Archive for November, 2007

A Vague Farewell

November 26, 2007

 A rainy day.A rainy Monday.

A rainy Monday following a Holiday.  Yick.

My spirits, however, are not down all that much.  I had a great Thanksgiving (and certainly hope you all did as well) and it was wonderful to get out of the city for a while. And it’s also nice to be back because now I’m officially in the home stretch for, well, home.  Christmas trip to the Lone Star State is less than three weeks away.

I miss my niece.

I have been doing a lot of deep thinking lately.  This is usually the part where bad decisions are made and I turn my life 90 degrees and run like hell.  Not so this time.  This time God has gently been pressing on my heart (with a sledgehammer no less), to do some introspective thinking and rework some of my wiring.  Priorities, personality, behavior and other such things.  In these past few weeks wandering aimlessly in my own mind (try it sometime – but don’t forget the breadcrumbs), I have noticed a complete neglect of my private journal.  I do this web thingy occasionally and have yet to understand its purpose.  My private journal was where I wrote about the real deep down nitty gritty stuff and actually got some kind of closure or release in life.  An outlet as it were.  Such as it is.  So it would be.  Etc.

So I’m going to focus more on writing with a pen and less with a keyboard.  I haven’t been able to update lately because I literally can’t figure out what I want to say.  So I’m going to figure that out and then hopefully find something I can share with you.  

Much love to all,

J

Oh, and I have beard now.  I didn’t like it at first, but it’s growing on me.  *hyuck hyuck hyuck*

 

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Strike Striking

November 9, 2007
Alright.  Sure, yesterday I posted a humorous bit parodying one of my favorite shows and the writer’s strike.  Truth is I don’t watch much TV and won’t notice the strike in the least.  I don’t watch Letterman, The Tonight Show, ANY reality TV of ANY kind and most everything else isn’t fit to watch in the first place. 
Then I read the news this morning and see this. So now the Stagehand’s Union has seen what the writer’s have done and they’re talking about a strike to shut down Broadway.  This comes not too long after the second strike from the cab drivers here in the city in the past few months.  You know what?  I think we should strike paying taxes this February cause I just don’t think it’s fair anymore.  C’mon guys, they can’t arrest all of us!  And while we’re at it, let’s boycott something too.  I was raised Southern Baptist – that’s what we’re good at.  Down with the Devil Disney!!
This is getting ridiculous.  A group of people gets pissy about something and so they feel they have the right to inconvenience thousands of others until they feel better.  Unfortunately, they do have the right.  Entertainment industry: not really a big loss.  They could use a revamping anyway.  But the cab and subway unions have always pissed me off.  We’re talking millions of people who’s weeks are totally thrown off because they aren’t happy with their work environment.  Well I hate to break it to you, but you signed up for that job of your own volition.  You don’t like it?  Quit.  There are plenty of people out there who would be happy to have a job at all.  Geez, how selfish can you get?
Of course I want fairness for every worker.  Of course I don’t want anyone to go broke.  But I think there are more mature ways to deal with your problems than creating chaos just to get attention.  If I’m not mistaken, that’s what teenagers do that weren’t spanked enough.  Unions were created at a time when they were necessary.  There was unprecedented unfairness in the work place.  In the frikkin’ 30’s.  We’ve learned a few things since then.  The CEO’s of major companies (particularly those who offer important services to many) should be better at listening to their employees – but the employees should not throw wall-eyed fits every time they aren’t happy.  There has to be something in between.  Oh yeah, communication.
We’ve got men and women dying overseas for our very freedoms and we have the audacity to throw a fit cause it doesn’t pay well enough to ENTERTAIN people.  No wonder other countries want us dead.  Our priorities are about as out of whack as Picasso’s cow.
*phew* Been a while since I’ve had a good rant.  Feeling better already.
Happy Friday!
J

Writer’s Strike House Episode

November 8, 2007
This is not mine and I take no credit for it.  I came upon this litteraly three times removed from its source.  It was a comment on a blog with two different places linked where they found it so I have no clue of it’s origin.  But it made me laugh a lot and I felt compelled to share this with all my other House fans.
The Writer’s Strike Episode of House, M.D.

CHASE: House, we need to cure this patient. He is very sick.
HOUSE: Did you try the medicine drug?
CHASE: I did try the medicine drug.
HOUSE: Only stupid people try the medicine drug. You are stupid.
PATIENT: I would rather not be sick.
HOUSE: You are stupid too. Did you take stupid drug?
FOREMAN: I gave patient stupid drug.
HOUSE: You are a black man.
FOREMAN: This vexes me.
PATIENT: I have blood from my nose that is dripping.
CAMERON: That’s bad!
PATIENT: Also I was bitten by mice due to my poor hygiene.
CUTTY: You need hygiene drug. Also, I have not spoken in awhile.
HOUSE: No! Hygiene drug will kill Patient! He needs mouse bites to live!
CHASE: [Shocked]
CAMERON: [Shocked]
FOREMAN: [Vexed]
HOUSE: More mouse bites!
CUTTY: I forbid this.
HOUSE: Don’t care.
CHASE: [Gets mice]
HOUSE: [Makes mouse bite serum]
PATIENT: I feel better. No more nose blood! Thank you doctor!
HOUSE: I am very smart.
WILSON: I, too, am in this episode.
FOREMAN: This vexes me.
 

 

  ~FIN~ 

Brilliant.  Y’all have a good’n!

J

Warning: Adults at Play

November 1, 2007

 

I begin this work day as I begin all work days: enjoying my coffee and blueberry muffin, reading about all the crazy people in the news, enjoying the view from my office window and musing about what this day will unfold into.  Having survived Astoria’s last night invasion of 232 three foot tall spidermen, 178 pirates, 205 princesses (princi?) and assorted other ghosts and goblins, I’m left missing the simple joys that children are allowed and adults are denied.  Well, not denied per say – just encouraged to avoid.  Years ago I came up with the idea of adult playgrounds.  And if I’m ever rich and silly (half way there!), then I’ll make them happen.  Imagine right next to a kids playground an adult size playground.  Bigger slides, wider merry-go-rounds, waivers to sign promising not to sue if you break your arm.  I envision men in business suits taking off their coats and swinging across the monkey bars on their lunch hours.  I see women taking off their high heels and putting on their sneakers for a quick game of four-square.  The power lunch is replaced by the power nap.  Well, maybe that’s asking too much.

The thing is I don’t recall exactly what age I was told I’m not allowed to do these things anymore.  I don’t think I ever was.  I remember passing from 6th grade to 7th and we still had a “playground” but it didn’t have anything on it but suspended spherical combat poles (also known as tether-ball).   No more slides, swings or little wooden bridges.  We still had an outside place to go after lunch, just not the option of things to climb on.  But I’m willing to bet even the coolest kids in school still looked over at the other campus’ playground with the same longing I did.

Every year since, life has forced me into more and more of an expected persona.  Adults do this, kids do that and ne’er the two shall meet.  It seems rare that I see parents playing WITH their kids as opposed to supervising them playing by themselves. Now, I’m not saying we should never grow up. I’m not giving a long winded analogy about being young at heart. I’m just pointing out that the mentality that it’s not a “mature” thing to run around outside anymore was not our idea. It was an idea impressed upon us that we didn’t even notice.

Not to drag a simple concept out too far, I’ll just end with this:  I believe it’s possible to be a responsible working adult and still have the same freedom and fun as you did when you were young.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with seeing a tree and wondering what the world would look like from the top of it.  

And then finding out.

Y’all play nice,

J