Thursday, December 10, 2009
I've been wanting to talk about the enemy for sometime now but I have a hard time coming up with all of it. Andrew said somewhere(i couldn't find it, see if you can) that Old People are the Enemy. Something like that. Well, I agree. But it's not age that does it. It's an attitude that they get because of their age. It's hard to define but I'm willing to bet that it has something to do with the closing in of impending mortality. We're still young, friends. We're not close to death yet. And if we are, we'll burn out brightly. People will see it. Old people just kind of wither.
I think it's important that we understand why they are the enemy and what makes them so opposed to youth and youthful attitudes before we start killing them. Just so we know who we killed.
I am torn. Should we try to win them over? Or just let them die? Or should we demoralize them before they go by explaining that they're from a different time in history and whatever efforts they've made to preserve that time have been in vain, that we've won, the young will always win because we inherit everything anyway, you can give it to someone else, you can claim no responsibility, put it into trusts, or just burn it on your funeral pyre but you have still left us with everything and we will soon do with it what we wish?
I think one thing I always had a problem with was sticking to the old ways just because they were the old ways. I mean, seriously, how many times have the old ways been so good that no new idea had a chance at improvement? Yet, still they cling to these fucking bones of value like that's all there ever will be.
And maybe I'll get old some day and think that we had all right and these young whipper-snappers don't know what they're doing to my world that I worked so hard on but I doubt it. Maybe I'll die before I get jaded.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
i'm so fucking hot
i can't weed
thanks to the flying stars
keep going baby
let's step on the tacos
what time is the mosquitoes?
they're much more worse than the tacos
what time is it? i can't
sip that shit
i hate to bite it i'm just telling you
it was me and ross in the car i don't know
ross just assed out
is love forever can you find love forever
and if you can can you keep it forever?
and she'll leave you troubled worrying all the time
harmonicas ring in the background
and the party once again moves outside no
smoking in the house
she kept me down and ran me all over town
a wonderful party in the smoke and the heat
it makes everyone else just a little crazy
take off your clothes
and this demon around he can't keep me down
she gives true love like a bowtie
and the colors and the sounds
and the whir of the fan
blow blow sweet wind on me
outside yelling distracts my mind
hurry and hurry wash me over
beautiful words of infinite wisdoms of finite passivity
meditate and see and beuatlfjk adijnljsf
she runsa rascke sofre oim
the weeds takes hold
my fingers race
love and death surround me
love and nnmbness
her phone call wakes from sleep the demons inside and they roar
angry beasts to bring dreams and fear
what night is this
what fall is this
bring me 'round to the day that compses a night of horrors
fun peace and mercy
siletn smoke rises blue smoike
light smoike put me out into a tray that runs over with stories
For many, many reasons this week's word is perfect. And you're glad of it.
Oh, I love the smooth th in this one. How it rolls on across the A and into the R. And you're all well aware of how much I like words that end with S. Yum.
We only really need the first definition of this one:
--noun. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, esp. through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.
Actually, I dance a lot. And beat on things to make rhythms. I'll pretty much dance anywhere, just so you know. I don't even need any extra music. There's a constant soundtrack in my head. Don't ask for more details on that one.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Recognize this image? It's an illustration of Plato's Allegory of the Cave.
If you're unfamiliar, go read it. If you now understand that we're freed prisoners, help me out. Thank you.
Thanks, Liz, for making me do this.
Monday, November 2, 2009
My grandmother gave me some books a couple weeks ago. Among them Senator JFK's The Strategy of Peace. I have begun reading it and will post highlights that I think are still relevant to the way we should look at our world, now 50 years later.
...[W]e move from crisis to crisis for two reasons: first, because we have not yet developed a strategy for peace that is relevant to the new world in which we live; and secondly, because we have not been paying the price which that strategy demands--a price measured not merely in money and military preparedness, but in social inventiveness, in moral stamina, in physical courage. Because that strategy has not been developed nor that price paid, it has not been too difficult to forecast with a reasonable degree of precision where our national fortunes would trend. They would trend in the direction of a slide downhill into dust, dullness, languor, and decay.
At home, we must demonstrate that we can educate our children adequately in a world where ideas and technology are increasing in importance, and where excellence must be nurtured and cherished. Our democracy must demonstrate that it can restructure its urban organization, in the light of the revolutionary enlargement of our population, now increasingly concentrated in metropolitan areas.
The American, by nature, is optimistic. He is experimental, an inventor and a builder who builds best when called upon to build greatly. Arouse his will to believe in himself, give him a great goal to believe in, and he will create the means to reach it. This trait of the American character is our greatest single national asset. It is time once more that we rescue it from the sea of fat in which it has been drowning. It is time once more to get on with the business of being true to the work of a Choosing People--a people who voluntarily assume the burden and glory of advancing mankind's best hopes.
Or something like that, eh?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Right to it, shall we?
Here's the thing: I don't know why there's an H after the R but I like it. You can try to pronounce it if you like. I'm not sure it's a good idea, though. Do make sure the P gets plenty of attention. And soften the D as much as you can.
Using this word may make you seem pretentious. Or a child of the 80s. I haven't decided. But if you know the really sweet definitions(all six of them), you may use it with honour:
1. Music. an instrumental composition irregular in form and suggestive of improvisation.
2. an ecstatic expression of feeling or enthusiasm.
3. an epic poem, or a part of such a poem, as a book of the Iliad, suitable for recitation at one time.
4. a similar piece of modern literature.
5. an unusually intense or irregular poem or piece of prose.
6. Archaic. a miscellaneous collection; jumble.
Let's take a brief glimpse at Number 2. Ecstatic? Enthusiasm? Very cool. And how you not get ecstatic and enthusiastic about one of the greatest Asian rockers of all time. No, not William Hung.
Ha. Party on, Wayne. Party on, Garth.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
*Sigh* It's Wednesday again and everyone is shouting from their beds "What's the word?! What's the word?! What's today's sexy word?!"
Calma, ragazzi. <--Not the word. But rather sexy, no?
No, I think today's word will be...........
I understand that many of you may say that this word's connotation keeps you from seeing it as sexy but slow down. Pronounce it sllllooooooowwwwwwly.
Works, doesn't it? Just make sure that you make the A sound somewhere in between the short ă and the dull schwa. (yes, i just called the schwa dull. get over it.)
Let me take your preconceived notions for a moment, thank you, and fling them out the window. Wonderful. We will now take a closer look at the definition of this word:
1. act of absolving; a freeing from blame or guilt; release from consequences, obligations, or penalties.
2. state of being absolved.
One does not have to be particularly religious to use words that have been mainly associated with religions. I think the act of absolution is a fantastic behaviour to have in your repertoire, both getting absolved and doing the absolving. See, to me there is a greater power in absolution than forgiveness. Forgiveness is more like "Yeah, you fucked up big time. I acknowledge that fact and since you've apologized, I now forgive you." Whereas absolution says "You messed up? I didn't notice. Kiss me."
Sorry, I'm a big Muse fan.
Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
Tiptoe to your room
A starlight in the gloom
I only dream of you
And you never knew
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace
There's no where left to hide
In no one to confide
The truth burns deep inside
And will never die
Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace
And our souls
Won't be exhumed
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
And if those two are out, what about philosophy? Can we talk Nietzsche and Boyer? Or maybe just the old guys: Epicurus and Plato.
So please respond by saying what you think are acceptable topics when alcohol is being consumed and why the others are taboo. Thank you for your thoughts.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
a rascal; rogue; scamp.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Speaking of sucking the marrow, how about a very sexy word for it?
The difficulty here is that the dictionary offers 3 different pronunciations and 1 isn't quite sexy at all. So we'll just skip over that one, won't we?
How are your phonetics this morning?
Mmmmmmm, c'mere, woman. And take off all those clothes!
So it means something related to the marrow of the bone or the medulla oblongata, which I thought was funny because those two things aren't really related. It has something to do with the way the Latinate has come down through the language, yada yada yada. Anyhooz, check out this medical dictionary definition and see if you don't feel like you could perform surgery afterwards:
1 a : of or relating to the medulla of any body part or organ b : containing, consisting of, or resembling bone marrow c : of or relating to the medulla oblongata or the spinal cord d : of, relating to, or formed of the dorsally located embryonic ectoderm destined to sink below the surface and become neural tissue
Ha. Brilliant. "Dorsally located embryonic ectoderm." Cool.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The problem is that this question implies certain criteria for what it means to "suck the marrow", as if there's some checklist for the activities that one must participate in so that they may look back at death and say that, indeed, life has been full.
I, being an open hedonist, believe that this is not the case. No one's list will match up with an other's list. Not a single person on the planet will find perfect agreement about what should be done, seen, heard, smelled, tasted, etc.
Should we all go canyon-jumping in Switzerland? Well, as someone who's done it, I tend to lean toward "yes", but I cannot tell you that your life must have sucked if you didn't. Should we all read Harry Potter, Jane Austen, The Iliad, Vonnegut or Danielle Steele? See?
Don't assume that whatever you think is "the good life" is what is. Everyone has their own feelings and opinions on what's fun, necessary, important and crap. While I am sure that many people do find several things in common, that does not mean that it is the standard.
What's my point? Stop telling other people that they shouldn't do that or listen to this or read that or travel there. Let them go and do for themselves. Stop being a cock block. People's jollies are to be gotten however they see fit. STFU. thank you.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Rs make for sexy sounds. Then the double Ls and the diphthong. Ending with a soft N. Pretty nice.
I'm just going to use the second definition from Dictionary.com.
2. resistance to or defiance of any authority, control, or tradition.
Sure, whatever, right?
Here's the deal: For some, rebellion is a bad thing. Why? Why do we think it's a good thing to fall in line, be a good dog, just take the medicine, etc.? I'm getting really pissed off at these people. We should all be fighting back against something all the time. Goddammit, fucking say something. I'm getting all worked up. I'm going to grab a beer and a smoke. I'll be back.
Okay, I've settled down. I just think that for some living the way we're "supposed" to live is enough. Listening to whomever it was that told me what to do is not enough, though. I have to investigate it for myself. I want to know the deeper reasons. And here is where I get into trouble because I make a stand for a logical and sophisticated approach to the everyday. If someone tells me that this is how it is, I don't blindly concur. I don't toe the line. I ask why the line is there, who put it there and what made them think that it should be there. And, usually, I move it. I am a rebel. I'm fighting against conventional thinking for the simple fact that rarely is it thinking at all. If it's just convention, there's probably very little thought going on. You're just listening to "them". "They" love to have you do what you're told. It serves their purpose. Listen, I'm not a conspiracy theorist. I'm not talking about active agents that belong to the Illuminati or New World Order. "They" are incredibly nebulous because "they" aren't actual beings. This is the reason it's so hard to fight. With no clear enemy, at whom shall we aim our guns?
Speaking of Rebellion: Today is International Blasphemy Day. Say it loud, say it proud.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
And what, dear readers, does this sexy word mean?
a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquillity.
Beautiful. I swear I don't choose our words based on their definitions but maybe mostly sexy words have mostly sexy definitions. Meh...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Something about gaining for yourself then spreading it to others until everyone has it.
Find Absolution in what you don't know and haven't done.
Receive a Revelation of the Truth. Perhaps from a Black Hole.
Then stand up to those who try oppress. Form a Resistance. An Uprising.
But don't be violent. Be Loving. Use your words, man.
Then just rock out.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The hard 'd' really does it for me. And the 'l' and 'c' right next to each other allow your tongue to do something special, no? As for the ending, I prefer the phonetic spelling to be [dis-kal-see-it]. Don't do the long 'a'.
With me so far? Well then, what does it mean?
without shoes; unshod; barefoot.
Barefoot. Cool. That's sexy, yes? Maybe I should have put a sexy picture of feet? But I like her freckles so much. Fine fine.
There. Happy? Yeah, me too.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
I'm still unsure whether we should use the long E or short E at the beginning. I'm more inclined towards the short E. Ek-kwuh-....yeah, I like that better.
1. a state of rest or balance due to the equal action of opposing forces.
2. equal balance between any powers, influences, etc.; equality of effect.
3. mental or emotional balance; equanimity: The pressures of the situation caused her to lose her equilibrium.
4. Chemistry. the condition existing when a chemical reaction and its reverse reaction proceed at equal rates.
A state of rest or balance due to the reaction and its reverse proceeding at equal rates. Cool.
Please fall in love with something not human today.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Okay, I hate to be all scientific on y'all's asses but here we go.
Oh, it's sexy once you learn how to say it properly. Go to the page on my favourite site, Dictionary.com, and she'll say it for you. Aaaand, it's pretty sexy. However, the definition isn't quiet sufficient for a full understanding of it so I'll add a little bit.
lepidoptera---noun. the order comprising the lepidopterous insects.
Yeah, see? "But what-the-fuck is a lepidopterous insect?" you ask. I thought you might. I would.
So let's check out the definition of lepidopterology, that is, the science of studying those silly lepidopterous insects. noun--the branch of zoology dealing with butterflies and moths.
Fuck yeah! Butterflies, baby! That's right, boys and girls, today's sexy word is the scientific term for butterflies. You now have permission to be totally turned on.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I know, I know, we like the words that end with essesssssssss. It's because they're so fucking sexy. What are we gonna do? And I like the Rs in this one, too. Especially the first one. Try rolling it like a Spanish R. I'm still not sure which is sexier but it's fun to practice. Ready for the definitions?
1. Of or pertaining to prostitutes; having to do with prostitutes.
2. Alluring by vulgar or flashy display; gaudily and deceitfully ornamental; tawdry; as, "meretricious dress."
3. Based on pretense or insincerity; as, "a meretricious argument"
Ha. Tawdry, insincere prostitutes. Sounds like a good Saturday night. I don't see myself using the first one very often but I'm pretty sure I'm going to garner a lot of pleasure by telling someone that their argument is "meretricious." Oh fuck yeah. Suck it. Meretriciously.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
1. subject to, led by, or indicative of caprice or whim; erratic: He's such a capricious boss I never know how he'll react.
2. Obsolete. fanciful or witty.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
What is it that you actually need? How many things have you bought that remain unused? How many times have you said lately that 'I need a good egg-yolker' or 'I need to go to the store to get some more sheet weights'?
Hey, you can spend your money however you want. It makes no difference to me, really. I'm just saying that maybe you should realize that you don't really need all that stuff. Sure you want it. You can afford it. But Life(as you know it) would not be any less had you not those things. Got it?
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I was watching an episode of Firefly last night while I finished up my second martini and that cute little mechanic was having a debate with the good doctor about cussin'. What if we viewed those words, the seven dirty words that the FCC won't let us broadcast over the airwaves as just more superfluous language that anyone can use if they know how? I mean, I know people who use lots of multisyllabic words that are completely unnecessary to their meaning but they like to employ their vocabulary in such a way that not only are they getting a point across but it also sounds good.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
It's only sexy if you pronounce the 'i' short. A long British 'i' would fuck it up. Oh! and make sure you let the 'z' be what it is. Don't rush over it, turning it into an 's'. What a waste!
--n. A deep, rich blue.
Yep, that's it. Just a colour. Cool, eh?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A man's called a traitor - or liberator
A rich man's a thief - or philanthropist
Is one a crusader - or ruthless invader?
It's all in which label
Is able to persist
There are precious few at ease
With moral ambiguities
So we act as though they don't exist
And it's so true. We always have to have good guys and bad guys. It takes so much effort to actually think about every one's situation and truly discover who was in the wrong, if anyone was, that we are quick to label someone simply in order to put our own minds at ease. Often the case is that we haven't taken the time to hear both sides of the story or we convince ourselves that we don't care or that our first instinct is right. That's bullshit. And we know it. Slow down a little bit. Wait for the truth to come out. Investigate. Ask all the questions and let the answers come on their own accord. Don't force some one's confession. Look at the evidence. Even the seemingly insignificant parts. If the desire is Truth then it's worth waiting for. And here at HtKtSooYE, the desire is Truth. All of it. Even the painful stuff. We're going to deal with it.
Don't judge someone out of haste. Relax. Have a drink. And a smoke. Breathe. And finally when the Truth comes oozing out of the cracks, hold your cup there until it's full and take a sip. It might bite back at first but you may learn to live with it. You'll have to. The Truth does not compromise. It does not conform. It simply Is. Embrace it.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Let me address one thing, quickly. Our sexy words are not chosen because of their definitions necessarily but their sounds. Just to give you a little clue as to what we're looking for we love voiceless dental fricatives (not a totally unsexy little phrase right there), bilabial plosives and nasals of almost any variety. That's just the consonants.
Tempestuous. Like the way that 'MP!' hits? Me too. Oh, the esses are so seductive, aren't they? I want to hold that last one for days: tempestuoussssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Allora, what does this word mean?
Well, my typical source Dictionary.com let me down, well, okay, not let me down per se, but they just don't have near as cool a definition as the New Webster's Dictionary, 1990 ed. (yes, I have ancient dictionaries lying around the house. shit.)
Tempestuous-------adj. very stormy; turbulent; subject to storms of passion.
Ha! I just like the last little part there. "Storms of passion." Nice.
For posterity I'll include Dictionary.com's version, too. But I'm warning you, it's not near as cool.
1. characterized by or subject to tempests: the tempestuous ocean.
2. of the nature of or resembling a tempest: a tempestuous wind.
3. tumultuous; turbulent: a tempestuous period in history.
So I haven't been thinking too much about enlightenment these days. Other than my own, that is. I mean, I could throw some random shit out there but we don't want that. We want substance. We want Truth. We want reality and how to deal with it. Here's just one thing that I think is fun and sort of comes from my Buddhist background:
Nothing. Why is it so scary? Are we so attached to things--material and otherwise--that we can't just let go and hold nothing? See nothing? Hear nothing? Say nothing? Try being very silent and still. Try emptying your mind and area. No reason for being for just a few minutes. I could tell you what happens but I'm not a surprise spoiler. Trust me, it's worth it. Nothing.
Monday, June 29, 2009
So what is it when you outgrow a particular musical influence? It's not as if we don't love what he did for us in our times of hardship and uncertainty? Right? I'm sure I'll never skip past his songs when they pop up in shuffle mode. But, yeah, I'm sort of in the same boat. Thanks, dude, for doing it. We're grateful for you getting us through. We're going to move on now but we will never forget you.
And with that, another time of our lives passes by.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
There's a concept I've been working on and I like to call it channelling the aesthetic. The goal, put simply, is to find the beauty in whatever is in front of you and embrace it. Then once you've noticed it yourself, shine it outward so that everyone else will notice. See? You've grabbed a beautiful part of the world and held it up for everyone else to see.
Try practicing this concept while sweeping, driving, riding the elevator, or watching someone pick out a dress. Seriously, it's amazing.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
a. the study of meaning.
b. the study of linguistic development by classifying and examining changes in meaning and form.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
It is maligned and revered all at the same time.
Why are we so caught up by it?
It makes our fingers tingle and our legs ache.
Sometimes we can't eat or sleep.
We cry when it ends and we cry when we realize it's so so good.
Poets find it fascinating and cannot leave it alone.
It seems that everyone longs for it though few ever find it.
"I'm in love."
"I hate love."
"I believe in love though I fear its consequences."
I just wanted to say a little bit this morning about the fact that love is one of the more controversial factors of life. Who, where, when, why and how all apply. And we are rarely able to put any of these into words. To be sure, we all love being loved and sometimes it's the only reason we end up loving the other. The BSHB/G says I'm in love with falling in love. And sometimes I think that's true. But not just love. I am in love with lots of things. It's just that love is a more dangerous one. It breaks your heart. There's a Drive-By Truckers song that says "The very nature of love is to grieve when it's over." And it will end. Maybe it won't end until you die, but it will. We know this much about it. Does that mean we should avoid it?
How about approaching love like any other hedonistic experience? Embrace the beauty while it's there. Enjoy that rush in the pulse and the flutter in the belly. Do it right. Passionately. Take it in. All of it. Then, when it's over, cry a little, smile at what you had, hope for its encore, smoke a cigarette, write a poem, take a walk and get ready to do it all over again.
Love is not to be avoided. Just do it knowing that it is as fleeting as the winter cold and the summer heat: certain to fade and sure to return.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Such are my--you wouldn't call them thoughts, would you?--such are my feelings, a mixture of revulsion and delight, as we float on the river, leaving behind for a while all that we most heartily and joyfully detest. That's what the first taste of the wild does to a man, after having been too long penned up in the city. No wonder the Authorities are so anxious to smother the wilderness under asphalt and reservoirs. They know what they're doing; their lives depend on it, and all their rotten institutions. Play safe. Ski only in clockwise direction. Let's all have fun together.
--Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire
Thursday, May 28, 2009
For some people, the words that they already have a quite enough. They get the things done they need to do for the day. They can buy their beer and Ramen noodles, pay their bills, and watch TV. But for others, myself and most of my friends, we need new words. And I'm not really sure how we're going to accomplish expressing ourselves without reworking our lexicons. I have an idea that if we learned a few new languages we could somehow find 'le mot juste' within one of those. While I'm sure that onlookers will view us with contempt as we switch back and forth between languages, my ultimate goal is that we move our society along in a more meaningful direction. So fuck 'em. (How's that for common everyday words?)
My Beautiful Secret Holding Bird/Girlfriend said that we need a new word for saying "I love you. I'm sorry. Thank you." because those words have become overused and therefore almost meaningless. So I set to work. We're currently trying to get the word 'louethia' into circulation. Now I didn't do any etymological research. I didn't try to be all scientific about that shit. So this word may not stick but we're trying it. The wonderful thing about this word is that it is certain not to get overused just yet (since we just made it up!) because it shouldn't be. It's usage is for very specific occasions. When it is used, there should be weight and purpose.
Along similar lines, may we talk about what love actually is? We throw this silly word around so much and I have really become aware of its usage as a way to circumnavigate an actual apology: "Oh, you know I love you." To which I reply "Is that so? Well then why do you only tell me so when you've wronged me(even if it was superficial)?" I'm not saying that we should go around telling people that we love them all the time. That would get tiresome. And how! But how about we use the word when we actually mean it? When someone does something good for you or just tugs at your heartstrings with their actions, make it a positive reinforcement. People really like knowing why it is that you feel the way you do about them. "Why do you like me?" Instead of having to make a list--although those are fun and, I think, meaningful--just catch them at those beautiful moments. For instance, last night I missed out on the opportunity and I regret it. Hanging out on the porch, patio, veranda, promenade, drinking wine and smoking cigarettes(among other things ;), laughing and not really talking about anything of any particular import is sort of a dream of mine. When I am old and no longer running around trying to arrange the rest of my life, this type of thing will be why I get up from my afternoon nap.
More about love to come...
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
We, especially now, live in a world which inundates us with information. We are constantly grasping for a greater understanding of everything from economics and psychology to politics and biology. For the most part we can rely on those that lead their fields in discovery because once they think they've found something, they run it past many others in their fields so that they may be checked just to make sure their observations weren't biased or mere mistakes. The great thing is that they still don't get too offended when we say "I don't understand." If they're true to what they do, they are happy to explain, often starting at the very beginning and leading us along the paths of discovery by the hand.
We should be proud of our heritage of curiousity. We should embrace our fellow humans who have come before us and challenged the status quo when it didn't match up with their world views. This is even true with those who were wrong. Somethings necessarily have to be hashed out in reality in order to test their viability. I, for one, am thankful for failed experiments as much as I am for the ones that worked. How many different materials did Edison try for his light bulb filament before he found one that was safe and reliable?
He tested the carbonized filaments of every plant imaginable, including bay wood, boxwood, hickory, cedar, flax, and bamboo. He even contacted biologists who sent him plant fibers from places in the tropics. Edison acknowledged that the work was tedious and very demanding, especially on his workers helping with the experiments. He always recognized the importance of hard work and determination. "Before I got through," he recalled, "I tested no fewer than 6,000 vegetable growths, and ransacked the world for the most suitable filament material."source
Maybe you aren't smiling like I am, but I find it wonderful that he knew it would work if he could only find the right one.
And when I read this passage in a letter written by the fascinating SciFi writer H.P. Lovecraft, I could not help wanting to stand up and say "Sir, will you please count me among those?"
You are forgetting a human impulse that, despite its restriction to a relatively small number of men, has all though history proved itself as real and as vital as hunger--as potent as thirst or greed. I need not say that I refer to that simplest yet most exalted attribute of our species--the acute, persistent, unquenchable craving TO KNOW. Do you realise that to many men it makes a vast and profound difference whether or not the things about them are as they appear?
And this is the case for so many people that I find around me. We just want to know. We have a desire to find out that which is true and that which is false. And some make arguments for falsehood saying that despite their lack of Truth, they give us comfort. Well, so does alcohol but that doesn't make it the most healthy habit does it? Would you stumble around content and ignorant? Ignorance is bliss, so they say. Then we read Voltaire. Oh dear, sweet Voltaire, how we wish you were here now.
A condensed version of the story The Good Brahmin(borrowed):
"I wish I had never been born!" the Brahmin remarked.
"Why so?" said I.
"Because," he replied, "I have been studying these forty years, and I find that it has been so much time lost...I believe that I am composed of matter, but I have never been able to satisfy myself what it is that produces thought. I am even ignorant whether my understanding is a simple faculty like that of walking or digesting, or if I think with my head in the same manner as I take hold of a thing with my hands...I talk a great deal, and when I have done speaking I remain confounded and ashamed of what I have said."
The same day I had a conversation with an old woman, his neighbor. I asked her if she had ever been unhappy for not understanding how her soul was made? She did not even comprehend my question. She had not, for the briefest moment in her life, had a thought about these subjects with which the good Brahmin had so tormented himself. She believed in the bottom of her heart in the metamorphoses of Vishnu, and provided she could get some of the sacred water of the Ganges in which to make her ablutions, she thought herself the happiest of women. Struck with the happiness of this poor creature, I returned to my philosopher, whom I thus addressed:
"Are you not ashamed to be thus miserable when, not fifty yards from you, there is an old automaton who thinks of nothing and lives contented?"
"You are right," he replied. "I have said to myself a thousand times that I should be happy if I were but as ignorant as my old neighbor; and yet it is a happiness which I do not desire."
This reply of the Brahmin made a greater impression on me than anything that had passed.
Will you join me on a quest for what is real? Let us go, then, you and I...
Friday, May 8, 2009
So, yeah, so far so good, right? Would anyone say that they are opposed to reform or progress if pressed on the issue? "Oh, yeah, we could stand for a little change here or there." But we will bother to make the change? Will we stand up for the change? Here's one that I found fascinating when Googling "what it means to be liberal". It's the Wikipedia entry for a History of the term "liberal" . Just some pieces of this article:
New Webster's Dictionary
a. Generously ample; profuse; favorable to reform or progress; not too literal or strict; free.--n. One who advocates great political freedom
1 a: of, relating to, or based on the liberal arts
b archaic : of or befitting a man of free birth*note that the 3rd defnition and the only seemingly negative one is labeled as obsolete. hmmmmm
2 a: marked by generosity : openhanded b: given or provided in a generous and openhanded way c: ample, full
3obsolete : lacking moral restraint : licentious
4: not literal or strict : loose
5: broad-minded ; especially : not bound by authoritarianism, orthodoxy, or traditional forms
6 a: of, favoring, or based upon the principles of liberalism
See also: Dictionary.com's much too long definition
...a long history in the English language with the meanings of "befitting free men, noble, generous"...
The first English language use to mean "tending in favor of freedom and democracy," according to the OED, dates from about 1801 and comes from the French libéral,...
Classical liberalism is an ideology that includes limited state intervention of macroeconomic infrastructure. Classical liberals such as Adam Smith, Thomas Jefferson, and Benjamin Franklin supported state intervention of infrastructure.
Now, I don't know about you but I have no problem being free, noble, or generous. Nor would I be upset if someone accused me of being like Thomas Jefferson. That guy was fucking awesome.
But so far we've been rather vague, using generalities that would be tough to nail down. Do liberals have any tenets, credos, etc.? Well I think spiderleaf over at Daily Kos did a pretty good job. I'll grant that this post is a little old--oh teh internetz don't forget--but that doesn't make it any less useful(funny how I considered something from 2005 "old"). Here are a few points from the post What it means to be a liberal:
Again, I almost defy anyone to argue with any type of strong position against one of these. I think we liberals are getting very tired of being vilified because of our oppositions. We're trying to take stands here. Stands that we view as being vital and crucial to the better-working of the society in which we've found ourselves. We have open minds about a great number of things and find ourselves willing to consider but we have to draw lines somewhere. Like, for instance, here, in the sand. Liberals were the ones who opposed hanging witches, the buying and selling of human beings, taxation without representation, absolute monarchies, genocides, making people sit on different sides of the diner based on their skin colour, limiting an individual's right to practice her religion(or non-religion), telling a woman her "role" in the household, and burning books. Anything else you'd like to add?
I believe all people were created equal and deserve equal protection under the law.
I believe every person has the right to knowledge (i.e. a good education)
I believe we have a duty to protect the less powerful among us.
I believe in freedom of speech and expression, no matter how painful.
Another article I found, also titled What it means to be a liberal, by Geoffrey R Stone makes a list of the ten things that many liberals will probably agree with. He prefaces by saying that "not all liberals embrace all of these propositions, and many conservatives embrace at least some of them." Mr. Stone, perhaps conservatives who find themselves agreeing with a majority of these should rethink the label they give themselves. Again, it seems that the word liberal has been given a negative connotation for quite sometime now and it's about damn time that liberals stand up and say "Enough!"
Now an argument, perhaps, would be to say that liberals are taking a stand of moral superiority with an arrogant attitude about the whole thing. To that I would reply yes. Seriously, what's the point in arguing your side if you think it's an inferior position to begin with? This is the reason that people get into arguments: each thinks s/he is right. Which is fine but then we have to get down to the basics and bases of our positions. The whole debate on torture that's raging across the information superhighway is a very good example. Some people think it's okay and some don't. And of course, those that don't get very adamant about it:
He says "It's wrong. That's it.----It doesn't matter. We don't do it."
And I say "Preach it, Brother!"
Ahem, sorry, I didn't mean to get off on a rant. But you can see how it evolves now, right? It's funny how this liberal POV tends to make liberals seem as if they're attacking when I think the word 'attack' carries such a violent feeling with it. How about pointing out? Drawing attention to? Disagreeing with?
Remember our initial question? Can the adjective 'liberal' be used without being a relative and comparative term? *sigh* No, it seems. How can you advocate progress or reform if there is nothing to progress from? So are we, as liberals, okay with that? Since I'm forced to be relative we should touch on the other terms. The ones we're comparing/contrasting. Okay, check this shit out. It's Merriam-Webster's Thesaurus entry for the Near Antonyms and Antonyms of the word 'liberal':
OUCH! Seriously, someone wants to be the opposite of liberal?
Near Antonyms hard, rigid, strict; doctrinal, dogmatic; bigoted, intolerant, narrow-minded; reactionary
Antonyms conservative, conventional, nonprogressive, old-fashioned, orthodox, traditional
Post Script-Papi, this is not meant as an argument. Merely a clarification. :)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
On the way back to the house, I was behind this car that had about a dozen bumper stickers supporting blind people and their dogs. ?!?!?!?!? One thing you don't want to run into on the road: A blind driver.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I'll check in from time to time just to check on things then we'll get down to business when libation inspiration returns :)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I think that sex is transactional. And can be. However, I think I answered a different question than he asked. He was referring to a more here's-your-haircut-here's-your-money-transaction. So you pay a prostitute and she takes your money, giving you some sort of sexual favor in return. It's an agreed upon price and action/service, everyone walks away satisfied, right? I don't think so.
It seems that we've lowered the sex standard instead of elevating it. It's just entertainment.
While I agree that it is very entertaining, a fantastic pastime, I'm afraid that it should mean more than that. I think it's transactional in the way that a good conversation or a good book is. Both persons/entities gain the pleasure of enjoying the other and being enjoyed.
Perhaps if a sex worker actually goes into the job wanting to have sex and give sexual pleasure to people who long for it then s/he can walk away from the day a little wealthier and a little more fulfilled in life. But I feel that this is rarely the case. And the patrons probably don't get the same sort of fulfillment. That's why they continue to return and perhaps form a nasty spiral into addiction and more and more questionable behaviors.
We should treat sex as a beautiful part of life. We should allow the intimacy of being *gasp* naked with another person to enhance our aesthetic natures. Don't think of it as sustenance. Think of it as a luxury. Bread is necessary for survival. Good bread is beautiful and fulfilling. We do have an urge within us to mate. But we rarely have propagation sex. It's usually for pleasure. Which is fine. But let's rise above that evolutionary drive, the Freudian desire. We can continue to evolve and look at sex from a higher consciousness, while being aware of our most basic instincts and not allowing them to be the drving forces within us. Knowledge and education now become important. Instead of telling us not to have sex and making us sign some stupid fucking promise, they should have told us why we feel like having sex, how to be careful, and when it's most appropriate. There may not be so many "backseat babies" this way. Let's make it okay to have sex. But make it okay to be okay with it. No one forcing or begging or chasing or paying.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Can I just rant a bit about people being so overly controlling that no one has fun? Listen, I realize that if a group consists of easy-goers then it's possible that nothing will get done. But if it's three easy-goers and a stick-up-the-ass, things are bound to get nasty. Easy-goers are can be real chill when things are cool, but the real ones will get riled up pretty quickly when their easy-going attitude is being trampled upon. Don't you think that's how it should go? We're fine for almost most of the time. I guess it's just that we choose our battles and it seems to be that the battles we choose are really about particulars but rather principles.
Oh yes, now you may jump in and say "Wait, you're easy going? I thought you were a self diagnosed obsessive-compulsive." That's true. I won't argue. Here's the deal. I'm working on it. I have been for a long time. I really works me on the inside like you wouldn't believe, but I seriously try to let lots of things go. I just bite my tongue. But I sometimes find myself at odds with something that's so out of line that I have say something. I think perhaps the problem is that all the tension built up from having held my tongue for so long comes out all at once. Whoops! I'm actively trying. At least I have self-awareness.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Oh, Wednesday my jewish friend and I drove to Memphis to see Ryan Adams and had some really great talking on the way there and. I'll mention some of that throughout the week too. Thoughts about music, sex, relationships between humans, and more.
They should be here by now. Shit, I hate waiting.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The Dalai Lama's beliefs and actions earned him the Nobel Peace Prize. He consistently teaches non-violence. Do you think non-violence or ahimsa is possible and more than just an admirable view? How can religion play a role in bringing about non-violence and peace?
Here's how I responded:
The Buddha was once asked if he had ever been provoked to such anger that he wanted to hit another man. He answered, "Yes, but then I realized that he and I are the same and by hitting him I would be injuring myself."
When one chooses to be nonviolent it has a disarming effect on his/her opponent. That is, the opponent is not used to fighting someone who refuses to fight back and even though the opponent may vanquish the pacifist, it is a hollow victory indeed. While nonviolence certainly is more than an admirable view, these days it rarely seems to be honored to the point that we choose it. It seems that we mostly give it lip service by saying something like "Oh, yes, we'd like to have peace but we have to defend ourselves." Well, I'm not sure that's true pacifism. Certainly not the kind that Gandhi espoused.
I think religion can play a role in supporting and encouraging nonviolence and peace by promising a reward for those who adhere to it in this life with a reward in an afterlife. However, I think that nonviolence, martyrdom, and self-sacrifice often get confused by religious people to the point that they feel dying "fighting" is an option. Until nonviolence is truly embraced and coexistence is accepted, real peace will remain impossible.
News: I'll be heading for DC next week for spring break with my mom and three exchange students. We're driving so I'll have plenty of time to read, write and think(oxford comma omitted). There will be pictures too. YAY!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
This is not me. It could be soon. But seriously, I woke up this morning and spent about thirty minutes going through the sun salutation while facing out the big window on the east side of the house, sun rising and dawn breaking. What a beautiful way to start the day.
Coming up soon: some of my thoughts on feminism. Excited?