Hello:
To my astonishment, I found that there is a music album called (Memoirs of a common man) performed by the Australian rock band called (Antiskeptic), and was released on June 2002. So it was released after the inception of my blog with the same name in which I published my first post on the 8th of March 2002. Is it a coincidence?
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Solving a personal problem
Solving a personal problem
I am presenting here my own way to solve a personal problem in a very simple set of questions. So I presume one can ask him/herself these questions to find a relief from a trouble.
1. Is it a real problem or is it an illusion?
2. Why is it a problem?
3. Can I live with the problem as it is without trying to alter it?
4. Can the problem be thrown all together in the trash?
5. What are the elements of the problem?
6. How many ways are there to solve the problem?
7. What is the scenario for each solution?
8. What is the cost of every solution?
9. Is the solution permissible by local and international laws?
10. Is the solution acceptable socially?
11. Is the solution offending to family members?
12. Is the solution troubling to colleagues?
13. Is the solution realistic or idealistic?
14. Are there unwanted side effects to the solution?
15. Will be any collateral damage with the solution?
16. Is the solution painful?
17. Will the solution be considered an error in the future?
18. Can a time frame be drawn for the solution?
19. Who can help?
20. Can a specified plan of action be implemented?
21. What is the alternative solution if the first one fails?
22. What are the marks of success of the solution?
23. Are there shortcuts for speedy success?
24. When to stop thinking about the problem?
25. When to consider the dossier closed?
I am presenting here my own way to solve a personal problem in a very simple set of questions. So I presume one can ask him/herself these questions to find a relief from a trouble.
1. Is it a real problem or is it an illusion?
2. Why is it a problem?
3. Can I live with the problem as it is without trying to alter it?
4. Can the problem be thrown all together in the trash?
5. What are the elements of the problem?
6. How many ways are there to solve the problem?
7. What is the scenario for each solution?
8. What is the cost of every solution?
9. Is the solution permissible by local and international laws?
10. Is the solution acceptable socially?
11. Is the solution offending to family members?
12. Is the solution troubling to colleagues?
13. Is the solution realistic or idealistic?
14. Are there unwanted side effects to the solution?
15. Will be any collateral damage with the solution?
16. Is the solution painful?
17. Will the solution be considered an error in the future?
18. Can a time frame be drawn for the solution?
19. Who can help?
20. Can a specified plan of action be implemented?
21. What is the alternative solution if the first one fails?
22. What are the marks of success of the solution?
23. Are there shortcuts for speedy success?
24. When to stop thinking about the problem?
25. When to consider the dossier closed?
Sunday, October 29, 2006
The half-lit street
My first English poem :
Yesterday, it was Saturday 28th of October 2006, I wrote my first English poem. I hope it will have some standard, and it is only the beginning. Here it is :
The half-lit street
In the half-lit street, a small man walks prudently
Not misanthropic, not shy but he is a fearful guy
Shunning faces, avoiding eyes as civility implies
Yet piercing eyes invade him and his heart cries
In the half-lit street, the small man walks lonely
Not psychopath, not mad but he is a thoughtful guy
Preferring quietness, loving flowers and butterflies
Yet he is not fitting in his existence so he sadly sighs
In the half-lit street, the small man walks silently
Not snob, not brewing evil but he is a wise guy
Analyzing his bad deeds and mistakes that everybody denies
Yet he knows that he is weak and poor so he tells white lies
In the half-lit street, the small man walks lightly
Not defying gravity, not slimming but he is a modest guy
Asking why some play rough but are really weaker than flies
Yet he endeavors to struggle and pulls himself from the plies
In the half-lit street, the small man walks expectantly
Not lazy, not complacent but he is a perplexed guy
Welcoming any humane move and tend to bolster ties
Yet he stumbles, gets cuts but soon the oozing wound dries
In the half-lit street, the small man walks happily
Not crazy, nor lunatic but he is an optimistic guy
Growing older, partially rejected but he fiercely tries
Yet he is wondering will life smile to him before he dies
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Yesterday, it was Saturday 28th of October 2006, I wrote my first English poem. I hope it will have some standard, and it is only the beginning. Here it is :
The half-lit street
In the half-lit street, a small man walks prudently
Not misanthropic, not shy but he is a fearful guy
Shunning faces, avoiding eyes as civility implies
Yet piercing eyes invade him and his heart cries
In the half-lit street, the small man walks lonely
Not psychopath, not mad but he is a thoughtful guy
Preferring quietness, loving flowers and butterflies
Yet he is not fitting in his existence so he sadly sighs
In the half-lit street, the small man walks silently
Not snob, not brewing evil but he is a wise guy
Analyzing his bad deeds and mistakes that everybody denies
Yet he knows that he is weak and poor so he tells white lies
In the half-lit street, the small man walks lightly
Not defying gravity, not slimming but he is a modest guy
Asking why some play rough but are really weaker than flies
Yet he endeavors to struggle and pulls himself from the plies
In the half-lit street, the small man walks expectantly
Not lazy, not complacent but he is a perplexed guy
Welcoming any humane move and tend to bolster ties
Yet he stumbles, gets cuts but soon the oozing wound dries
In the half-lit street, the small man walks happily
Not crazy, nor lunatic but he is an optimistic guy
Growing older, partially rejected but he fiercely tries
Yet he is wondering will life smile to him before he dies
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Sunday, October 22, 2006
Blog remembered!
Hello!
I have really forgotten my blog and thought as if it has been wiped out or just even not existed virtually . But today when I was talking to a friend at work , our conversation drifted by chance to the ( Weblog ) phenomenon , and I remembered instantaneously my deserted blog . So I am here today again typing a new post and hope to get some feedback . The problem is that no one of my acquaintances knows or cares about blogging , so I am really disappointed as there appears to be no traffic to this site . May be someday , someone will answer this message in a bottle thrown in the large Internet sea . Let's cross our fingers !
I have really forgotten my blog and thought as if it has been wiped out or just even not existed virtually . But today when I was talking to a friend at work , our conversation drifted by chance to the ( Weblog ) phenomenon , and I remembered instantaneously my deserted blog . So I am here today again typing a new post and hope to get some feedback . The problem is that no one of my acquaintances knows or cares about blogging , so I am really disappointed as there appears to be no traffic to this site . May be someday , someone will answer this message in a bottle thrown in the large Internet sea . Let's cross our fingers !
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