Letters to the Power Plant #70 — Team Building at Dell Computer Corporation

Power Plant Men

After I left the power plant and went to work for Dell on August 20, 2001, I wrote letters back to my friends at the plant letting them know how things were going.  This is the seventieth letter I wrote.  Keep in mind that at the time when I originally penned this letter I didn’t intend on it being posted online.

3/28/03  — Team Building at Dell Computer Corporation

Dear Soonerites (and Laterites),

Well.  It’s Friday afternoon, and a number of people around me are gone because they went to their “Team-builder” Activity today.  Gee.  My last team-builder must have been pretty boring.  I can’t even remember what it was.   —-  Oh yeah.  I looked it up in my Outlook calendar.  It was when we went to the “Adult Arcade” place and I sat in that “Electric chair”.  — No wonder I didn’t remember.

I remember now walking around for…

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How To Improve Your Physical, Mental, And Spiritual Health

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In the hustle and bustle of daily life, it can seem almost impossible to find the time to look out for Number One: Yourself. Creating a healthy lifestyle not only for your physical well being but for your mental and spiritual self, as well, can only benefit you in the long run. In this article, we will explore some simple changes that you can employ for a better, healthier you:

Your Physical Health

Start Eating Well: There’s nothing better for your health than making sure that you eat good food cooked from scratch. Convenience foods may be handy but they often contain more sodium and sugar than you should be eating, which can affect your fitness and moods. Start meal planning so you don’t get stuck for what you should have for lunch or dinner and make sure that you eat breakfast so you aren’t tempted to snack on candy…

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Celebrating International Women’s Day with poem, prompt and Peace Action celebration (San Mateo, CA)

THE POET BY DAY

Listen Child

I read a poem today and decided
I must deed it to some lost, lonely
fatherless child… to brace her
along her stony path …

Listen child, don’t forsake
your aspirations or buy the social OS
Just let this poem play you like a
musician her viola, reframing lonely
into solitude and sanctity
Let it wash you like the spray of whales
Let it drench your body in the music
of your soul, singing pure prana into
the marrow and margins of your life
Let your shaman soul name your muse
Discover the amethyst bliss of words
woven from strands of your own DNA

Yes! I read a poem today and decided
I must deed it to a lost fatherless child

© 2011, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes All rights reserved


WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT

As we celebrate International Women’s Day and our own lives, the lives of the…

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Lunch in Oceanfront Park

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I finished another read-through of Big Creek this morning.  We celebrated by picking up sandwiches at Subway and going to Oceanfront Park to eat them. There was a strong wind from the east so we found a table with a little protection from the mangroves.  This was our view:

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An older man and woman sat at the other table, but left after a few minutes.  We had the pavilion to ourselves.

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After eating, I walked out on the little pier and saw a huge patch of sea grass blown up against the shore.  This is a common thing here in the keys.  Depending on the wind, the grass will accumulate along the shore, in canals, and in marinas.  If it stays there too long, it will stink to high heaven when it rots. That is why our RV park canal has those ugly floating barriers and bubblers, to keep the…

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A Winter Walk in Old New England (Or, Down the Rabbit Hole)

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Winter in Vermont arrives early, and it hits hard.  Already there is a stubborn sheen of ice on my driveway, creating an adventure every time I drive down.  The meadow out behind the house, with its rolling hills and undulations, is an unbroken sea of pure white.  And the wind chills?  Let’s not even talk about the wind chills!

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I make no secret that winter is my least-favorite season.  People sometimes kid me about that.  “You live in Vermont, and you don’t like winter?” they say.  I reply that it’s not a big deal.  I love the spring, summer, and fall–three out of four seasons isn’t bad.  Nevertheless, winter in New England has a way of holding on, reluctant to let go.  Even in the brighter, milder months of March and April, winter digs in its heels, delaying the inevitable, resisting the birth of spring with every harsh gust of…

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