Monday, September 01, 2008

Jason Jupiter has Landed

We are all extremely excited about Shamsi's new arrival (in early summer). She had a beautiful baby boy named Jason Jupiter Rune. He is sweet, cute and feisty. Isaiah and I drove down to meet him and hang with everyone for a night. Isaiah was buzzing on sweets that great grandma kept feeding him the first evening and by 10:30 pm I had to drag him over to Dad's for a nighty-night but not before he had Doug and Jamal in hysterics with a mad ramble about lattes and airplanes while doing super dooper karate kicks in the air. It was kind of scary but hilarious. The next day we went for a hike with Dad, Naya and Mimi to shoot a pellet gun. We got off about 10 shots before the thing broke. Dad threw it into the woods and we caught a snake and collected buttons (there used to be a button factory in that area long ago). On the way home Isaiah and I googled "swimming holes in CT close to I84" and found a fabulous bridge-rope swing that we played at for a couple of hours before driving home. umm ummm... good times

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Triathlons

Well, I did it and am over it! I trained and participated in two triathlons this year. The first was the Whately Police triathlon where I placed 38th out of 110. Go to coolrunnings at Times_for_Whately_Triathlon to see my exact times (Also note 7th place). I did this race with three other coworkers (shown below). Then I did the Greenfield triathlon. I placed 72nd out of 260. I feel good about both results and have never felt this in-shape ever... and finally learned sort of how to swim (although I did do a lot of breast strokin it). I hope somehow to keep up some of this exercise regime through out the winter. It feels really good and I want to do both of those events again next year.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

June 21st

It has been a while and much has transpired in our amazing lives... it is weird... could be a whole lotta stuff happened or a whole lotta nothing depending on how you look at it. Our lives are so amazingly full and the days just fly by... being on auto pilot, acting and serving with out much reflection on yesterday and not a whole lot of thought about tomorrow beyond the usual who will pick up the kids, what time and where.... we are all in this crazy "do" mode. The kids still require a lot of attention and it is at once easier than before and harder... we actually have to treat them like "real humans" now... I know that sounds horrible but they are becoming "people" whose weaknesses and strengths and real feelings to go along with them that we have to learn to recognize and navigate just like.... well real people... that still sounds so cold and callous but those are the only words I have to describe it at the moment... Both boys are wonderful yittle guys with huge smelly feet and fascinating sparks in their eyes. Aman is almost as tall as Isaiah and Isaiah almost fits end to end on his bed... Anyway, this "fullness of life" was our chaperone this year easing Britt and I into our 17th year of marriage on June 21st. We didn't do much on that longest day of the year other than to nod our acknowledgment of each other a little more enthusiastically than usual as we passed each other on the stairs going about the day's activities. Sounds depressing but it's not. I love the routine I have with Britt and the whole family. We have time set aside for celebrating 16 years of marriage but on that day, in order for things to be smooth we made it smooth... priorities in the right place. So I leave you with a pic of Mason really expressing how both Britt and I felt on the inside as we passed each other on the stairs on the day of our 16th anniversary.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Creativity

I was just listening to a talk by Elloy Anello at one of the recent Social and Economic Development conferences (http://sed.skyrunner.net/ ) in the car. I am an addict now. I take any excuse to jump in the car to listen to these talks and others that I am currently digitizing. He quoted Maria Montessorri as saying that creativity happens when truth and imagination get together for one common purpose... (paraphrase) ...what a wonderfully concise definition of creativity... I like it. What do you think? (This image by the way is of someplace in Iran)

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Catching U Up!

We have had a full couple of months. Spring is here in full. Warmth has permeated everything and we still have the wonderful cool nights… but warm is king right now. The smells of spring are wonderful and waking up to the birdsong is heavenly… even if 2 hours earlier the Umass party goers were still in the high gear in their raucous romps through the neighborhood (earplugs) Gene Wallace has been living with us for a few months while she gets the weight up on her new baby girl Amani Pearl (hey that rhymes). It has been nice seeing Gene and catching up and also I have to admit it is sooooo nice having an infant in the house to hold…

Tomorrow Sunday is the kid’s last day of their break which started off in Maine on the beach for a few days with Britt. They have been … well growing. Isaiah is moody and spends a lot of time listening to story tapes… lost in his own little world. He is now in travel soccer and has games all over this section of MA. And Aman has been showing a little interest in playing… vamos a ver. Aman sees Isaiah’s moodiness as his cue to go play happily by himself most times and has taken up drawing as his main creative outlet.

Britt and Jamal worked for days to finish the first of a couple videos about Fit Together the program she started for Service Net. If you want to check it out go to: Fit_Together_Website . Britt went down a few weekends ago to NYC to support Ericka and Jennifer (my cousin) in their running a half marathon. Britt ended up participating… she walked the first 10 miles then ran the last three!!! One of the images here is of 5 women. From left to right is unknown, Ericka, Katherine Switzer, Jennifer and Britt.

Katherine Switzer was the first woman to run the Boston Marathon that had been exclusively men til the 70s or so. She disguised herself, registered and ran almost the whole thing before someone saw that she was a she and they physically forced her from the race.

I have been doing a lot of cool projects at work that are sort of wrapping up now and have a lot of nit picky detail work to do for the next few weeks that I am not too excited about (at least the skate park is open for my lunch time escapes). I am also beginning training for a mini triathlon in early July. It will be ½ mile swim, 14 mile bike, 3 mile run… should be interesting… especially since Alf will be running it (thank God he is not in my age bracket!!!). I also played three of my songs at Amherst College arts night for about 70 people and then choked severely singing Allah’u’abha for about 100 folks at the first day of Ridvan celebration last Monday. Oh well little by little I will get over this insane nervousness at being in front of a group of people with a guitar!

The Alschulers are in Ireland for the week sightseeing and visiting a college friend of Ericka’s. We really miss them.

Anyway, I am beat at the moment. We had a pretty amazing romp up to the top of one of the peaks at Mt. Tom with Aman’s friend Ethan and his dad Matt. This involved the usual birch jumping, climbing, eating, hiding, trimming, throwing, yelling, etc…What a great day. Here are some of the images.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Spring Entry

Well it looks like I am going to break my month long silence here with a movie recommendation: Please, if you haven't already, rent Lars and the Real Girl with Ryan Gosling. This has to be one of the oddest romantic comedies Britt and I have ever snuggled up in bed to see. Certainly funny but tender too. Please check it out.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

All Hail the Skippy Shakes

So I have managed to conquer yet another day of Fasting. This is my 27th Fast and it is definitely a struggle although why I manage to stay so focussed and get so much done is beyond me and beyond the scope of tonight's ramble. So as I was saying... I conquered today and in so doing I have earned the right to describe ... the skippy shake (and no I am not still fasting just buzzing on the incredible amounts of sugar). So this incredible meal-in-a-cup normally consists of chocolate ice cream, a large scoop of peanut butter and milk. But since its creation James has taken it one step further and to this wondrous blend has added... a whole banana. This is blended to a smooth, creamy consistency and if done correctly is eaten with a spoon. Cafe Milagro in Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica started us on this yummy tradition and we have gladly and proudly carried the skippy shake banner. Actually, here in my inspired, buzzing state... I think I will make up some t-shirts that say, All Hail the Skippy Shake!... anyone interested?

Being Spiritual

How about this statement? Am I being too simplistic?

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Ayyamiha at the Ruhest 2008

Anna, Aria, James, and Sasha shook their collective fists at the incoming snow storm and came visiting for Ayyamiha on Friday. You guys really are amazing. Thanks again for coming out. Sasha woke up in our driveway from a nap in the car and said, “Casa de Tio Colin”! She is getting so big. Britt put together an amazing birthday/ayyamiha dinner for all of us consisting of rice, beans, and crunchy, crispy salad (a meal more perfect simply does not exist anywhere in the known universe). Birthday cake, singing and some presents happened. Mom sent me a new skillet which got put to use the next morning with a serious round of blue berry pancakes and the making of breakfast burritos… (ok can anybody tell what time of day it is right now while I write this? I will give you a hint… plenty of descriptions of food). The snow did deliver with another 6-8 inches. I spent 1.5 hours trying out the new electric snow blower someone gave Alfie. Then we all went to Cherry Hill golf course for a great hour of sledding. Anna hadn’t been since she was 13!!! We had another fairly successful children’s class and went to see Spyderwick… which ended up being a really scary movie… a sort of horror movie for kids… we enjoyed it but were shocked at the tenseness… We thought Aman would wake up scared lots but nothing happened. He is growing up so much. Well the fast is here… a seriously spacey season in which I tend to get tons done… very spacedly focused…. Low energy but constant… it is an amazing time.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Message or Messenger?

Here's another silly submission that didn't get published at the UPI religion and spirituality column. I guess I got lucky with the one they published last year. *******************************************************************************

Through public radio and the internet I try to keep up on world and local news on a daily basis. The amount of conflicts and the chaos they bring is mind boggling. Most involve power struggles at one level or another have their roots in deep seated religious differences. I am a 4th generation Baha’i who like most has his daily struggles with applying the basic spiritual laws we are asked to follow. And as a Baha’i I was always taught that unity is of the highest priority. He might have only said it once (though I doubt it), but I can still hear my Dad saying, “It is better to be unified than to be right” echoing in my head while I roll through my daily tasks and their respective speed bumps. And so it always amazes me that I can have these fantastic discussions with friends of other Faiths and with so much enthusiasm we arrive at the amazing realization that we are talking about and believing in the same thing (whatever the topic) only to have it end with a, “Yeah, but the only way to the Father is through the Son” type of comment. And so I ask myself, “At our level, the level of puny human beings, what is more important, the message or the Messenger?”

Let’s rise above the chaos of surface detail and look for a moment at the emergence and basic story of each of the world’s religious systems. It seems that every 1000 years or so God looks down on the full population of the planet and picks one being to be a Messenger, a Deliverer, a Courier, an Envoy, a Herald. He “says” to the one chosen, Look. I have an extremely important, life-long task for you. I want you to be My Mouthpiece, My Representative. I want you in words and deeds to deliver a very important message to as many people as you can. Oh and by the way, you are probably going to be laughed at, ignored, opposed at every step, tortured, spit on, imprisoned, your family threatened and hurt, and will probably be killed for being delivering this message. I assure you will have all of My omnipotence, wisdom, power, vision to back you up but you still have to deliver it in human form with all that entails.

And off he goes arriving at the most spiritually dark, geographic location on the planet, somewhere credibility in the power to change the human heart is dying.

He sets up camp in the busiest area, steps out among the population and says, “Hi! I am here! God sent me to you with a new message.” And people’s ears tune in to the words. He says, “God wants you to know that He thinks that you are amazing creatures and He loves you very much.” And interest peaks and people stop and listen. “He also wants you to know that the basic spiritual laws that the last Herald brought are still in full effect and reemphasizes the importance of those laws. So please continue in your daily quest to incorporate those into your very beings.” People nod in agreement. “Also, He would also like you to know that there is a small group of social laws that no longer apply because you have all grown and matured so much in the 1000 years or so since the last Herald.”

After a moment of stunned silence some bold soul in the crowd invariably says, “Hey! No! The way I read it, this is NOT what the last Courier said, and therefore you must be a fake. You are here to try to take away what we have”. And most of the people hesitate then nod their heads in agreement.

And sure enough the Messenger and his initial small band of followers are persecuted, imprisoned and many are executed. But despite all this that little band of followers persist and share that Truth to as many people as possible. The number of followers grows until huge, glorious, prosperous and just civilizations are built upon the principles and laws that this Divine Envoy had been sharing with everyone. This civilization grows, flourishes and then eventually declines. The process then starts all over again.

Based on each specific Messenger the sequence will vary slightly but it’s the same basic story line. It is a circular process. And for us little folk here on the receiving end what is more important, arguing over which Herald brought the message or striving to other put all those laws and teachings into practice? I would say that the Source of these laws is one and the same so it seems pointless to pursue the former. What is more important for us at our level of existence, the message or the Messenger? Regardless whether it is Moses, Christ, Muhammad, Abraham, Krishna, Zoroaster, Baha’u’llah, Buddha … it is always simply God saying the He loves us and wishes us to grow and be happy, prosperous beings.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Alschuler Family Reunion 2008

Amazing foresight and generosity on the part of the late Al Alschuler facilitated yet another fantastic family get together. Britt's family, Alfie's family, Elena and Cathy, Zoe and Cloade, Lise and Ann and Irene... we all flew to Playa del Carmen for a week of fun in the warmth. The warmth was the best part of the whole trip. The winter this year has not been particularly cold but we have been bombarded by snow storms which have really taken its toll on the vitamin D production facilites.

It was such a joy to be in shorts and flip flops for a week. I reached my goal for the week of no deoderant or underwear for the entire week and we spent 90 percent of the time in the water with the boys... pool and ocean.

There were excursions to the driving range (Mason and Aman are really getting good), tennis courts, ping pong and pool tables, snorkeling, archery, lizard hunting with plenty of wild life around. I went for a 4-5 mile run on the beach on two separate mornings before people got up and then finished off with a cooling swim in the ocean... exquisite! One day we went off campus to the Mayan ruins called Cobá and went swimming in a cenote (sinkhole). A very well appreciated time off from reality. Thanks Al.