduced to comics while my father played Mah jong. My father got to gamble on Sundays and my mother got to get her sons to Church on Sundays.

So that was my role model

I certainly wanted to play a larger role as a father than how my father played his role. But things kinda follow, or the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I got married a year after I met my wife at a dance. Hurried marriages can be a mistake and yes our marriage was a bit timultuous. She preferred being close to her family and our living arrangements had us living several blocks away from my parents. Video games was the rage and I spent a lot of time with the video machines.

However we did quite a bit of traveling. We went to San Francisco to see her old lover....but the stops in between were nice because her Church members are scattered around California.

Fortunately the first birth of our daughter S was covered by Kaiser even though she quit her old Job to go to Japan. She returned from Japan in her 6 months pregnancy and delivered S two hours before Christmas.

Our second daughter's birth was supposed to be by Midwife. Well the second daughter beat the midwife and after I handed the baby to my wife, I answered the door to let the Midwife in.

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After all that I failed to be a good father. My daughters are all grown up, finished college and don't talk to dad.
Sorry but that is the short version of my story.
The bad blogger

Lately I have been busy working so I suppose I have a good excuse for saying I was too busy to blog.

One boss, the Irish one went to San Jose to do a job. He flew by plane and took his other helper for a "ten day" Job. I don't know if he will take ten days to do it but he also wanted me to keep his wife and MIL company and straighten things up. Most likely I will be working with my other boss and will not have time to straighten his stuff out.

The Armenian boss has had me help him pull wire thru a pipe up to 800 feet. Fortunately we had a machine to help us pull the wire and pulleys to get the right angle to pull. (Too bad we don't have the foot pedal actuator) Sometimes we have no string in the pipe and have to use a vacuum cleaner to suck a line into the pipe. One pipe is clogged or broken and we sucked up some dirt. We may have to get an electric snake to clean the line.
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Sunday: My day off.

I did some traveling and decided to see a Dollar tree store. I was disappointed there was the same stuff there as a 99 cent store. I also went to a Big Lots store But they had nothing that I was interested in buying either.

I also talked to another neighbor named Rudy. He was telling me how his brother has fallen into alcoholism. It is a shame his mother no longer tells him about his brother because he used to look up to his brother. When an alcoholic turns 50 that is when they most likely die. So far they have called the ambulance for him several times. It is only a matter of time before he kills himself on alcohol.