Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Diablo Vista Middle School from 700 feet up. Very cool STEM project!
April 29, 2015 at 08:40PM via Facebook
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Tagged! Multi Ironman Danville Tom... I always take your advice. Without question. After all, we have raced Ironman Canada and let's not forget Lake Placid under the most adverse conditions, as well as a number of other competitions together. So tonight, I took your advice and tried your personal masseuse. Tomorrow morning, I may not be able to walk. I may be black and blue. I may still be wincing and curling up in pain cursing your name. But I will always love you for caring and taking care of me! Thank you for setting me up with the guy with the hands of steel. Tell your wife Dianne Glynn she is pulling me on my bike on the Napa course this Sunday. :)
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Saturday, April 25, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Tagged! Way to go Bill - recognized by the San Ramon Foundation for all his hard work - oh and Noelle - u rock!!! 😘😘
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Saturday, April 18, 2015
Just completed 65 miles with the most amazing and inspiring women - I am speechless - they have trained for little over 5 months from no outdoor riding to crushing everyone else on the course - I think they will all be saying "I'm passing on your left" in their dreams tonite - just phenomenal!!
April 18, 2015 at 07:30PM via Facebook
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Monica Lee Mazzocco-Zucker. A Life Well Lived
Celebration of my friend's Monica's life is over. But her great laugh, brilliant smile and robust ponytail stuffed underneath her bike helmet will live on forever. She is missed by all. Mt. Diablo is a little more somber today. Today, tell a friend you love them.
From one of my favorite books:
John Steinbeck
East of Eden
A child may ask, "What is the world's story about?" And a grown man or woman may wonder, "What way will the world go? How does it end and, while we're at it, what's the story about?"
I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has frightened and inspired us, so that we live in a Peral White serial of continuing thought and wonder. Humans are caught - in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too - in a net of good and evil. I think this is the only story we have and that it occurs on all levels of feeling and intelligence. Virtue and vice were warp and woof of our first consciousness, and they will be the fabric of our last, and this despite any changes we may impose on river and mountain, on economy and manners. There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well - or ill?...
...And in our time, when a man dies - if he has had wealth and influence and power and all the vestments that arouse envy, and after the living take stock of the dead man's property and his eminence and works and monuments - the question is still there: Was his life good or was it evil? - which is another way of putting Croesus's question. Envies are gone, and the measuring stick is: "Was he loved or was he hated? Is his death felt as a loss or does a kind of joy come from it?"
I remember clearly the deaths of three men. One was the richest man of the century, who, having clawed his way to wealth through the souls and bodies of men, spent many years trying to buy back the love he had forfeited and by that process performed great service to the world and, perhaps, had much more than balanced the evils of his rise. I was on a ship when he died. The news was posted on the bulletin board, and nearly everyone received the news with pleasure. Several said, "Thank God that son of a bitch is dead."
There was a man, smart as Satan, who, lacking some perception of human dignity and knowing all too well every aspect of human weakness and wickedness, used his special knowledge to warp men, to buy men, to bribe and threaten and seduce until he found himself in a position of great power. He clothed his motives in the name of virtue, and I have wondered whether he knew that no gift will ever buy back a man's love when you have removed his self-love. A bribed man can only hate his briber. When this man died the nation rang with praise and, just beneath, with gladness that he was dead.
There was a third man, who perhaps made many errors in performance but whose effective life was devoted to making men brave and dignified and good in a time when they were poor and frightened and when ugly forces were loose in the world to utilize those fears. This man was hated by the few. When he died the people burst into tears in the streets and their minds wailed, "What can we do now? How can we go on without him?"
In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.
We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly re-spawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.
East of Eden
A child may ask, "What is the world's story about?" And a grown man or woman may wonder, "What way will the world go? How does it end and, while we're at it, what's the story about?"
I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has frightened and inspired us, so that we live in a Peral White serial of continuing thought and wonder. Humans are caught - in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too - in a net of good and evil. I think this is the only story we have and that it occurs on all levels of feeling and intelligence. Virtue and vice were warp and woof of our first consciousness, and they will be the fabric of our last, and this despite any changes we may impose on river and mountain, on economy and manners. There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well - or ill?...
...And in our time, when a man dies - if he has had wealth and influence and power and all the vestments that arouse envy, and after the living take stock of the dead man's property and his eminence and works and monuments - the question is still there: Was his life good or was it evil? - which is another way of putting Croesus's question. Envies are gone, and the measuring stick is: "Was he loved or was he hated? Is his death felt as a loss or does a kind of joy come from it?"
I remember clearly the deaths of three men. One was the richest man of the century, who, having clawed his way to wealth through the souls and bodies of men, spent many years trying to buy back the love he had forfeited and by that process performed great service to the world and, perhaps, had much more than balanced the evils of his rise. I was on a ship when he died. The news was posted on the bulletin board, and nearly everyone received the news with pleasure. Several said, "Thank God that son of a bitch is dead."
There was a man, smart as Satan, who, lacking some perception of human dignity and knowing all too well every aspect of human weakness and wickedness, used his special knowledge to warp men, to buy men, to bribe and threaten and seduce until he found himself in a position of great power. He clothed his motives in the name of virtue, and I have wondered whether he knew that no gift will ever buy back a man's love when you have removed his self-love. A bribed man can only hate his briber. When this man died the nation rang with praise and, just beneath, with gladness that he was dead.
There was a third man, who perhaps made many errors in performance but whose effective life was devoted to making men brave and dignified and good in a time when they were poor and frightened and when ugly forces were loose in the world to utilize those fears. This man was hated by the few. When he died the people burst into tears in the streets and their minds wailed, "What can we do now? How can we go on without him?"
In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.
We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly re-spawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
The best moments in life - the ones that make us think, appreciate, and embrace new ideas
April 12, 2015 at 01:45PM via Facebook
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Reminds me of a special someone who is always commenting on this ratio ...
April 07, 2015 at 10:18PM via Facebook
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Looking forward to Cinderella in a couple weeks and remembering how fun it was last year - gonna miss u Kimberly Griffin McKnight
April 05, 2015 at 10:20AM via Facebook
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Shout out to Carlos for holding a great pace today while we rocked 50!! You are hired!
April 04, 2015 at 05:24PM via Facebook
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
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