Fast lane or slow lane?

traffic-610x390What am I thinking? This is life in the fast lane – “apparently, it is life in the fast lane,” I said to myself, while thinking – just how, I literally got here from hell and back.

There was no doubt about it, but its certainly nothing like the, “Fast and the Furious,” with the late Paul Walker and Van Diesel driving fast cars and fast lanes in their Hollywood blockbuster films.

Well, maybe? Close, but not that close, but close. It’s been since December, since, I got off the slow lane and into the fast lane and jumped on the band wagon for a new life. I’m still here and still adjusting, which seems to be a good thing in my game book.

But for others, they wonder, if I’m able to pull off the most impromptu stunt of all time, as if, I were making the greatest motion picture of all time with the help of Actor Burt Reynolds, character Sonny Hooper, from his movie, “Hooper”.

Oscar statuettes sit in a display case in Hollywood“Yes, I know! Tonight is Oscar Night in Hollywood – “its Tinseltown’s biggest night in the industry and the biggest party in the town,” as they say.

I smudge for the biggest upsets and letdowns and surprises, which could swirl at tonight’s biggest party into a political satire or an ordinary Oscar mania show that seems to never fail the movie industry with lots of the unexpected outcomes and more.

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Vintage makes you smile

Here is a little something that would make your face smile of the world of sound and nostalgic of vintage sound from a the days when it was the only means of pleasure to one’s enjoyment.

Thanks to my good friend Dave, KF7ETX, also known as USNERDOC on YouTube, this amazing video, it was something, I thought would brighten everyone’s Sunday, before we hit the Oscars and the Academy Awards tonight in Hollywood! Enjoy it folks, while your at it…!

The Decade – Ten Years!

Cochlear Implant
February 2007

Ten years in the making, “literally, a long time,” as some would say. It seems that way after ten years, as I try to comprehend how time traveled so fast in ten years!

Amazing at what time does to one’s brain – given you the goosebumps of time travel through quantum leap.

It wasn’t something, I was expected to happen until later in life. But, I guess, having it start early could be a rejoice in making viral decisions, when it comes to being a serious adult with serious adult decisions.

Some, folks ask me if I ever “regret” having a Cochlear Implant versus wearing hearing aids? It is something of a legend of the past and a watchdog of the future or at least something in between the two.

In my own words, “no” as, I tell them honestly and upfront. I’ve really never felt any regrets of making a major life decision in life, such as having a Cochlear Implant.

In fact, I had welcomed the idea later in life, than, I did in my earlier years of childhood. Back than, I had once vowed, “I’d never” get a Cochlear Implant – no matter how bad my hearing got in my future years, I vowed to never succeed to the chip on my shoulder of the red dragon trying to disavow me into not succeeding to a successful CI Journey and to the life of hearing, once again.

I proved that little SOB red dragon wrong, has he sat on the chip of my shoulder, literally bitching like crazy beanstalk gone wild.

It downed on me over the past weekend, while, I was looking for a specific YouTube video. I came up upon some videos of people having their own Cochlear Implants “turned-on” with some inspiring results and more – even reminding me of my own journey.

It is a story that has been told time and time again over the years. Some, find it so inspiring, that many have never thought such technology would be so advanced into the future.

Surely enough, I’m amazed myself. I’ve become a fan and an advocate of the technology, as well to those with severe or profound hearing loss and more.

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Shoveling snow, becomes napster!

jan-2014-snow-1When you get some overnight snow into the next morning, you wonder, if your going to have to shovel off, the fresh cold white powder the very next morning – that’s exactly what happened yesterday morning at the new digs. After getting white out conditions overnight from the lake effect snow the night before, the Canadian clipper had begun its wrath on the Midwestern and New England states.

With a bone chilling twenty-six degrees, I woke up, the clouds broke, the sun came out and shot the morning mercury to the mid twenties or thirties for the rest of the day as some snow melted off, against the basking warm sun.

Wondering, if the snow would return later in the day? Life moves on. Not only the sun kept the snow at bay, it melted off the remaining layers, it had left behind the night before. It wasn’t enough to build a legendary snowman or other snow like sculpture and all – unless you went up north or northeast into the New England states.

I’m chatty, a weather nut. I like all kinds of weather from severe storms to the average joe snowstorm. Take your pick, as I’m likely to chase those mogul storms from the pants of my seat and the comfort of my desk at any given time of the day or night. It’s just another one of those weather geeks days! Sigh. What’s next on the agenda?

Candid America

ortreeNew Life. New Dodge. No, not the car and it’s not the city, either. It’s plain jane and simple, it’s not Kansas or the yellow brick road to the wizard’s greatest castle in the world.

But it lives in the heart of the plains and where it all started for “Little House on the Prairie” by Laura Ingalls-Wider. Even though, her story starts in Wisconsin, mine starts in the heart of the middle of nowhere, the of somewhere – evidently close.

At least it starts somewhere.

It starts from the heart of the Pacific Northwest. An Evergreen state, where it meets up with the combined hearts of the McKenzie and Willamette Rivers in the heart of Oregon’s Willamette Valley.

A valley that is cherished with tall Douglas Firs towering all sides of the Western Oregon Cascades mountain ranges, towering Pines and Evergreen spruce share of their fair share of the eastern flanks of Oregon’s Cascades Ranges.

It may not be the home of the “Cartwright’s” and “The Ponderosa”, but it sits high and mighty in Eastern Oregon, where Oregon’s high desert mountains run along the Columbia River Gorge has the river spills into the Idaho’s Snake River.

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