More like the quote of my life. Thanks Mr.Hyams.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

- Nelson Mandela

It’s too easy to judge, too easy to assume.

Open your heart & you will open your mind.

Capture the essence of life.

More insightful things to come…I have handfuls of old, which may be unburied and appear here and there. But I would like to find some fresh insight. I need more time to myself, more time in the day. Or less hobbies, but that option doesn’t make much sense. Is there such a thing as too many hobbies? I’m working on not keeping everything to myself. Share thoughts, ideas, conversations, random inspiration and hopefully encourage conversation, maybe debate, mostly just some sort of deeper human interaction based upon more than the weather.

I don’t do comments, only coffee dates. Haha, that is my quote of the week. Just kidding, I don’t like coffee. But I could always go for a chai latte…Thats actually what scares me most about this internet age, human interaction is fading away. Facebook, MySpace, and iChat are taking over. Comments, comments, comments. I can’t even tell you how good it felt to camp last weekend with no phone and no computer. But really, if you are out there, don’t be afraid to say hi.

I need a new digital camera! I hate posts with no photos. Here is an old holga from Tahoe…I miss it!

Nothing new, just a friendly reminder.

I went to grab my bike out of the garage for a nice afternoon cruise around the lake and it was missing in action. My heart stopped for a minute. I was lost and confused then realized I must have left it outside last night after my ride. I ran outside and around the corner thinking it was gone for sure, and there she was, right where I left her…in front of the garage door. Thanks for not stealing my bike as I left it in our driveway on a fairly busy road all night and day! Won’t happen again…best $20 I have ever spent, and irreplaceable!

Two random events from my bike ride through the neighborhood:

- I almost hit a squirrel on my bike ride,  I thought that was only possible in a car, strange. I’m really, really glad it didn’t happen.

- A little boy tried to race me…we were neck to neck then he disappeared. (not because I hit the NOS button, probably because he was too far from home)

Rule #6451a: Don’t name something before you own it.

That was my lesson for the week. I found this beautiful 1972 Correct Craft Mustang for the right price…took out some money and lined up a hitch so when I went to look at it I could simply take her straight home to the lake. It was the one, I knew it, look no further. So we named her Stella, and have been screaming STELLA!!! all week. Until Rob had other plans and called me the night before we were going to meet to tell me he couldn’t do it yet, he didn’t want to sell the boat yet.

And then my dreams are crushed…and I’m kicking myself in the shins because its all my fault because I named it and talked about it out loud. Well Stella, it would have been fun. I have finally recovered from the repercussions. I guess she wasn’t the one after all. I’m still on the hunt for an old ski boat if anyone has any leads!

I’m sitting at a light today on my way to Stardust (where I am now)…and every light is red. Except maybe the one above me, which I cannot see, but no one is coming that way…so why would it be on? I swear I sat there, along with everyone else, just watching all of the red lights waiting for one to change and hoping that one would be mine. Meanwhile the bastards in the right hand turn lane are having a field day because they don’t even need to yield. How does that work? How do the lights even work? It’s a big mystery to me. I’ve heard rumors of sensors or the weight factor, yet it is still all very mysterious to me.

If I had a handy dandy iphone, I would have taken a picture for you so you to could feel the anticipation of wanting to be somewhere and just staring into red lights in every direction. However, I’m not that tech savy yet, no iphone for me. Just two broken phones and one that feels like a brick in my pocket that barely holds a charge. Maybe apple wants to trade me an iphone for my three pieces of trash. Doubt it.

Regardless, I made it. Stardust was calling my name and the bird has landed. Although the movie that has been screaming at me for the last month is still not available. NOTICE: whoever rented “La Jette / Sans Soleil” please bring it back. I’m about to take the box home and just hope it satisfies this calling.