Sometimes the topic is a little different. This is the case with the concept of Noetic Sciences. This posting was actually begun 3 postings ago and I kept putting it back, don't know why. Yet, today, it felt right to complete it and post it. Nothing earth shattering or changing; yet, for me it opens the door to many thought threads and possibilities of issues and circumstances in the past that I m not sure I want to get into. Anyway... there it goes and yes, you should "google it"; it is actually very interesting. I’m not really sure where the saying that heads this post originated, but probably somewhere within the halls of a casino, the table manager turning the roulette and commending everyone’s luck to the hands of the Good Lady. Today it has evolved into everyday use, mostly to express our complete lack of knowledge about what life has in store for us at any given time. In a recent posting, the concept of Noetic Sciences was incorporated into the flow. I am very fa...

I have not been well these past couple of days. A bout of laryngitis which is now just going away, and just plain tired. Nonetheless, life does go on and we, along for the ride, go on with it. Nothing earth shattering, just wanted not to lose the newly reacquired habit of seating at the computer and writing a little bit... It is that time in the life of a “Futbol” (As Soccer is known in the rest of the world) fanatic to go nuts. From 07:30 hours to well past 16:00 hours, every day –at least during the first round robin- there is soccer on the tube, the radio, the papers, on the street corners... People who wouldn’t know a penalty from a free throw become overnight mavens, quick to discuss their internet found knowledge with those who have followed the sport for many years… just one more way to make instant fools of ourselves; as if we didn’t have enough means to brilliantly do so already. This “little” tournament that happens every four years is known as the FIFA World Cup and it is ...

No, not that kind of cheat... I have been working on and off (isn't everything on-'n-off?) on a story of my "life", going back to the early 1980's. I am not a very good long writer, usually prefer to do short stuff, like the blog entries and so on. However, it is being tried and the decision was made to take an excerpt from that "manuscript sitting in the computer", and air it here. It picks up in the story, around the time of life in which issues began to get out of hand and some of them outright eventually went to deep south. I'm not too sure as to how far the original story will go to; maybe I will air little pieces now and then... “…In the early 1980’s (as good a point as any), after some 10 years in insurance sales, my experience brought me to work with an international consulting firm. This was in the field of life insurance, and it was an association comprised of related companies from just about all corners of the world. My job, as describe...

As said before, it is not an easy task to get going after a long period of nothing. Hopefully the next entries will get easier and better... No, is not what you think although it might, at that… I have been looking at my past production on this blog and what I have been able to produce over the last 2 months. Not what I would like; definitely not… Too many issues and too many potholes to sidestep. We moved, re-started a new/old line of work, my wife became very ill due to an infection and then we went away for a few days… Just returned last night, with a host of resolutions to be nurtured and developed into realities. One of them was to actually sit and write at least once a week into the blog; the topic(s)? Well, whatever came into mind at the time of the sitting. So, here I sit and wait for Mr. Topic to come a-waltzing into my head. Guess what? Not a miserable clue, not even a feeble note of music is being produced at this time. At least none I can hear. I look around my work statio...

Normally, the concept of politics is one which –even though I have defined beliefs- does not get discussed in this blog or in pretty much any conversation in which I am involved. Why? The same as religion, each one of us has his/her own beliefs and these should be respected… even when they are dead wrong. It has now been close to 50 years since I had the chance of stepping my dainty size 14 feet on Cuban soil, MY homeland. As my friends and readers of this blog know, this has been due not to personal preferences, but to a very strong personal dislike of the since 1959 current dictatorship, a continuing bad show that has turned the island from a veritable Caribbean paradise (yes, I know… not perfect, but close!!) into an outpost from hell. Am I biased? You bet! Family and childhood friends never to be seen again; some reunions held many years later and in far places. Do I have a strong dislike for those who choose to wear trendy clothes with the likes of Guevara, Castro and others l...

This is a long time in the making note. I am not sure why, but here it is. I hope you understand that it is meant as a rambling thought, but it is what I strongly believe. In my travels, I have come across many self proclaimed preachers; some are very honest in what they do and they tend to be the poorest of the lot. They have a true calling and their message is The Word. Others have become obsessed with their own image and worth and have forgotten their initial calling in the process; to these, the only message is the medium itself (I know, someone already said this and he was right, even before that medium became a control issue). Too bad. “All major religions state that if you are not a member, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these major religions and since people belong to only one at any one time, we can then logically project that all souls will go to Hell. ” The above is part of an answer given by a graduate student to a question regarding certain possible...

There are momentary happenings which can bring to the front memories that had been put away in the dusty back bins of the mind for a long time. This was one such: a momentary glimpse of a face and a nagging feeling that this face, or one like it, had been seen before. I am not great with names, but I am with faces. So when I come across a face which I am sure has been seen before, my mind does not stop until it is able to identify when and where. This is what happened yesterday and this is the resulting mind search. It was one of those early spring days in the city of New York; Mid-lower Manhattan to be exact. Rainy and cool, with some gusty winds coming in from the East River, making some of the lower Manhattan cross-streets into veritable canyons of cold air. It was around 3 in the afternoon and I was, frankly, wet and tired of peddling drugs… no, not THOSE drugs, but actual medical supplies, since at the time I represented Pfizer Laboratories in parts of Manhattan and the Bronx. ...