Saturday, December 22, 2012

Twelve Two Two Fondue IX - Live!

Live from Chez Kink it's the Party of the Year!

Twelve Two Two Fondue Nine is live!  Follow the action as we prepare for tonight's annual event then watch the party unfold all evening.

Grab yourself some cheese, a nice fermented beverage and join in!

Party on, Garth!

Friday, December 21, 2012

Twelve Two Two Fondue Nine

It's hard to believe that on December 22, 2012 we will host the Ninth Twelve Two Two Fondue!

We expect over 100 people, to go through over 10 lbs of cheese and 15 baguettes of French bread, a case of champagne, four cases of beer, two cases of red and white wine and countless chips, crackers, olives, veggies and assorted goodies.

A good time to be had by all.

The first Fondue party was attended by just the family and consumed two bottles of champagne and a single pound of cheese.  How times have changed!

Tomorrow a link will be posted to the live video feed from Chez Kink broadcasting the preparations and the celebration as it unfolds.

Check this site tomorrow for details!

Until then ...

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Nothing Else Matters


The original was great but this is, well, in a class by it's own.

Nothing Else Matters

And, nothing else matters.

Couldn't be much more from the heart, forever trust in who we are.

Never opened myself this way.

And, nothing else matters.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Too Close

That was a good one!  Whooooosh!  A bright flash in the sky, slightly green, arcing over the house hight above and making no actual "whooooosh" sound but accompanied by "Ahhhhhh!" and "Ohhhhhh!" and "Did you see that?"

It's the Night of the Geminids, the annual meteor shower that is either a boom or a bust but always cold.  It's a toss up whether to stay outside lying by the pool in the December air for a few more minutes or go inside and play MechWarrior on the big screen.

Either way you'll hear, Ohhhhh, Ahhhh and Did you see that?

Being the sensitive one I think about the poor old Geminid particles that have been orbiting the solar system for who knows how long.  OK, Carl Sagan and Stephen Hawking know how long but I don't.  Quite a while.

Then the particle feels a tug, very slight, just a little pull, not much of an effect but enough to pull one out of orbit.  Then the pull becomes a definite tug and finally a grasp as it falls deeper and deeper into that gravitational well.

And then down and down it goes, spiraling in, falling into infinity, helpless, until it either loops around for an other pass or burns up in the heat of its own passion, so to speak.  Lost in its own falling.

The particle might be thinking, "Oh, that was surprising" while we knew all along it was going to end with Ohhhhhh's, Ahhhhhh's and "Did you see that?"

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Time Passes Quickly, Chances Are Few

Recently I lost a friend.  It happens.  One minute they're there and the next -- gone.  Looking back it was a predictable outcome but, still, overwhelming the finality of it all.

You think you have all the time in the world.  Hey, dude, I'll see you next year or two or three or four or a decade.  The sands of time slip through that hourglass relentlessly, grain by grain, moment by moment, experience by experience, chance by chance.

And ...

... then it's gone.  They're gone.  Forever.

No warning, no explanation, no sympathy card.  No nothing.  Just gone.

Time does pass quickly.  Exactly three thousand six hundred seconds per hour:  3600 sec / hour.  That's it.  That's for all of us!  We all pass time at the same rate so it seems a shame that we waste so much of it fiddling around when we should be making those chances happen.

Time passes quickly, chances are few.

We all have so many ticks of the clock.  It's measurable, in the end, but not when we're actually on the  clock which is either a blessing or a curse!  Imagine knowing the second of your doom.  How would you change your life or not knowing that?  Maybe a lot, maybe not at all.

And it's not just you, it's the other person to consider, too.  Perhaps they could have communicated more than a once-a-year Christmas letter.  Perhaps they could have called or send an email or something.

Well, it's all water under the Bridge of Life, isn't it?  Gone forever.  Downstream.  Done and done.

And, you know, it doesn't serve anybody anything to lament over what could have been, but what are you going to do today to lessen the sadness of that lament for the next person.