Heroes...

Ever wonder why a TV show called Heroes can become the most popular thing going?

Why now? Why this generation?

We will talk more and more about this... but the first question I have is Who is your favorite hero (or heroine)? I wanna know!

I'm finding that I love the rugged western outlaw type that plays both side of the law and determines his own brand of "justice"...hmmmm sounds similar to me...

I wonder if we all live our lives vicariously through our hero... or if the hero lives his life vicariously through us?

I watched the new tv show 3 lbs last night. I really like the show... but it was missing something. For me it wasn't believable... it was too perfect. It's like the 1st Matrix that Mr. Smith talked about that was utopian and perfect... yet everyone rejected it.

The doc just tells the patient her chances of living and dying and click she decides to do it. (the surgery involved stopping her heart) ... ok I don't care how much faith I have in doc... I'm gonna think about that one for a minute! It seemed like a tv show and not like real life. The odd thing is that there are alot of details that would make it more like real life that I don't mind it leaving out ... like the woman having to shave her head for surgery and those kinds of things my mind just lets them slip by and doesn't have an issue with... but the accuracy of the emotion ... that peeves me.

I guess I wondered a touch from just "heroes" but the point is that I think we find metaphors of our life on tv. I've heard accusations that we live vicariously through tv but I think the real danger is that TV lives vicariously through us. So the "decrepit" state of television today is merely a mild reflection of the reality that is us. .... scary thought.

PS I still want to know your favorite superhero.... I was always a Batman fan myself (or Spawn).

Idle Time

paul said...

24 hours in a day. 7 days in a week. 52 weeks in a year. How many years in a life? How much living in a life? How much idle time, conversation and action? Can you afford it? Idle always seemed innocent to me until I dug in a bit. I think it may be one of the greatest enemies we as people will ever face. It's like AIDS or cancer. It's a silent killer.

Def: Idle–adjective
1. not working or active; unemployed; doing nothing
2. not spent or filled with activity
3. not in use or operation; not kept busy
4. habitually doing nothing or avoiding work
5. of no real worth, importance, or significance
6. having no basis or reason; baseless; groundless
7. frivolous; vain
8. meaningless; senseless
9. futile; unavailing

Thanks Paul for this fantastic reminder and for posting! I look forward to many more!

SWAMPED!!!`

Swamped!!! HELP!!! I NEED WRITERS!!!

I'm sure you have noticed the recent drop in frequency of posts here at change addicts. I apologize repeatedly for not getting more posts up, but I have been swamped! More time wasters at work and more meetings when I'm not at work!

I need writers. Many of you frequently contribute fantastic comments and I want to encourage you to go one step further. Please... even if you don't think you are a good writer... post to me! I would love to see a bounty of ideas flow through this place.

It's in the group supply... not in mine alone. So either post as a comment to this post, or contact me at kenhendrix24@hotmail.com and I will add you as a contributer. Thanks again for listening and I can't wait to hear your thoughts and ideas.

What stifles passion?

What Stifles Passion?

- A lack of release.
- Confining Structure (physical, situational, and emotional).
- Fear.
- Someone else seizing the moment.
- Routines.
- Too big of a place.
- We say we don’t want the one man show, yet we never make room for anything else.
- A lack of site and purpose.
- A lack of size of vision (understanding of the size).
- Too many people for “too” small a task.
- A lack of direction. Targets are required.
- Aspiration without activation.
- A lack of importance.

Who made violence bad?

Who made violence bad?

Ever thought about it? I guess we should start by defining violence...

According to dictionary.com

vi‧o‧lence  [vahy-uh-luhns] –noun
1. swift and intense force: the violence of a storm.

There are 2 critical pieces of information in this definition.

It is a noun.... violence is a noun! It is not an action... Often violence creates images of actions that we often associate with violence, but those are seperate actions. They are not violence.

Secondly it is swift and intense force. It is a noun that is swift and intense. Boy doesn't that rock your thoughts of violent people.

For me it clarified what it means for me to BE VIOLENT. The bible says that since the time of John the Baptist the Kingdom of God suffereth violence, but the Violent TAKE IT BY FORCE.

Therefore, if I am going to truly be a radical agent of the kingdom, then I must BE, not momentarily in action... but I must be (a noun is a being thing) a SWIFT & INTENSE FORCE!

Are you violent enough? Are you swift and intense? Or are just some of your actions swift and intense?

One difference in the Islamics and the Buddhist, is that they have figured out how to BE violent, not just ACT violent. They ARE swift and intense! You cannot seperate them from it!

ARE you swift and intense? ARE YOU VIOLENT?

Ruling the world can be a depressing job

Sometimes it is easy to fall into a funk. And not the cool kind from the 70's, but the kind that boxes you in, gets you into or out of your groove. Sometimes getting into your groove is a problem and other times it's getting out of your groove that's a problem.

So let me start by apologizing for the inconsistent posts from last week. I've been FUNKY hahaha.

I guess sometimes knowing you should be ruling the world and having to sit and answer phones at a seemingly dead end job seems a little pointless. Don't know if you've been there or not but it can be a difficult place... Enough of my pity party and on to changing the world.

I have a question... and you will hear alot about this in weeks to come.

What makes Islam such a rampant and viable religion?
Hint: It Ain't 40 virgins waiting in heaven!


What makes Buddhism and Zen the Religion of Thinking Leaders?
Hint: It ain't a little fat man with 3 eyes!


What makes Christianity the slowest growing (in the U.S.) of all of the major religions?
Hint: It might have something to do with "the reason you get saved is to go to heaven"!


Let me hear what you think!
And if you don't comment I'm hunting you down ... you will regret it LOL!

Back In Da' Day

The following is an interlude from the mind of Vickie Bowman.

BACK IN DA’ DAY . . .

Change- such a sweet & innocent word . . . until its required of you!

My life has never been completely without the hardships of change. For example, as a pre-teen I had myself convinced that was going to die of cancer. Yep, that’s right. I was sure that I had two painful, malignant tumors growing & eating painfully away at my bodacious body. Imagine the headache my mama had trying to convince me that it was just puberty & hormones, developmental change, running its course so that I could have breasts. Who knew?

But change wasn’t always such a devastating event. In fact, my whole life took a one hundred-and-eighty degree turn the year of 1996. I was an intelligent & beautiful eleven year old, and believe it or not, eleven was a HUGE year for me. I had decided prior to starting school that year [as a seventh grader] that nothing was worth anything! According to statistics, since I was a young African American girl raised by her single-parent mother in the middle of a low-income community, I was bound to be delinquent & pregnant by the age of seventeen. My biological father didn’t want me, so surely I wasn’t worth anything. My uncle was sexually abusing me for the seventh year in a row, so surely Hell was lined up around the corner waiting to take a stab at me. “What’s the use?!” & “Why try?” were my new approaches to life. Needless to say, that in addition to the sudden flood of hormones & confusion Middle School served, I was- in a nut-shell- a HOT MESS!

Did it stay that way? Yep, for about a month & then it seemed as if God flipped a switch that year & in came “The People,” a group of individuals that influenced great change in my life simply by caring, supporting & not pitying me. This team consisted of five major people- my Mama, the CEO & my consistent support at home, Marie Hendrix, the coolest lady with a gray afro I’d ever met in my life & the consistent support at church, & three school teachers, my consistent source of support at school: Lucy Floyd, my science teacher, Tammy Bellamy, my language arts teacher & Mr. Meadors, my social studies teacher. Each day with them, the “woe is me” attitude I’d started the year with desolated as a glimmer of hope begin to flicker in me concerning my future. After a few months, the glimmer turned into a glow that overshadowed the grim circumstances I faced. However, they didn’t disappear, though. My father still wanted nothing to do with me. Statistics stuck with the “hard, cold truth.” And, none of them, including my mother, knew anything about the sexual abuse I endured throughout the entire school year. Some how, those thing didn’t matter anymore & the process of change I though was killing at one point in my life, proved to be a life saver & stepping stone to the success I am today.

What about you guys? We’re all addicts of change, but at what point in your life did you become addicted to change? When were you marked by change? Who & what influenced you?