To Do List

At my age, I find myself forgetting things, especially when It comes to my “To Do” list.

A lot of us have ways “to do” this.  Typical these days is to use your android or iPhone, tablet, or notebook.  It’s convenient and it keeps records and history for as long as you want. 

I’ve even seen people talking into a handheld recorder.


Write It Down

Years ago, I jotted notes, doodled on a wire bound notebook.  It was no big deal.  I was terrible with grammar, got “C” grades by the grace of God.  I couldn’t write a decent sentence to save my life.  As years passed, I collected a huge box of these note pads, composition books and journals.  On occasion, I’d pick one up, and funny thing, some of these journals were over 30 years old and I remembered when, where, and why I wrote on it.  As anecdotal this was, it proved how important it was to keep a journal even if what and how I wrote were terribly embarrassing.  My handwriting was at best chicken scratches and the content right above “see Jane run” competent.

My First Karate Class



A college kid in the 1970's got involved in the martial art, motivated by Bruce Lee, Kwai Chang Caine, and Lo Lei in "Five Fingers of Death," a long haired hippie in bell bottom pants, tank top tee shirt and a fu manchu mustache, I took a dive and entered a karate dojo.

I can say the first day in class was foreign, alien, whatever.

Like everything else during this time of my life, when I encountered something new, I spent more time watching, observing, emulating, saying nothing, and hoping my “wild flower” imitation not attract attention. Except for those wearing starchy white karate uniforms with various colored belts announcing their ranks, I noticed others like me, stretching awkwardly, in quiet corners, not making eye contact.

Page from the Past

I wrote this years ago. Wow.
I was relaxed, and ready to call it a night. I knew I was not the sharpest pencil in the cup, but when my head hit the pillow, I stared upwards at the ceiling, my mind awake, thinking, deeply about shit, this time about the Viet Nam War; how it affected and changed the way I thought and believed as a country. Fortunately, it wasn’t a major worry, an important worry; it was a concern, and I was a teenager with no idea of how to solve it. One thing for sure, was that our community was not immune to the tragedies of war. Several Filipino families lost their sons in battle, both times I watched the somber ceremonies complete with 21-gun-salute, mothers and sisters wailing, a bugle playing “Taps” and long-haired hippie veterans saluting to their fallen brother. Both families had sons my age, went to school and played sports, took similar classes, shared interest and watched football games together. I didn’t have a brother shot dead in a land with nothing to show for it except a nicely folded flag and a picture of him in full military dress, alive and proud. I could not imagine the painful suffering of losing a brother; first, because I didn’t have one, second, I’ve never experienced a family member passing. Only friends died and with my limited experience on funerals, it was bad enough to share their grief.

Robo Calls


And what I really hate are getting these stupid Robo calls. All I know is that they’re like pimples underneath an armpit. It’s gotten to the point where I would get a call, of course, with no caller ID card from a local phone number that could be from a customer, friend, or associate. I’d pick it up and end up listening to somebody who wants to sell cheap vacation packages, bottles of Viagra, or hearing aids that they say I was eligible for. 

Check this out because it’s pretty funny. I get this call from a nice sounding fella. He told me that I was eligible for a hearing aid and proceeded to ask the question, “do I have a problem hearing?”  I told him “no.” And then he hangs up. How rude. So?  If I had a hearing problem, and answered his question, isn’t that the first clue that I could hear him loud and clear?  And then if I did say yes?  Then I would not have been able to hear him.  Talk about a waste in telemarketing, but then, it’s a job. We all need to work.

Mindfulness of Normal

Recently, I revisited the practice of mindful meditation. For those who aren’t aware, it’s simply the ability the focus on the moment.

Now think about it?  How many of us can focus on one thing; for example, a job to be done without distraction; multitasking, listening to headsets while cooking, watching television while texting, or thinking about a multitude of things while walking to work.  

How many of us can concentrate on a single, isolated thought for, say, one minute, 60 seconds?

Kaizen Sensei Teaches Move Hands Like Cloud



This simple exercise is what the TaiChi and Qigong masters are teaching and asking everyone to practice as a way to defend yourself against the SARS- Covid-19 virus by building your immune system. It’s simple and easy to learn and can be practiced anytime of the day except right after eating. You can do it for as short or as long as you want providing that you breathe freely, move slowly, flow and “breathe grasshopper, breathe.” You can practice it sitting or in standing position. Please be safe, healthy and alive.

Baduanjin for a Strong and Healthy Immune System

Right now, I keep myself busy by producing videos, using my trusty iPhone, a tripod, and a lot of guts because I realize I’m placing myself in front of God-knows-who, not to win any academy awards, but to help the cause, which, I think, is a good thing. 



Just recently, I read an article about how the Chinese are using an age old qigong exercise called baduanjin or 8 piece brocade to strengthen the immune system, our own defense against the coronavirus (see https://lnkd.in/gpnQ3iP).

We Can Beat This

Courtesy of rtor.org
Let’s begin by saying, “I am positive.”

Here I am, in front of a lap top, writing, creating this post in the middle of the SARS COVID-19 coronavirus crisis. The infections and deaths it’s causing (and continues to cause) add to a long list of challenges beginning with the lack of medical equipment, supplies and personnel.

The Art of Pain

As a baby boomer, pain is so much part of our lives that either we bitch or live in harmony with it.

I am not saying that it’s fun, the right thing, nor does it makes me happy in any shape or form. 

It’s just how it is, and those who are my age agree that it’s life, a reality, and we deal with it or don’t.

Time To Write a Business Plan




On occasion, I’ve been approached by small and medium sized companies. 

Some are start-ups. 

Many are established.  

Others are handed down from generation-to-generation, modifying practices to accommodate trends, customer satisfaction, and up-to-date processes for profitability.   

So when I asked for copies of their business plans, their standard answer is “it’s all in my head.”