What Dreams Are

Basically during sleep the brain is transferring the important memories in short-term memory to store in long-term memory.

As the brain tries to associate them with categories in long-term memory, information in short-term memory may appear in our dreams.

Splendid Memories (Poem)

Please let me hear you
easily speak of today,
all your adventures -
so treasured, each day
becomes splendid memories.

Smile (poem)

Sadness inspires one to find

Memories that bring

Imagination's magic to transform

Loneliness into

Equanimity.

My Dad Died Today

1921-2007 86 years of sticking it to the Man

Word up: control your anger or get a stroke. My dad suffered 12 years as a stroke victim. What a winer!

What I learned from observations of my father over the years:

If alcoholism leads you to be anxious in crowds, then it's in your best interest to discuss it with your doctor and find ways of getting backbone other than through the bottle.

Never think retirement means sitting in front of the TV watching sports drinking beer and beating on the wife. It also means that you have to do better than just help your friends. I mean, your wife is your first friend, aint she?

Don't ever make fun of any of your kids, especially the odd one out.

If one of your kid wants to run away from home and be a monk, then you should be honored by his hidden compassion and bizarre wisdom. It really isn't a shame when someone actually cares about the world than what he or she can get out of it.

If you do the "dumb farmer" routine too much, then all those elementary school successes will be forgotten.

If you're pissing against a building in what used to be Japtown, it really impresses the factory worker to turn around and say, "Wanna a piece of me?"

So the WW1 veteran was the only guy in Vernon who 'd take Gramma's money for the new digs after the war? And you guys had to wait until 1949 before they'd let you near the coast? Maybe this explains Clubvibes.

After 30 years of living with my folks, I've learned that whatever the Western world sees as bizarre behavior in the Japanese diasphora is actually the BS of shame, and Japan itself today is living in interesting times, indeed.

My best memory is bawling my head until my mom came out to scold me for waking her up. My dad and I bonded just before he went off to the sawmill to work. That is the ideal memory I have of him. Everything else basically shows how much of a sense of humor God has with the Japanese.