Lost

Sometimes time seems to get lost as if you have no idea where you put it. Its quite amazing really, when this happens because you never think that time of all things can be like this. You never realize that at some point you can see where you are in life and wonder how you got there.

For example, at 5 AM at an airport terminal I wonder when did this happen? How did it occur? Its quite easy to give into randomized sequential chaos that we call life. Its quite easy to just become one with it. It takes great discipline to stand above it, and see control it. Its not something that everyone has the ability to do...just ask the junkie on the corner. There are times, when you wonder why didn't I sleep when I could have, and you convince yourself your a man who seizes the moment. Until that moment becomes so heavy it feels like cinder blocks on your eyelids and your muscles become stagnant.

Time...does get lost. The objective is to try not to lose it too often. It would be nice to be able to have a systematic routine that provided discipline and control in life, but it would also be bland. What to do? I really don't know. I guess seize all the moments you can, and remember them.

Memories

When you learn and you live
and you love and you give,
you start to realize that life's a trying test
yesterday's memories and today's realities
keep our emotions in check, and bring out our best
We try not to let the fragrance of nostalgia
trigger a cascade of thoughts
Yet in the end we are simply what we are
People. With yearnings built in the heart stored in the mind,
and embedded in the soul.

The Stank Profile

I've come to the conclusion that although we are all unique as humans, as cultures we have several traits that help identify us and provide a common thread for people of a certain background, creed, or location. I am not a racist, or any kind of ..-cist, however I've realized that different people have different odors...which I like to call the Stank Profile.

Where did this genius revelation come from you might ask? Well, it happened yesterday evening when I was at the Ft. Lauderdale airport Chili's restaurant grabbing a bite to eat waiting for my flight to arrive. I was eating my chips, and blackbean burger, when out of no where a gentleman comes next to me and asks if the seat next to me at the bar was available. It was so I said "Its all yours". I then returned to take another bite into my veggie heaven sandwhiched between to pieces of bread with just the right amount of hot sauce, and it happened. A nauseating odor had infiltrated my nostrils. It was highly repulsive yet familiar. Then I realized, I recognized this odor from the gym. It was the stank of an African-American man-sweat (my buddy that used to spot me at the gym, stank like this all the time after some cardio). In that instant, not only did I abandon my meal, pay my bill, and get out of there, I also realized that we as humans have a stank profile. This is the general profile of odor we emitt when our deoderants and anti-perspirants have failed us. I've narrowed them down to the following:

Indians - A combination of paprika, lemon juice, & diarrhea
Blacks (by this I mean those from the islands as well as Africa...I don't mean this in a racist way) - a combination of sweat, rotten lettuce, & stale beer
Whites (non-jewish) - a combination of burnt hot dogs, puke, and olives
Whites (Jewish) - a combination of spoiled cabbage, wet hair, and mayonnaise
Hispanic - a combination of refried-bean-fart, jalapenos, & Taco Bell meat
Oriental - a combination of burnt-oil, cough syrup, and onions

I hope I did not offend anyone by this, I was hoping to offend everyone equally. Actually, if your honest with yourself, you may even find some truth in these observations.