Lean @ MindSay 
Heed the path that led me to that place,
Yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon,
I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June,
When movin' through Kashmir...
And with this entry I shall conclude this week that occurred at some point in the early part of the Twenty-first Century...
This week's observations: be very concerned when a manager at your primary place of employment tells you that because we are Lean we don't know what we are doing from day to day. On one of my Web sites I wrote extensively on the joys of Lean, but one subject that I did not touch upon was the fact that being Lean makes one stupid. I shall have to explore this deeper at some point in the future and add it to the Manifesto...
Later today I have the privilege to drive for four or so hours (depending upon how the storm fronts decide to strike the mountains that I will be driving through) and eat dinner with a bunch of well off folks - folks making six figures and up. There is no sarcasm attached to the fact that it will be a privilege to eat with them...
Which brings me to the fact that I need to have more faith in my abilities at my secondary career. If I could rip some of the faith I have in my writing abilities away and stick it to my secondary career, I think I could be eating with them more often. Yes, I do indeed have faith in my writing abilities for I know how to write and I can write a great deal even if I have absolutely nothing to write about. Attending the University of Phoenix taught me one thing about myself and that is the fact that 1,500 words per week on any given subject is nothing. And being part of the Mindsay Poetry Challenge re-enforced that fact about myself for I think with every ounce of brain capacity I have that I may have been the only person who completed each and every one of them...
A summation of the week that was: have faith in my abilities at doing my secondary career, drive a long distance too eat with rich folks, and the concept of Lean in a manufacturing environment makes one stupid...
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This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
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So ive been looking all on the net for a decent pic of MJ so i can make a wallpaper for a mate, and I cant believe how much shit there is giveing him crap. I know I cant be totally sure if he did the things the "media" says, and its fair weird to sleep in the same bed as a kid who isnt related towards ya, but seriously give him a break. He had such a shitty life. Im not saying its ok for him to be fucked up and everyone elses needs to be in his respected rate for it to be ok, hell no that shit is fucked up, but im sure hes realised that wat he was doing was completely weird, and wants to fix it without the media watching him.
anyway, I recon MJ is an awesome singer, and the best dancer ive ever seen (not usher, not chris brown, not Justin timberlake) and ive always tryed to do his moves. My favourites were the moonwalk, which i can kind of do, his robot techinques, no one can do it aswell as he, and this really awesome mover, the 45 degree lean, which always takes my breath away. I knew it would have to be impossible for him to do it himself, and mistakenly found proof. its like a pair of shoes that keep your balance, but still need to have athletic legs for it to work properly, as u see with the backup dancer in the left corner :). OK hes not like an idol, but back in the 80's, he was a massive champ
http://www.smooth-criminal.com/the-professor-45.htm
I thought i was getting alot better with it but seriously why cant i shake the whole jealousy thing. i have come along way with it, and i am working on it when i feel a spell come on, but i just wish i could make it disappear. my baby gets frustrated with me when she can tell i get what i call a spell, but she deals with it and assures me everytime that there is nothing to worry about. thats one of the millions of things i love abot her. she can get me through anything and i usually dont like to lean on anyone but i can lean on here for support when needed.
so as i sit here after the softball game i just played, with my arm throbing in pain from the tendons in the elbow,and the ibeprophen kicking in i just want to admit one of my weekness' and let my sugarbutt know that i will never question your love your loyalty and know that we will be together forever.