ABSILVER's World

OK.. One serious post deserves a not so serious.. Varying Thoughts of the day: Dating Sites: 1) Why do people post pictures of themselves looking mean, mad or sad? 2) If your room is a mess why show that in a picture? 3) If your room looks cluttered and you just have a twin bed it makes me think you live at home with Mom and Dad. 4) I don't want to see your life history in pictures. Would like to see what you look like today and don't want to have to guess. But, when there is a lot of them over time I focus on the one I least likely want to meet and move on. 5) When people say they don't want you to have any drama in your life, is that cause they have enough for both of you? Pretty hard to be in your 40's and be drama free, unless you haven't lived. 6) If your pictures aren't current, don't you think that ruins the comment of wanting honesty from your dating prop sects? And don't you think when we meet I might notice you are a few years (or decades

Have you ever had a day, and you just couldn't make sense of the world? Or more importantly sense of your own world? That was part of my day. I sit here all comfortable in my life, but on occasion my mind takes a journey. I have a great gift and that is I can see logic and I can see feelings and beauty. I know there are discussions of right brain and left brain. But, I know in my gut I have the balance of both. It gives me a great gift but at times a great challenge as well. I spend most of my waking days during the week in the logic of my mind. IBM drives the need for logical thought. Speed of execution, and to creatively investigate better ways to do things. But, I know to be successful it must be logical and so I keep my mind centered on that. The ability to cross the line of my mind and tap my creative energies adds to my value at work, and I think helps to differentiate me in a sea of bright and successful people, but nonetheless I exist in a logical world. For most

SO, here I sit and I can't believe it has been more than two months since my last posting. I have been spanked online by Mr. Dynin for not having written in a while, and I do deserve it. Frankly, I wrote two posts and never posted them. As much as I love this outlet, I must confess that one was too personal for me to post. It was related to coming out and the challenges about how where I lived kept me mentally and emotionally in the closet. I just reread it and still think it has meaning. Maybe it is a tree that falls in the woods, and if I am the only one that reads it does it matter? It is interesting... because not posting the personal post makes me feel slightly hypocritical. I know I intended this blog to be all out here with my musings of my own life. I also realize that I may have posted this a year ago, but since I have returned to IBM and taken my Business Conduct Guidelines class and test it made me pause. Frankly, they mention social media as a concern and I don&

I drove around last night for a while, and thought about the choices of my life. Frankly, there is one consistent theme as an adult. My therapist, Linda, said it started at the age of 8 that I had a drive to be independent and protect myself. I realized as I drove around, and in discussions over the weekend there is a price for my kind of independence. Even though it is quite personal I thought it would make an interesting blog entry as we head to the new year. When I was in college, after my first year, I lived alone. I had my own room at the Fraternity house always. Even when I moved back into the dorm in my senior year, I actually had a football player for a roommate and so he was only there in title. When I left school, I lived alone in Jacksonville except for a pretty pathetic 30 days where I tried to live with two other friends and that just didn't work. My memory is the challenge was not with them, but with me. I missed having space to call my own beyond a bedroo

I sit here... feeling like quite lucky man. I sit here on my patio and watching the wind blow through the trees. The river has some ripples.. and the trees continue to blow and all I can think of is how lucky I am. Did I mention it is 77, and sunny and Minneapolis had to postpone a football game because of snow and the Giants could not get there in time to be ready to play at 1pm. And I sit in shorts, and it is 77 and sunny. I do want to remark that it will be 48 tonight. We have had some chilly evenings here. Quite early in the year for south Florida. But, I don't think anyone in Minneapolis would want to hear me complain about 48 tonight and a high of 63 tomorrow. With any luck, by the end of the month I will have started ownership of 311. 7 doors down, and an extra bed room and bathroom and a similar view as I have now. Other than the quite redneck picture in my head, of moving down the hall, I am quite excited about the possibilities of my new home and realizing that m

Here I sit on another flight.. headed to Fort Lauderdale and as I occassionally do with my blog.. it is time to ramble through some thoughts. I am getting ready to see a friend, a best friend that I have not seen in almost 20 years. I was thinking about what if the question came up what was the highlight of your life so far. I have written about so many of them in my blog, being in a loving relationship, sharing a fabulous dog, the passing of family, friends and Pets. But, what struck me was that I could say one of those moments was last Sunday. I have a good friend, Mark, in Fort Lauderdale. I woke up in Provincetown, and through text and picture messages I took Mark on a walk with me. Down Commercial Street, looking at some of the decorations for Halloween, and it was fun to take somoene with me even though he was not sharing my walk in person. Then as I walked out toward the breakers, and turned I saw one of the most amazing sights of my life. Spread out before me were dunes

Sunday, after a long life my Uncle Kenny Passed on to the next world. As I sit here, getting ready to start the day of work there is a slow rain outside my window and calm to the day. Good time to reflect and also to take in the last few days. The Rabbi, at their home on Monday evening, asked people to share memories of my Uncle Kenny and all I could do was just stand in silence. Seeing my cousins and generations standing around reminded me of how special he was to so many. After my cousin Sherri was so eloquent and heart felt at the funeral, I felt speechless and was not sure what to say. But, sitting on the flight home I found some thoughts and wanted and started to write this as I complete it today. My first clear memories are at my Grandmother's house. The Bassners and Silvermans for Thanksgiving and her birthday and Mother's Day. We would be up the day before and the Bassners would come in the next day. Uncle Keeny always seemed to be upbeat, and had a zest f