Monday, April 14, 2008

Blogging Therapy


So many have told me what an awesome experience blogging is, and will be, and that I should treat it as some sort of therapy. What? Am I going to experience some out of body experience? Will my fingers relay a sensation to the rest of my body as I type while simultaneously experiencing pleasure beyond comprehension? Will I solve the worlds problems and in doing so create world peace and harmony, the likes of which haven't been seen since the 70's and LSD? Wait...wait...I think....there it is...oh yeah....uh huh...now I'm feeling it...pshhh!

I think not...

The thing about blogging is that I get to add my voice, thoughts (little as they may be), and opinions to a myriad of other voices all clamoring to be heard, or rather read by a world desperate for yet another opinion. I love the phrase that says, "Opinions are like assholes; everybody has one"! Well this asshole is adding another voice in the crowd. Well sort of...you know what I mean. I mean, my asshole really isn't going to say anything. Well, not in so many words. 

Come to think of it, I do feel much better now that we've cleared the air...ha! Of course the downside of blogging is the fact that anything you write could ultimately come back and bite you in the aforementioned ass. But as long as you keep it clean, all will be well with the world. I look forward to more blogging and less discussion of my ass.

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Friday, April 11, 2008

Gotta have FRIENDS!

Ok so shoot me for being a tad sentimental this evening. It's cold, overcast, and a Friday night and I'm at home enjoying some rare quiet time before the evening's festivities. 

A little reflection on the importance of good friends. I'm not talking about those who you text now and again or even instant message here and there. I'm not talking about those that you may run into at Wal-Mart or at the local pub. I'm not talking about those who offer polite smiles and haphazard glances and simply wave as they continue to carry on with their very busy social schedules. I'm not talking about those that offer you something in return for your friendship. I'm not talking about the ones that take and take and take and never seem to have the wherewithal to give back. I'm definitely not talking about those who have the loveliest of facial expressions until the moment you turn your back and find a blunt medal object stuck in it.
 
I'm talking about those with whom you "do life". I'm talking about those that you call when your hamster dies and you need to cry like a kid whose just lost his best friend. I'm talking about those who will stand up and defend  you even when you are wrong. I'm talking about those that carry your burden even when you never asked them to. I'm talking about someone who cares despite personal objection or open ridicule. I'm talking about the ones who tell you that you're a jerk and love you in spite of it. I'm talking about those who laugh with you so hard that beer shoots out of every orifice...and then laughs about that. I'm talking about someone who knows the secret language and hand shake, if you have one!

If you have even just one of the good ones, you're lucky. I have them and even if I had a hamster and it died, I know that I could pick up a phone and they would cry with me. Of course then we would have some beers and laugh about it until it was coming out of every orifice. Then we'd laugh about that.

That is all...

A picture of my Wee (Wii)

I know you were expecting something quite different with this but seriously people, move on! I have become entranced by this little thing. With wi-fi connections, internets browsing, tennis, and old school super mario brothers, why would I ever need to leave my room. I can even play with other peoples Wii's all over the world....how exciting. 

Growing up I was never a huge gamer. I did have a short stint with a super mario brother but never really understood the whole industry. I mean come on, for christmas one year I got a typewriter and was so excited I almost cried. So the idea of paying an exorbitant amount of dinero for a gaming system was foreign to me. However, on a recent trip to the land of the Indians, Florida, I was introduced to my friends Wii....and his Wii bit me and from then on I was hooked. I am now hoping that my Wii excites others so much that they go buy and begin to play with their own Wii. And with all our Wii's out there it truly can be a small world after all!

That is all...

EAG


My buddy Eduardo is an incredible talent. His short films are smokin' and his photography is breathtaking. He is first and foremost an artist and will hit the world stage someday.  Check him out!


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SAY WHAT?


For some strange reason I was fascinated by this story. It really sends your senses reeling.  I mean, it's like being told not to stare but you can't help yourself. For some, this is a grotesque fairground sideshow....I can see the picket lines now already forming outside the hospital where he/she will give birth. For others, it poses some deep questions about society, faith. 

I first was made aware of Thomas Beatie by another blog spot and then simply HAD to watch on Oprah the Great. To be honest, I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around this one. A woman who doesn't want to be a woman, so she becomes a man, legally. Now I understand the whole transgender thing....well I say understand...but I should clarify. I am a man and have never felt the need to be a woman...well except for that one weekend in....but I digress. But seriously, I can grasp the concept of transgender as a generic statement. All of it's evolutions can be rather maddening at times and this particular gestation has me all in a quandary. What I can't figure out is Mr. Beatie, in his need to become a man, allows for the option of children and using his womb as the surrogate for life....that was a tough sentence to write. The idea of wanting to be a man yet finding it a "human want" to have children. I agree that men and women alike want children but I, for one, have never had an urge to birth a child. And how that might happen sounds rather painful....I wouldn't bounce back from that sort of thing! The line seems to be blurry here and I'm simply looking for clarification. 

Believe me, I'm the last to judge on things like this. It just seems to me that if you want to be a man then be a man....scratch, spit, belch, do cross stitch, learn to play an instrument, decorate your living room, bake a cake...you know, all those things that make a man a man. If you want to be a woman then be a woman and all those things like playing softball, shopping at home depot, etc. But creating a new hybrid species should be left to the car manufacturers and not mankind.

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VACATION




So I'm on vacation. Well I'm not in some exotic location. I opted to remain here, the conservative bastion of the west...and no, I won't be touring Focus on the Family! Interesting thing about vacations when you don't go anywhere...it's kinda boring actually. At least if I were at some exotic location I would be out and about discovering new cultures, new ways of life...I miss India. But alas, I'm here. I've caught up on spring cleaning...on laundry...and on relationships gone astray...I miss my illegitimate children! The sad part about this whole vacation thing is that none of my peeps, or for you less socially adept and hip people, my friends, aren't available to play during the day. So I'm left with nothing else to do but to play with my Wii (thats pronounced wee...as in the noise one makes going down a hill....wee). And for those with a depraved mind, it is a gaming system of the lineage of Nintendo. I have become quite good at it....I miss my mind! 

This weekend should prove to be a hoot. I don't have to be up on Sunday morning this week so the entire weekend is mine to do with as I see fit. I don't think strip clubs will be involved but one never knows! Oh come on, I'm just kidding....I miss my stripper! I tried stripping once...I miss college!

Well all in all it's been a good week thus far. It's only snowed and been overcast everyday except one and that was the day I worked half a day. The weather man said it should be in the 60's and 70's by Monday. By frackin Monday! Fracking is a derivative of a commonly used american expletive generally associated with those familiar with Battlestar Galactica. Its usage is much the same as its american counterpart.  For example, "Holy frack that's huge!" or "That's not my fracking fault your husband is fracking his secretary's boyfriend!" And so on and so forth.

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Failing Spectacularly!




I have to say that the current democratic primary process seems to be dragging on quite a bit longer than other contests in recent memory. But in reality, and in historical perspective, not really. I hear, all the time, that the bitter snipping between Hill and Bama will cause irrefutable damage to the democratic party and consequently cause a defeat in the coming general election. And, of course, the cries are not few who believe all would be solved if the Hill would simply and gracefully bow out and acquiesce to a younger, hipper democratic nominee. At least that is what the pundits have to say. My sense of the matter...NONSENSE! 

I must first point out that I have been an ardent supporter of the Hill. It's rather ironic as I was not a fan of the Bill. I'm not sure why, but the moment that the Hill announced plans to run for NY Senator I was a fan; kind of a ballsy move if you ask me. She, in many ways, redefined the role of "first lady". She did away with many of the held, stereotypical notions of an elite party socialite picking the next set of china for the blue room of the white house. This is certainly not meant to lessen the very important and strategic role of the first lady. Many, of whom, had very worthy causes that their position and stature allowed them to make a real difference. I could mention a few and show off my historical prowess but that would be very much off the subject at hand (maybe in another blog, if you like). But the Hill went beyond social protocol and finding her own "just say no" slogan. She, with the help and support of the Bill, cut to the chase and grabbed at an opportunity to impact millions...healthcare. She failed miserably. History can show us where she failed, how she failed, and why she failed. Regardless of the brutal nature that is modern day politics, what we remember is that she failed. But what a spectacular failure it was! I'm reminded of the phrase, "It is better to fail spectacularly than succeed with mediocrity". We all remember, "Just Say NO!". I know that has come in handy for me when tempted with the likes of drugs and sex and alcohol consumption and... just say no! Right. Even if it was the eighties, how naive. Healthcare was tackled in the first two years of the Clinton administration. Whatever you think of the Hill, one can never say she simply baked cookies and picked out china patterns. (Nothing against those who do....I happen to enjoy both of those activities, but I digress.)

Fast forward nearly two decades. Two terms in the white house, healthcare failure, "I never had sex with that woman" scandal, impeachment hearings, two terms as Senator from NY, and now, what used to be billed as an inevitable road to the white house, the Hill is in the fight of her life. I have to be honest, things don't look good for her in part, due to a nation swept up in a fervor of hope, swooning speeches, and white guilt while some if not most of the fault laid sole at her feet. She made some critical errors and had some lapses in judgement and quite frankly, just plain old good common sense. In a normal and more perfect world, save for race cards and gender inequalities, there would be no doubt or question in a line up of the Hill and the Bama, as to who is the more qualified and who would be the better president. But all things are not equal. Hill had the momentum, she had the clout, she had the money, but out of no where comes this "youngin" who has usurped her place in history and will, more than likely, beat her in the bid for the nomination. What happened? What went wrong? I can't point out a single narrative that would explain the fall from grace. I don't think the snipper infested, run for your lives Bosnia story helped at all. In fact, that is where even I, as the aforementioned ardent supporter, began to dangle and dip my feet in the waters outside the boat. 


One can never say of the Hill that she does anything with mediocre intent and a lacksidasicle approach to life. On the contrary, she does life BIG and on a scale most of us will never be able to imagine. I'm not ready to count her out just yet and I'm not sure how history will remember this little cross section of time where a woman, a first lady, a Senator from NY ran for the highest office in the land. If she somehow manages to pull out the nomination and the general election, I think she will make a hell of a president. Of course, the thought of the "first gentlemen" running around in the white house with nothing to do is enough material to provide bloggers for a life time. If the Hill somehow goes down in flames she will have done so brilliantly. She will have failed spectacularly! 

That is all...