28 May 2007

Snaps and Backlog

The good thing about having time on flights and locked in conference rooms without proper internet access, is that I get a chance to work on all my backlog of projects.

Yesterday I went through a host of old pictures and got them properly processed and posted. You can find them in all the usual places.

Also, I've been having some interesting conversations with my work counterpart as we've been able to focus without distractions on the tasks at hand.

Last thing for today is that my baby sister needs some prayer. Lift it up, y'all.

22 May 2007

Party People

Back in Mumbai again. Lots of work to do and it is easy to do nothing but work here.

Before I left California, I went out with my buddy. It was great to watch him work the room. In this episode he spent 40 minutes chatting up a duet. Inspirational!

After the trip over here, we immediately got down to business under the watchful eyes of management.

Some of us just read the paper.

I missed several days of posting on the blog. But I have written some new topics so check 'em out when you get a chance.

14 May 2007

Cold Water

When you've been through a divorce and come out the other side, if such a thing can even be said, how do you handle the questions from others about marriage?

The other day at lunch one of my friends who is happily married was discussing the upcoming family holiday in which he would be spending time with relatives. I will never forget his illustration about marriage. He said that marriage is like being in a cold pool and pretending the water is fine so that you can watch your friends jump in and see the look on their faces. I'm not saying he's right, but I understand.
There goes somebody's miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale
I wish it could happen to me

But I look at myself Wonderin' if i'm just too weak
To have such faith in myself

-- Somebody's Miracle by Liz Phair
A few nights ago, a young person and I were discussing his future relationship milestones over some cocktails. His questions were innocent enough and I was happy to answer, but I struggled with providing an objective view without being too objective (if you know what I mean). How can you give a clear picture when you know that whatever you say is going to be skewed because of the taint you have surrounding you? Do you just punt? Decline? Provide a list of caveats and clauses?

Ultimately, I just want my friends to be happy. And for many of them a marriage is the best way to find that and I encourage them towards that end. When you know they aren't ready for it, how do you communicate that without it being wrapped up in your own perceived issues with marriage? In my heart, I don't really think I have issues with marriage as a concept. Poor choices, and a negative experience by one should not reflect on the whole and I'm usually pretty good at separating them. But there is nothing to say that the person listening realizes I am capable of speaking fairly. They don't always know that I truly have their best interests at heart and when I give input it is using my perception of their value system and preferences. My own tastes don't really factor into the discussion.

Just to be clear, I don't subscribe to the rest of that Liz Phair song. I just like miracles.

04 May 2007

The World Spins Madly On

The headline for this post is taken from a song by The Weepies. A most excellent duet, it is not uncommon to find their music providing the soundtrack for my thoughts.

This weekend, friends of mine are graduating from college. Another friend of mine just broke up with his long-time fiancé. I met new friends in the evening and spoke of fascinating endeavors and the future. My work continued late into the night, and ended only partially resolved. Still the world spins.

What do you grab onto when the sphere shifts beneath you to rapidly to follow? When the whirlwind catches you in its clutches, where do you look for grounding?

Even as a man of faith, it can be neigh futile to see the pattern in the shifting sands. Although reading through His Word works wonders for my sense of clarity. Still the world spins.

If I was only better at offering support. If only the proper words to say flowed more freely from my lips. If somehow I could succor those suffering. If only my accolades were more meaningful, my pride more impactful. If only I could graciously rejoice and mourn at turns without this vertigo.

Still the world spins.