Articles tagged with: healthy living

Observations »

2 May 2009 | 8 Comments
One Small Step

Friday night is finally here. As usual, I am exhausted and completely drained and feel the need to write a few words to get my energy back. First, earlier this week my son taught me another lesson already learned many times. After much thought he decided to spend his entire savings of almost $100 on a Lego Star Wars kit with over 900 pieces…

Experiences »

28 Apr 2009 | 4 Comments
Live Free or Die

After spending a few days in the mountains of the neighboring state with the distinguished motto “Live Free or Die,” we are back to our daily routines. The mountains and the fresh air seem to have certain healing powers… well at least for the mind and the spirit. Spending time with the family was definitely a treat forcing me to count my blessings more than once during the trip. Upon our return, I found the usual giant stack of blog posts, hundreds of e-mails, news articles and the never-ending list of projects waiting for me. One step at a time, one task and project at a time, I’ll get these completed as usual…

Experiences »

19 Mar 2009 | One Comment

Please read this book from the Bible. It may take you 20 minutes. If you haven’t read this recently, please read it. You will not regret it. Recent reading of it hit the spot for me so I pasted the entire book below. I welcome your comments, as always.

Thoughts »

16 Feb 2009 | 3 Comments
Money And The Game

After years of focusing on nano-economics (too small to call it micro) of my little family, I went on a pleasant trip down the macro-economics lane today. At the end of it I realized that I must have slept through the undergraduate class on Federal Reserve monetizing the nation’s debt because I was “surprised” to see almost a trillion dollars of Treasury obligations on the asset side of the Fed’s balance sheet…

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31 Jan 2009 | 9 Comments
My Little Ship

The year before my mother passed away, she taught my son a song about a little boy and his toy ship. Every time I hear the song (“Im pokrik navak” here), I remember my childhood. I remember my mother and her words here and there that in hindsight seem to all have had a purpose. She would sometimes make a comment about something that seemed irrelevant or unimportant at the time…