"I want to be my own design" Clive Barker - Imajica

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Thanks for being a friend

Some of you may remember a little over 2 years ago when my car got repossessed. It SUCKED to put it mildly. It was one of the scariest moments in my life. I wasn't sure what to do, how or if I could get my car back, but thanks to a little help from my friends (and a few strangers) I was able to raise the money I needed to get it back.

So here we are, a little over 2 years later and my car is going to be completely paid off before Christmas time. I've worked so hard towards this goal, I can't quite believe how close I am. I will be so glad to be done with Wells Fargo Dealer Services and their bullshit. This I can promise you, I will never willingly do business with Wells Fargo as long as I live.

So yeah, thanks be to all of you who gave me a hand and helped me when I needed it the most. Thanks to those of you who gave me your support when you knew I was struggling.

Thanks for being a friend!

Monday, November 10, 2014

"In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

talking about racism today....

I normally will not talk about race, politics, and religion at work. Today though, I had a brief conversation with someone about racism and the actual definition of the word vs the emotions the word evokes. I realize that not everyone can separate themselves from the emotion that this word evokes. I understand that not everyone understands the discrimination that different people face. 

I think what bothered me most about the conversation was how dismissive they were about discrimination of the people they felt had no right to feel bad about being discriminated against. Being discriminated against based on race is wrong. End story. Period. Regardless of what race you are or what race you are perceived to be. 

I used the example of misandry being just as wrong as misogyny to which this same person again, and they made the same sort of dismissive comments about how it was essentially okay to hate men but it's totally wrong to hate women because women have been more downtrodden. Again, hating someone for their gender is wrong. End story. Period.

I have never, and will never understand hating an entire group of people based on one thing like race, gender, or gender. I don't get it. Just stop it. 

  1. the belief that all members of each race possess characteristics or abilities specific to that race, especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race or races.
    • prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Just going to leave this here...

I'll be in my bunk



W.H. Auden - one of my favorite poets ever

As I Walked Out One Evening

W. H. Auden1907 - 1973
As I walked out one evening,
   Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
   Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
   I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
   ‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
   Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
   And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean
   Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
   Like geese about the sky.

‘The years shall run like rabbits,
   For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
   And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
   Began to whirr and chime:
‘O let not Time deceive you,
   You cannot conquer Time.

‘In the burrows of the Nightmare
   Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
   And coughs when you would kiss.

‘In headaches and in worry
   Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
   To-morrow or to-day.

‘Into many a green valley
   Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
   And the diver’s brilliant bow.

‘O plunge your hands in water,
   Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
   And wonder what you’ve missed.

‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
   The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
   A lane to the land of the dead.

‘Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
   And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
   And Jill goes down on her back.

‘O look, look in the mirror,
   O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
   Although you cannot bless.

‘O stand, stand at the window
   As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
   With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
   The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
   And the deep river ran on. 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Tempest

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158

One of my favorite versions - Helen Mirren, Dijmon Hounsou, Ben Whishlaw, and Alan Cumming, how can you go wrong?

In defense of telling your daughter she's beautiful

I've seen so many articles and blogs saying "don't tell my daughter she is beautiful" and it's bugging the shit out of me. I guess there are even some "experts" that say you shouldn't tell your daughter she is beautiful. Something about how the focus is then on looks instead of brains.

But here's the thing.

I think you SHOULD tell your daughter she is beautiful. I think that if you see someone that you think is beautiful, you should tell them that. A sincere compliment is always nice to hear.

Because growing up and never being told you're pretty doesn't make it so you never think about your looks, in fact, I think it makes you even more sensitive about your appearance. I think it can make you crave that external gratification of others telling you look beautiful, because maybe you wonder why your parents never said you were beautiful.

I don't think it should be all about looks or all about smarts. It should be both. Women can and are both beautiful and smart. I don't think that you have to sacrifice one for the other.

I know a lot of people think that we should not focus so much on appearance and while I agree with that in principle, the reality of it is, people do focus on appearances. People want to feel attractive, want to feel wanted.

I feel like there can and should be a balance in what people teach and tell their kids. It doesn't have to be all about looks at the expense of brains, or all about the brains about the expense of being "pretty"

I don't know, I am really struggling with how explain my thoughts on this. Again, I think "man I'm glad I will never have a kid so I don't really have to deal with this" but I am really curious, what do you guys have to say on this topic? How does it apply to men?