Get together
We recently watched the movie “The Dish” again.  I really recommend it if you haven’t seen it.  It’s about the largest antenna in the southern hemisphere, situated in Parkes, Australia, and the role it played in relaying the images and transmissions from the first moon landing.  It’s very funny, but more than that, it reminded me again what an enormous feat putting a man on the moon was. Here’s the trailer: One of the songs in the movie is this one, and it’s been making me happy ever since… C’mon people now,

Failure or Success?
Do you ever feel that you are simply doomed to fail?  Or if not exactly “doomed”, then certainly “more than likely” to fail? I used to believe that.  I wasn’t conscious of that fact, but yes, that was my belief and it had a few friends – “I’m not good enough”, “I don’t deserve…”, “I’m a quitter”, “I’m fundamentally flawed” and ̶

Diabetes: You Have a Choice
It was World Diabetes Day last Saturday and  it generated quite a lot of discussion in the blogging world.  Yet, in most cases, the emphasis was on managing diabetes, not reversing it. The problem with managing diabetes is that diabetes is a degenerative disease, meaning that it gets worse and worse over time.  That means more drugs, more symptoms and more related diseases.  The cost over a few decades can be astronomical and you will still have diabetes. Why do we develop diabetes?  In a nutshell because we live a lifestyle that supports diabetes.  When you take away the things (foods and habits) that diabetes needs in order to exist and thrive in a body, yo

Let her cry
About 10 years ago I worked with a rather strange girl who, when the day was especially fraught and hectic, would say, “I think I’ll have a good cry when I get home this evening“. Our boss used to mock that statement (behind her back), saying that it’s stupid to schedule a cry.  Always anxious for approval, I would echo the sentiment.  The girl was obviously one sandwich short of a picnic. I was wrong. She may well have been emotionally healthier than

Laying the tracks
One of my favorite movies is Under the Tuscan Sun.  I love everything about it, but especially the part where Frances bemoans the fact that she’s renovating a house for a life she doesn’t have.  Signor Martini tells her: Signora, between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train t