Friday, June 30, 2006

TOPIC: The Paradox Of Pain: A Male Perspective
Article by Gavin Levy (Fibromyalgia Online/NFA Newsletter)

As young boys growing up, we are taught by society not to cry when we scrape our knee. If we bruised a knee when playing football, we learned how to hold the sensation of pain on the inside. In England you’ll hear the expression, “Grit and bear it,” and this is just what we did. So it can certainly knock a man’s ego when you cannot “grit and bear it.”

When the cycle of pain goes on every day, week, month, year, it makes the “If I just ignore it, it will go away” approach seem ridiculous. It is tempting for a man who has fibromyalgia to see himself as inadequate or not manly anymore. I am going to put it to you that we are the iron men of men, the strongest of the strong, and I’m going to tell you why.

If we think about the toughest men in society, we might think of those in the mafia, or boxers, or the Navy SEALs. These men know how to inflict pain on others and endure large amounts of pain themselves. And yet, yet, there is a reprieve from their pain. A boxer has to last the fight and can then recuperate over the next days or weeks. A mobster may inflict a great deal of pain on someone, but this is usually going to happen in an intense period of minutes or perhaps hours. It is only perhaps the likes of a Navy SEAL who will come close to our league by having to potentially endure the torture of months or even years of pain.

This being said, men with fibromyalgia are keeping good company. The difference for many of us is that our pains have been unrelenting, unyielding, uncompromising, ruthless in their execution, and for many of us a continual daily companion. And yet through it all, we manage to keep on smiling, keep getting back up, and refusing to give up this dream called life.

It is also worth noting that we get no sympathy from those around us because most people have no concept of what we are living with. I have found that I will get more sympathy from having a common cold than from fibromyalgia. Remember, people can relate to a cold—they can see a cold—but not the roaring tiger within us.

Of course, we are all working towards relieving our symptoms sooner rather than later—only a true man could do that—and with new knowledge comes new hope. Only a man of iron strength could look pain in the eye each day and say, “You will never conquer me, for I am stronger.” How many men could deal with the numerous challenges of this complex condition? Perhaps only a certain type of man—a real man!

Forty-four year old Russell Brooks adds in his letter Not Lazy-Not Crazy, "Fibromyalgia symptoms are the antithesis of so many masculine attributes, strength, stamina, etc. Without strength and stamina, it's been my experience that I'm seen of less than a man. I look forward to recapturing my strength and stamina again. Through NFA's great efforts, I'm confident that I will. In addition to all the wonderful things it's doing, NFA will, at the end of the day, help me once again be seen as a respectable man, not lazy, not crazy—just a man with a real illness who wants to get better."

The article, along with Mr. Brooks' comments sum up my feelings and (admittedly) my frustrations quite well.


Thursday, June 29, 2006

TOPIC: Lustful eyes
From the book Faith Walk, by Woodrow Kroll & Tony Beckett: You have heard the old saying, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Perhaps an appropriate updated version would be, “Beauty is too often in the eye of the beholder.” We live in a visually stimulating age. Gone the way of dinosaurs are black-and-white photographs. Today, graphics and photos are full color, eye-catching and often sexy.
Mankind has always struggled with lust, especially lust of the eyes. A beautiful woman named Bathsheba caught David’s eye and that first glance became a lustful gaze. Immorality was the result. Jesus condemned lust in the Sermon on the Mount, saying the person who lusts is committing adultery in his heart (Matt. 5:28).
As Job wrote in his own defense, listing sins he knew he didn’t commit, he began by mentioning what he had done to avoid lustful looking. He made a covenant [promise or pact] with his eyes “not to look lustfully at a girl.” While some say, “What’s the harm in looking?” Job knew that it was wrong. The look can set the hook, and it’s downhill from there.
Sex sells, so ads are full of sensual images. Television programs and movies are full of sexual themes. Clothes are made to be enticing. We cannot escape seductive images, but we can covenant not to look at them.
Are you careful about what you view? Job’s words are forceful for men especially. When your eye strays for a second look, remember what Job said. And determine right now to enter into the same covenant.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

TOPIC: Google MashUp - World66.com
Google MashUps are, in my opinion, some of the coolest (though oft times useless) apps on the Internet these days. I've had a lot of fun perusing the websites dedicated to mash-ups. Since I'm on a 10-day trip to New England, a relatively new mash-up caught my eye. It's called World66.com. The site allows you to map all the states, countries and continents you've visited. It also offers lots of travel info and advice. The downside (IMO) is the site also has advertisements and commercial related pages. Overall, World66.com is a cool mash-up based on Google Earth technology.
In case you're wondering (and even if you're not), here's a map of all the US states I have visited or lived in:

Monday, June 26, 2006

QOTD: I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world. -- Albert Einstein

Thursday, June 22, 2006

TOPIC: Top Ten Ways to Motivate Geeks
The list is from a blog I've never read or seen before. Therefore, I offer NO endorsement of the site. However, I did run across their Top 1o list -- and I agree (almost) wholeheartedly with everything on the list.
Here are the motivational tips:
1. Geeks are curious. Let them feed their desire to learn things
2. Geeks like to be self-sustaining. Let them figure things out on their own.
3. Geeks are creative even if they don’t know it. Give them a chance.
4. Geeks need tools, good ones. Give them more than they need.
5. Private, yet collaborative. Geeks need to be left alone, but not too alone.
6. Free stuff. T-shirts, food, desktop widgets, whatever.
7. Control
8. Geeks need recognition
9. Freedom
10. Compensation - Saved this for last, but geeks gotta live too
Read the entire blog post by clicking here. I assure you that it is well worth your time -- especially if you have a geek in your workforce or home.

Friday, June 02, 2006

QOTD: Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you, Jesus Christ and the American Soldier. One died for your soul; the other for your freedom. -- Unknown

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

TOPIC: A Story of Kindness
The following is a representative story. It likely never happened in the way the story is told. BUT, the heart of the story is real -- and true...
One day a woman was walking down the street when she spied a beggar sitting on the corner. The man was elderly, unshaven, and ragged. As he sat there, pedestrians walked by him giving him dirty looks. They clearly wanted nothing to do with him because of who he was -- a dirty, homeless man. But when she saw him, the woman was moved to compassion.
It was very cold that day and the man had his tattered coat -- more like an old suit coat rather than a warm coat -- wrapped around him. She stopped and looked down. "
Sir?" she asked. "Are you all right?" The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like that she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before. "Leave me alone," he growled.
To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even, white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. "
Are you hungry?" she asked. "No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away." The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. "What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone."
Just then a policeman came up. "
Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked. "No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?" The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"
"
See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile."
"
Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything." "This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it."
Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by the table. "
What's going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this. Is this man in trouble?"
"
This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered. "Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business." Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."
The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "
Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"
"
Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms."
"
And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?" "What business is that of yours?"
"
I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."
"
Oh." The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference." She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?"
"
No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty."
"
Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"
"
Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice."
The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. "
I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer." The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said.
"
That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this." She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. "Jack, do you remember me?"
Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes "
I think so -- I mean you do look familiar."
"
I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."
"
Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.
"
I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat."
Jack lit up with a smile. "
Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."
"
I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register. I knew then that everything would be all right."
"
So you started your own business?" Old Jack said. "I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered."
She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "
When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet And if you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you."
There were tears in the old man's eyes. "
How can I ever thank you," he said.
"
Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus. He led me to you."
Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. "
Thank you for all your help, officer," she said. "On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And... And thank you for the coffee." She frowned. "I forgot to ask you whether you used cream or sugar. That's black." The officer looked at the steaming cup of coffee in his hand. "Yes, I do take cream and sugar -- perhaps more sugar than is good for me." He patted his ample stomach.
"
I'm sorry," she said. "I don't need it now," he replied smiling. "I've got the feeling that this coffee you bought me is going to taste as sweet as sugar."
Would you be someone's "good samaritan" today? THINK about it! Then, act on the idea...

Monday, May 15, 2006

QOTD: When buying and selling are controlled by legislation, the first things to be bought and sold are legislators. -- P. J. O'Rourke

Friday, May 12, 2006

TOPIC: RSS Feed
I am starting an RSS feed for The Sope-Bocks. Please bear with me as I work out the details of the feed and syndicating it to the aggregators and ping sites. THANKS!

Thursday, May 11, 2006

TOPIC: Censorship is one thing; what Yahoo.com did is another!
Censorship is not reason enough to keep U.S. tech companies from doing business with foreign powers. That said, what Yahoo has apparently done in China steps way over the line. The company gave the Chinese government the draft of a dissident's e-mail, cause enough to send him off to jail for four years. Following some laws one might not agree with is one thing, but this level of privacy invasion, and with these consequences, should make Yahoo hang its head in shame.

Add to this the FACT that Yahoo Groups is one of the largest purveyors of child pornography on the Internet. Folks, it is high time we all DUMP YAHOO!
IOW, it's time to:
Dump Yahoo stock!
Cancel our yahoo.com email accounts!
Find another homepage!
Unsubscribe from ALL Yahoo Groups!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

QOTD: The world will keep going, whether you're on top of it or under it. -- Thelma-"Good Times "

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

OnThisDay: May 9th
1502 - Columbus left Spain on his 4th & final trip to New World
1754 - First newspaper cartoon in America-divided snake "Join or die"
1899 - Lawn mower patented
1914 - President Wilson proclaims Mother's Day
1962 - Beatles sign their 1st contract with EMI Parlophone
1962 - Laser beam successfully bounced off Moon for 1st time

Monday, May 08, 2006

TOPIC: A tribute to my brother, Steven
Steven was born in North Carolina on May 8, 1967. He was more than any brother could ask for -- fun, loving, cheerful, and giving. I was his older brother. Steven was a good child, with a decidedly mischeivous nature. He obeyed our parents, for the most part, yet had his own "spirit" and determination. He was handsome and smart -- with a personality that everyone who knew him, loved. He would have turned 39 years old -- a middle-aged man -- today.
Unfortunately, I write in the past tense because Steven is no longer with us. He was hit by a car (and killed instantly) while attending a friend's birthday party on September 24, 1974. Steven was just 7 years old. While it is hard to remember many small details about my little brother, I do remember what a great kid he was.
My life changed that day in 1974. Some things have never gotten back to "normal". Others have. Steven was my only brother. He was my best friend. I know he rests with God in Heaven today. I look forward to seeing him again some day.
Happy (would-be) Birthday Steven!
You may be gone, but you are NOT forgotten!

Sunday, May 07, 2006

QOTD: Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry. -- Mark Twain

Saturday, May 06, 2006

TOPIC: Psssst, We're Snake Keepers
Does that sound odd to ya? It would have to me several months ago. After all, we're a family of conservative professionals -- living in rural NC. And, aren't all those "snake people" weirdos with tatoos, mohawks and goth-wear?
NAH! In fact, me and the kids attended the Carolina Reptiles and Exotic Animals Show in Raleigh earlier today. We already had one corn snake as a pet (along with other animals). Today, we got into the "snake keeper" thing BIG time! My son got a black/white banded California king snake for his birthday (next month). My youngest daughter got a baby "normal" corn snake as her very own pet. And I acquired a male, yearling ball python of my very own. VERY COOL!
Now, we have four vivariums housing the four non-venomous snakes. To make sure we learn all we can about our new pets, I joined RedTailBoa.net -- one of the foremost websites for herp lovers. A couple other good forums for snakes, lizards, turtles, etc. are: kingsnake.com and FaunaClassifieds.com. Check 'em out. ENJOY!

Friday, May 05, 2006

TOPIC: Immigrants vs. Illegal Aliens
The word game has started -- and the liberal media seems to be winning. Since the illegal alien debate came to a head a couple of weeks ago, the far left has been pummeling us with the generic term "immigrants". They're talking about immigrants' rights, immigrant populations and (seldom) undocumented immigrants. The problem with their speech is that seem to forget the illegal part -- the part that goes against several federal statutes, not to mention some state and local ordinances. Anyone in this country without permission from the government is an ILLEGAL ALIEN.
Don't mix words and don't get brainwashed by the left. These people are not here legally, they have no citizen's rights in this country. They are ILLEGAL -- and they are ALIENS to citizenry here. They need to either GO HOME or get their paperwork started and emigrate the proper and LEGAL way.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

BlogOfTheDay: Gizmodo
Offering equal time to PC and Mac technophiles and their related gadgets, Gizmodo, "The gadget weblog", is way cool. Gizmodo offers short blubs about new accessories, peripherals, services, software and even cellphones. Take a few minutes each week and peruse Gizmodo. You might find something to satisfy the geek in you!

Saturday, April 29, 2006

TOPIC: Childhood Memories...
One of fondest childhood memories comes from a hard time in my life. My mother and father were separated. My brother had died just a couple years before. Life had been unpleasant and ruthless (in some ways) to me. I was forced to work in order to have any money for "the little extras".
I worked for a man who owned hundreds of acres of tobacco fields. He picked us up for work at 5:30am in the morning. We arrived home around 6:00pm each night. We worked in the sun, the rain -- no matter what. And we didn't have those cushy harvesters that are used for bulk barns. We cropped tobacco (pronounced "bakker") by hand, then put it on a belt that went to the top of the harvester, where the girls would loop it on the "bakker stick". After we worked in the field all day, we went to the barns, climbed the wrungs and hung the tobacco. Since I was the smallest lad in our group, I was usually the one sent to the top of the barn, where temps were 120+F. Did I mention the snakes that would scare the bee-jeebers out of you in the top of the barns?
In some strange way, I have fond memories of those times. BUT, the best memory is of lunchtime.
We would go to this small, dirty little country store for lunch each day. The drink cooler held ice cold (not like today -- REAL ICE cold) bottled drinks. I'd get a small sandwich, an icy cold Pepsi bottle and a small bag of peanuts. After opening the bottle, I would pour the peanuts into my Pepsi, place my thumb over the spout and shake gently. Ahhhh, the taste of ice flakes, mixed with peanuts, in a cold Pepsi... mmmm... what a childhood memory.
Maybe I'll stop by the store tonight and get a Pepsi and some peanuts. Nah, it just wouldn't be the same...

Friday, April 28, 2006

QOTD: Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity. -- Albert Einstein

Thursday, April 27, 2006

TOPIC: Darryl Littlejohn Facing New Indictment for 2005 Abduction Attempt
CBS4 in Boston reported, "A 19-year-old woman claims he was posing as a police officer when she was dragged into the back of his van last October. His D-N-A was allegedly found on handcuffs used to bind her hands. This alleged victim apparently recognized Littlejohn when she saw his picture on television in the wake of Imette St. Guillen's murder." BlogNYC reported:
"Reports have surfaced this morning that Darryl Littlejohn, the man indicted for the abduction and murder of Imette St. Guillen, is set to be arraigned this morning on seperate charges for attempting to abduct a college student in Queens in 2005.
The Queens district attorney's office said it would announce an indictment Thursday in connection with the abduction of a York College student on Oct. 19, 2005, but declined to identify the defendant. A telephone call to Littlejohn's lawyer was not immediately returned Wednesday.
The law enforcement official said Littlejohn, 41, had been linked to the attempted abduction of a 19-year-old woman who told investigators she was approached by a man driving a blue van. The official said that the attacker — carrying handcuffs and wearing a blue law enforcement baseball cap — forced the woman into the van, but that she later jumped out and escaped."
Originally posted on BlogNYC by James Poling