Happiness is when what you think, what you say,
and what you do are in harmony.
- Mohandas (Mahatma) Gandhi

The dude know of what he spoke. So go on, get out there, and be happy.

Namaste,

Mati :-)

Every decision you make - every decision - is not a decision about what to do. It’s a decision about Who You Are. When you see this, when you understand it, everything changes. You begin to see life in a new way. All events, occurrences, and situations turn into opportunities to do what you came here to do.
- Neale Donald Walsch

One one hand I am am rather sad that one of my all time favorite bands the New Orleans Radiators are retiring this month and another of my all time favorite bands Widespread Panic is making noises about an extended and indefinite hiatus. I grew up with these bands and will miss shows, tour, and friends. On the other hand, I am looking forward to new music, bands, experiences, festivals etc. I think for my 40's I am going to get back to my 20's but maybe just a wee bit smarter this time on the merry go round. :-)

Peas & Cornbread,

Mati

Go raibh tú daibhir i mí-áidh
Agus saibhir i mbeannachtaí
Go mall ag déanamh namhaid, go luath a déanamh carad,
...Ach saibhir nó daibhir, go mall nó go luath,
Nach raibh ach áthas agat
Ón lá seo amach.

If you've seen a recent post about FB restricting which of your friends show up on your News Feed, it's real. You can't fix it from the iPhone app  or the Droid app. You need to scroll all the way down to the bottom of your News Fees and the iPhone App's News Feed' bottom just displays, "Load more messages".  Maybe that eventually stops, but I couldn't get to the true bottom of my News Feed on the iPhone app.

You need to be on the full site.  You can do by accessing FB on the iPhone's Safari browser if you click "full site" after logging in (you automatically log into the mobile version of the site... need Full). The same goes for the Droid's browser.

From News Feed scroll ALL THE WAY DOWN. Eventually there will be a bottom and an "Edit Options" button. Hit it. You'll find FB has "Show posts from:" set to "Friends and pages you interact with the most".  Change that to "All of your friends and pages" and SAVE.

I for one would like to see all of my friends quips, quotes, stories, funny pictures, anecdotes, and pratfalls.

That is all.

Happy Sunday!

Namaste,

Mati

There once was a man who complained of having no shoes –

until he met another man with no feet.

Think twice before you complain today.

Someone always has it worse off than you. 

Namaste!

Mati :-)

The dry bags were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would drop paddling goodies there;

The children went off to bed without daddling,
Soon their heads were filled with dreams about paddling;

Mamma in her fleece `kerchief and me in my wool cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the water there arose such a splatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what's the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the water looked the whiteness of snow
It shone the luster of mid-day on the sea shore below,

When what to my wondering eyes did reveal
But a great big old kayak and nine mighty seal,

With a spry old paddler, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than orca on course they soon came,
And a whistle he blew and then shouted their name;

"Now Splasher! Now Bracer! Now Eddie and you Flo!
On Rocker On Roller, Curly, Larry and Moe!

To the top of the dock, and up the beach now Haul!
Now Paddle Away! Paddle Away! Paddle Away All!"

Off the beach, to the air and away they did fly,
With beautiful edge turns silhouetted against the night sky.

Up to the house-top on course they now flew,
With a kayak full of toys, and old St. Nicholas too.

In a twinkling, on the roof, there came such a sound,
The sound of a kayak running aground.

As I grimaced at the noise thinking here must be a hole,
Down the chimney came St. Nick, and snapped up with a roll.

He was dressed in a drysuit from his head to his foot,
And the gortex was tarnished with ashes and soot;

With a bundle of toys on his back which did sag,
He looked like an old paddler carrying a heavy dry bag.

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his noise like a cherry,

The beard on his chin was as white as sea foam,
It looked like it needed a brush or a comb;

The stump of a whistle he held tight in his teeth,
The cord from the whistle circled his neck like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a fish called a Jelly.

He was a happy ol' kayaker, a right jolly old salt,
And I laughed when I saw him, It wasn't my fault;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
He gave me the high sign, I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled the dry bags with goodies then turned with a jerk,

Laying a finger aside of his little red nose,
A Brace he did do and up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his kayak, to his team blew the whistle,
And away they all paddled like a water borne missile.

I heard him exclaim, ere he paddled out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

"And may happiness and good health always be yours,"
May you always return, safely back to the shore"

- Terry Gowler - Mount Vernon, WA