Hai-Kuul – September 29, 2005

Actor Bio (Requested by princess_castle)
When you want to know
The best place to find out is
Ol’ I M D B

My Roomate’s Boyfriend (Requested by princess_castle)
He eats all my food
And calls early in the morn
Don’t get me started

The Reason (Requested by princess_castle)
Primary question
What is the motivation?
Answer for yourself

How Stupid!! (Requested by princess_castle)
A solid method
To show your stupidity?
Go vote for George Bush

Mango Smoothie (Requested by princess_castle)
Cool, creamy goodness
Sweetness with a little tang
A liquid blessing

Kitchen (Requested by princess_castle)
Room of the divine
In this room we all play God
With our creations

Theatre (Requested by princess_castle)
‘Ere motion pictures
And extras on DVDs
Bloopers were not good

Ask a Librarian (Requested by princess_castle)
In the house of books
The fastest path to knowledge
Starts at the front desk

Purses and Shoes (Requested by anurs2)
Only in fashion
Can they link your feet and hands
Without any rope

Babe (As in Tisha’s Boyfriend) (Requested by anurs2)
A bright, winning smile
And eyes that captivate her
Tisha turns to mush

*Remember, you can submit a topic to inspire your very own Haiku Poem by clicking here. You can read about Hai-Kuul here.

Unified Wellness Theory

A Unified Wellness Theory

The human body is a complicated thing. Complicated things are very interesting, especially when you consider trying to figure out how they work.

Anything with such complexity is a paradox.

It is something that has the capacity to work exceedingly well.

It also has the capacity to have many things wrong with it.

This is one topic that occasionally surfaces in my mind due to the fact that I know I have the ability to worry myself into a state of sickness.

Today is just my attempt to put some of these thoughts somewhere more permament than my brain.


Given how much crap we put into our bodies, it is no small wonder that we get sick fairly frequently as a species.

These toxins leave us open for assault from all manner of germs and such.

I had a conversation with a wise man recently.

He told me that people are in the hospital for three reasons (I’m paraphrasing)…

  1. They have something in their body (viral, bacterial, etc)
  2. They have something on their body (wound, lesion, etc)
  3. They have something in their mind

The first two groups of people need no explanation. Something external has created a problem for them on or in their bodies. The argument here: most people in the hospital are part of the third group. These people, in essence, give themselves disease.

Now, I’m not necessarily as heavy-handed in the way that I think about sick people. However, there is a lesson here. I’ll take you along my line of thinking.


Certainly reality dictates that everything will fail from time to time. If you think about the fact that we are made up of millions and millions of tiny organisms, and each of those organisms are composed of a large number of atoms, you can’t help but wonder how many screw-ups there are. Think about it. Cells divide all the time. Once in a while there has to be a mistake. Usually these are caught by the body, but once in while, they are not.

Welcome to disease.

So, wouldn’t it stand to reason that mistakes might happen more often if we make them happen more often?

Our thought process is governed by chemical reactions. Ironically, our thought processes can result in other chemical reactions. By thinking we can affect our body.

So the third category of people listed previously are those who don’t aid their body in the task of getting rid of the disease they have. They actually end up aiding the disease.

Happiness is a State of Mind

Will being happy and cheerful all the time make you invulnerable?

Probably not.

There is a good chance that grinning like an idiot in the path of an oncoming train will permanently change your smile.

At the same time, frowning and fretting will probably not give you a higher chance of getting struck by lightning. Unless, of course, you mope around in a field with no cover during a thunderstorm.

I would say, though, that maintaining a positive state of mind will aid your body in it’s quest to work as close to perfectly as possible.

Thinking positive thoughts probably creates a chemical reaction that affects the environment of your body positively, allowing your natural defenses to work unhindered.

Conversely, negativity probably hinders your body from healing itself.

When someone tells another that it’s all in their head (especially for psychological disorders), it can be quite a downer to the victim. ; They interpret it as something that they could just switch off if they wanted to. ; Perhaps they can’t just switch it off, but they can contribute to their well-being by thinking about getting better.


There are a lot of people who are opposed to taking medication because they feel that it is not natural and that the body can heal itself.

While there are probably a rare few on Earth who can regenerate their entire bodies after being dipped in a vat of hot acid, the rest of us have to make do with what little healing talent we have.

Drugs (natural and synthetic) are designed to help our body deal with what is wrong.

By reaching a positive state of mind, you’ll probably catalyze the effect of the treatment and get better a lot sooner.

The Bottom Line

As a complex machine, we have an obligation to do a little bit of maintenance every once in a while. We need to take care of ourselves and be more positive people.

This would take the sting out of most of what ails us, I believe.

Apologies if this sounds like a bit of a ramble. Just trying to jot down some thoughts…

Hai-Kuul – September 27, 2005

Lumberjacks (Requested by princess_castle)
Felling greenery
It’s a job that needs finesse
Or else you’ll be flat

Camping (Requested by princess_castle)
The call of the wild
Sleeping under the bright stars
Unless the rain starts

My Love Story (Requested by princess_castle)
An unplanned romance
Unexpected love is great
It led to marriage

Sharing (Requested by princess_castle)
To give and to take
An even division of
Feelings and things, too

They Smoke (Requested by princess_castle)
I hear them coughing
Slowly exhailing their lives
Through yellow, stained teeth

I Cried (Requested by princess_castle)
When I was younger
Vocalizing my sadness
Was quite difficult

Job Hunt (Requested by princess_castle)
Pounding the pavement
Trying to find employment
A job in itself

*Remember, you can submit a topic to inspire your very own Haiku Poem by clicking here. You can read about Hai-Kuul here.

History Exercise

Blast From the Past

This is a neat little exercise that Kris posted on her blog. It’s great because it’s fast, easy and allows me to be lazy by not really posting anything new.

The Instructions

  1. Delve into your blog archive
  2. Find your 23rd post
  3. Find the fifth sentence
  4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions

The Result

“Of course, in times of need, I turn to Shatton, who had a bunch of headers embedded in his Blog.”

The Follow Up

You can click here if you want to read the whole article that the above quote came from.

Pear Flowery

Millions of Pears. Pears For Me

The other night I went shopping for groceries. We have several 24-hour grocery stores in the vicinity, so if one needs to refill the larder, it’s not a big task.

I figured I’d go down to Sobeys, but I ended up taking a wrong turn, and ended up in a traffic jam on an expressway.

Eventually, I ended up at a Dominion and proceeded to shop. After spending almost an hour in the traffic jam (at 1 AM no less) I had forgotten what we had at home in terms of fruit, so I ended up getting a basket of pears, not realizing that we already had a basket at home.

I’ve been averaging 3-4 pears a day.

All I can say is…


Flowery Observation

Yesterday my wife was having a bad day.

I decided to get her some flowers*, so I stopped off at the flower shop in the concourse level of the building I work in.

I picked up a bunch of Gerber Daisies with some greenery and headed home.

As I walked, I noticed that women I walked past would smile at me. Or maybe they would just smile and happened to be looking sort of at me because I was holding the flowers (which is what they were most likely looking at).

It was a strange phenomenon.

And I’m not talking about a few women. I’m talking about every woman I walked past.

It was a little unnerving.

My brain was formulating a hypothesis…

BRAIN CELL 1: It appears that upon seeing flowers, women become happy!
BRAIN CELL 2: Indeed. This is a most interesting discovery.
BRAIN CELL 3: How could we not have known this before?
BC1: Not sure, chap. Not sure at all.
So, is it safe to say that to make women happy, we should buy them flowers?
BC3: I don’t think the wife would really appreciate us spending money on other women, even if it would make the world a better place.
BC1: Yes. But it seems that just holding the flowers and walking makes women happier, if only for the time they see us carrying the flowers.
BC3: You might have something there.
BC1: Well, I’m not just good-looking, you know.
BC2: I’m just writing this down…women…complete strangers…see flowers…carry the one…
BC1: We might have ourselves a new law!
ALL: Hooray!

Good old brain.

Always thinking.

Anyhow, another thing I noticed is that guys that caught sight of the bouquet would have one of two reactions…

  • A guilty look
  • An angry look

What’s up with that?

BC2: Have you noticed how many guys are glowering in our direction?
BC3: It is odd, isn’t it?
BC1: Oh! Oh! New law!
BC3: Indeed!
BC2: Men will feel negative emotions when looking at other men carrying flowers.
BC1: Weird.

The most amusing reactions, though, were the guys with their gals. Here’s the play-by play.

  • Couple walking along.
  • Girl sees flowers I’m carrying and smiles.
  • Guy with girl sees girl smiling at me.
  • Guy looks at me and scowls.
  • Guy holds girl’s hand.
  • Guy moves closer to girl.

Like I’m going to steal your lady, Chuck. One guy on the subway even turned to his girlfriend and held both of her hands, desparately trying to hold her gaze.

Sometimes I’m ashamed to be a guy.

* – Yes, folks. Sometimes you can get people flowers for no other reason than to make them smile…