CURTAIN FALLS FOR BLOG

Hello fans,

This post is the final here at Mosaic Musings, a project we began eight months ago. Blogging has been such a rewarding experience and has enabled me to see the potential of social medium in building a community of readers from around the globe.

However, as a result of emerging new priorities, I am compelled to retire the blog. I would like to thank all the visitors who stopped by every now and then. A big thanks to my ardent fans who signed up and those who took time to post comments. I sincerely hope that all of you found value in the postings, as I did.

Bye bye.... for now.

Moe

SUNNY DAY

It's a lovely Friday afternoon and the sun is out... what about a tune to match it all.
moe

Ladysmith Black Mambazo & Dolly Parton

Hello people. Today I thought of throwing in some music featuring a collaboration between Ladysmith Black Mambazo and Dolly Parton in an all-time favorite "knockin' on Heaven's Door". Happy Easter!

Moe.


Knockin' On Heaven's Door By Dolly Parton by Wrestlegameshow

TIPS FOR MEN FROM A MAN

First off, a disclaimer: I am not an expert on things fashion, but I try to be styl-ish.  I know fashion changes from season to season can be difficult to keep up with and that's why I set out to simplify the whole thing with a list of essentials that, in my opinion, are fundamental for men. don't aim to be the impeccable, manscaped who knows me knows that I should be the last person to give anyone tips on fashion and lifestyle. My fashion sense, or lack thereof, hasn't advanced beyond two tips that I picked from an old friend in the 80s (and we all know the eighties were really bad years for fashion). He said, " Always wear clothes that you can fit in and always wear socks that match."

So rather than pretend I can write on the subject, I decided to borrow what one of the fashion industry leaders thinks is essential for men- Over to you Tom Ford, enlighten us.. and gentlemen, please take notes .

212 - The Extra Degree Movie

The 212° concept is one of the most powerful communication ideas I have seen in a long time.The idea originated with Sam Parker and Mac Anderson and I thought it would be nice to share it. If you are not familiar, here's the idea:

At 211 degrees...water is hot.
At 212 degrees...it boils.
And with boiling water, comes steam.
And steam can power a locomotive.
And, it's that one extra degree that...
Makes all the difference.
So many times, in business and in life, it's that one extra degree of effort that separates the good from the great.
What I love about the 212° idea is that you can use it to fit your own needs. It may be 212° service that you'd like to reinforce, or 212° attitude, leadership, or quality. Or maybe, you'll choose to build your entire lifestyle around the 212° concept...to differentiate you from the crowd.
The real beauty of 212° is the simplicity of the idea. Once explained...everybody gets it. And once you get it...it's hard to forget!
To see the 212° video clip. Click on the link below.
212 - The Extra Degree Movie

SUNRISE IN PARADISE

Three score years and ten we were given

as it is in the ninetieth psalm written

but paradise couldn't wait to have you

flew away before we could bid  you adieu

Days roll into months, and now a year

fondly speak of you- your memory dear-

of your compassionate, generous heart

that lessons of kindness did to us impart

Though the evening may have come too soon

we rejoice knowing with saints you commune

and thank God for the days we together spend

calling you daughter, sister and friend

We accept His will with eyes a-teary

yet our hearts are not a-weary

For death's sting was long removed

when the Christ was hanged in Calvary

YOU ARE HIRED!!!!!!

This fall, 30 year old Liza Mucheru-Wisner is a contestant on NBC’s “The Apprentice” Season 10 with Donald Trump.  

Liza is a graduate of Texas A&M University-Corpus Christ with a B.S. in Computer Science and an M.S. in Educational Technology.

Watch Liza on The Apprentice on NBC every Thursday at 10/9C 

Best wishes Liza. We are proud of you.

IF YOU MISSED HALLOWEEN..

I must confess I am an ardent theatre enthusiast so the prospect of a nice, entertaining Friday evening at the University of La Verne's Dailey Theatre was ... just what I needed to escape from the realities of the week.The play being staged was Ann Jellicoe's The Sport of my Mad Mother and I was hoping against hope that it would be one of those escapist bedroom farces that tickle one throughout a performance. (who needs a tragedy to begin their weekend?) So I went with my $ 3, the charge was actually $5 but I negotiated like a true "son of the soil" to gain admission. I sat next to a bored gentleman who looked like he needed a serious dose of humour so I made a mental note to check back with him  to see if his face would have lit up a bit after the play. Halfway through the first act, I noticed that the man was restless in his chair and was letting out suppressed grunts. It was evident that he hated the play. In fact, it wasn't just him. Nearly half of the entire audience looked lost and bewildered by the performance. As for me, I tried to make out some meaning from it but was well worn out by the beginning of the third act.It was like watching the movie Inception playing backwards! Anyhow, there was the other half of the audience who seemed genuinely thrilled and absorbed in the performance, occasionally laughing at a joke. Which can only mean one thing: No matter how absurd your "thing" is, you will always have some fans.
As for the bored man who had sat next to me at the beginning of the play, he couldn't endure it any more and left during the first interval.. or who knows whether he did not mistakenly think the play was over? 

 P.S The Sport of my Mad Mother runs tonight Sat 20 from 7.30 p.m at the ULV Dailey Theatre. The final performance will be tomorrow Sun beginning 2 p.m. And be sure to carry the full ticket charge with you unless you possess extraordinary negotiation skills.

A RANDOM ENCOUNTER IN THE CONVENIENCE STORE

It's early morning and I am pacing up and down the aisles of the convenience store in the neighborhood trying to locate the stationery section. A middle aged African American lady hobbles towards me. "You act like you feelin' cold" says she.
"It's quite chilly in here, madam" I reply
"You mus' be from Sahara or some other planet coz it ain't chilly yet- where d'you come from anyways?"
"Kenya, it's a country in..." I try to explain but peering she interrupts,
"I know Kenya, at least I dated a man fom Kenya back in the day" she says still with that suspicious look- "In fact, you look just like him, only a little thinner." I frown at that unflattering description and ask her what happened with him. She chuckles and placing one hand on my arm she says "He ran away." I try to make light of the situation by reminding her that "running" is what Kenyans are famous for. We are constanly running away from spouses, girlfriends, school, lions and I even seem to remember a certain Kenyan who ran for presidency in the US.. and won!

SO YOU WANNA BE A MARINE BIOLOGIST

One FAQ we encounter earlier in life is what we would like to be when we grow up (if we ever grow up). Needless to say,  the dream job market has changed considerably since you were asked that question. The best clues of how attitudes about some jobs have changed over the years can be seen in the young who no longer seem too interested in becoming teachers, scientists, researchers and such jobs as we regarded highly some years back.Talking to kids today, they know exactly what they want and are  making bold utterances  like "I wanna be a millionaire" or rock stars and NBA players. You also have to admire the conviction of this generation in their future vocation.

Which takes me to us, the older generation us. We dreamed of becoming pilots, doctors, lawyers and engineers- so how did we do? Are we actually doing what we planned or did we settle for less than our aspirations? As for me, I kind of fall in the group of those that did not become what they wanted. I remember my father taking me to see a doctor when I was 9 years and from then the job of treating people made quite an impression on me. I gave up being a doctor after Biology classes proved a total disaster for me. I toyed with the idea of engineering but I couldn't understand a word  my physics teacher spoke thus my passion for engineering fizzled as my grade dropped. When I was bored with class, I  passed the time drawing caricatures of teachers ( a habit I no longer practice). The doodling turned out to be quite remarkable and one teacher, upon catching me in the very act, encouraged me to be an artist in the future.But not before warning me that all artists he knew became rich after they died, a luxury I was not particularly keen on pursuing. I then thought of becoming a jazz musician- not because I loved jazz music, but because I couldn't sing properly. I figure you don't have to be a good singer to be a great jazz musician. Even Louis Armstrong got away with that defect! That too I gave up. So what did I eventually settle for? Well, being of the old-school persuasion, I am neither a rock star or basketball player, I  decided to go back to school in the hopes I may become a teacher (they call me The Swift Teacher for a reason, you know). I am probably three and a half  years away from that dream but you never know.. if my track record of shifting goals is anything to go by, I wouldn't quote me if I were you.



(