When you read emails, do you read them in your voice or do you try to read them in an imagined voice of the author? I mean this as when you read them in you head (not out loud). Cuz when i'm writing this i'm saying it in my head in my voice, so if you read it in my voice then thats pretty much ESP, right? Man I'm smart! I just invented Extra Sensorial Perception, or reading-emails-in-author's-voice syndrome. which would be REIAV's I guess. By the way, "Sensorial" is not a word. I made it up. But come to think of it, aren't all words made up at some point in time? So when people claim a word is real, is that just because Webster said so? And who cares what some double-minority midget-black guy thinks anyway? 2 wrongs don't make a right! And 2 minorities don't make a dictionary!
Why do people indent? As in the 5 spaces or whatever at the beginning of each paragraph or tab if you're lazy like me. I didn't indent on this email and i think it reads just fine.
And why do we need to capitalize "I" - i ? Its not my name so i don't get it. All it is, is an extra reach for my pinky as I type. See, i just did it! Wasted effort is what that was! If we could not capitalize the stupid little i's anymore and bottle up all that energy, we could solve California's power problems. Now if we could just get rid of backspace we might be able develop a new fossil fuel and make those damn gas prices go back down. Don't ask for that one in a flowchart, just trust me that it connects.
Ok, now i'm gonna turn my little genius switch back off & get some sleep. later tater
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
How I'd love to live...
People are never honest about their intentions. And when they are, we never believe them. Pointing back to the ones who were not honest. There are too many walls and past relationship hang ups to get over. You are never really sure if you were settled for or are first choice. And when you figure you don't care, you are never sure how the other person feels about you. Or it's the other way around. Jealousy and possessiveness suck. All around. Don't do it, it drives people away. Don't start something you aren't prepared to follow through on, folks. It hurts. Walls are great to bring down, but not as a challenge to an ego. The wall is there for a reason. Respect it and be in awe that it came down for you. Word.
Learn to trust as hard as that sounds. Try not to judge based on your past experiences. Make that wall a little shorter. No one likes to climb that high. Don't be afraid of what might climb over. Remember your friends. Boyfriends and girlfriends even husbands and wives come and go (hopefully not the husbands and wives) but your friends, like your family, will always be there. Do the little things. The phone calls are neat. Everyone likes them. Emails too. Don't be afraid to speak your mind. No one has to be 100% alike to be compatible. And it's much more fun not to be. Spend time with your friends, have a hobby. It's okay. It'll give you that much more to talk about when you do hang out. Introduce each other to your friends. You don't have to want to hang out all the time. It's good to take a break. That way you won't get bored with each other. As if that would be the case.... Accept that you probably won't change the person you are dating. And that the person you met, is probably not 100% the real them, so allow room to accept them even more as they really are. Be yourself always. Be silly. Be stupid. No matter how old you are, cause it's fun. And have fun. Send each other comments on Myspace. Yes, I just referenced Myspace as a dating aid. So what? Don't over analyze where you are at any point in the relationship. Try not to think too much about the meaning of anything the other person said. It was probably not as heavy as you though it was when you heard it the first time. Ask questions. Find out more about them. Show interest. Talk. More. Fall into the physical attraction. It's okay. Age should not be a factor, but if I hear one more person say it isn't anything but a number, I will get violent. It's not JUST a number, it's much more. It's a level of maturity and personal growth. It matters. But only if you let it. Don't say things you don't really mean, are not sure of or can't back up. But if you mean it, please say it. A lot. And for no reason. And please, don't hold out on calling to see if the other person will call. Does it matter really? Just do it if you want to. Do what you say you will do and call when you say you will call. If you can't talk, find a way to let them know you remembered.
Don't always go to the movies. Take walks. Go on short trips. Cook. Together. In the kitchen. Rent movies and talk through them about the movie. Mini golf is only fun if you are doing it together. Listen to music. Take pictures. Get pictures of you two together. Memories are best illustrated with photos. Lots of them. Make out. It's great. Use your hands. Touch. Everywhere. And feel it, don't just touch to be touching. Feel the other person under your fingertips. It's okay to just lay or sit in each other's arms quietly. It's better to admit what you are thinking about is them. Or even if you are thinking about the million and one uses of duct tape as applied to the bedroom. Never be annoyed at the question. Be annoyed if there isn't one. You don't always have to go somewhere. Enjoy each other's company. Sex is great, but try to see what you can do other than that, because if there isn't anything outside of that, there won't be anything later on.
When it's over. Let it be over. It will hurt. A lot. But it's better to have had that experience than not to have had it at all. Even though you want it to never end. Remember that people come into your life for a reason. Sometimes not to stay. And that's really okay. It's okay to cry. In front of your friends. They care about you and will always be there for you. They will be there to help you pick up the pieces of your heart and put that wall back in place.
Remember the cool stuff about meeting someone new. Try not to look for it. It will find you.
Learn to trust as hard as that sounds. Try not to judge based on your past experiences. Make that wall a little shorter. No one likes to climb that high. Don't be afraid of what might climb over. Remember your friends. Boyfriends and girlfriends even husbands and wives come and go (hopefully not the husbands and wives) but your friends, like your family, will always be there. Do the little things. The phone calls are neat. Everyone likes them. Emails too. Don't be afraid to speak your mind. No one has to be 100% alike to be compatible. And it's much more fun not to be. Spend time with your friends, have a hobby. It's okay. It'll give you that much more to talk about when you do hang out. Introduce each other to your friends. You don't have to want to hang out all the time. It's good to take a break. That way you won't get bored with each other. As if that would be the case.... Accept that you probably won't change the person you are dating. And that the person you met, is probably not 100% the real them, so allow room to accept them even more as they really are. Be yourself always. Be silly. Be stupid. No matter how old you are, cause it's fun. And have fun. Send each other comments on Myspace. Yes, I just referenced Myspace as a dating aid. So what? Don't over analyze where you are at any point in the relationship. Try not to think too much about the meaning of anything the other person said. It was probably not as heavy as you though it was when you heard it the first time. Ask questions. Find out more about them. Show interest. Talk. More. Fall into the physical attraction. It's okay. Age should not be a factor, but if I hear one more person say it isn't anything but a number, I will get violent. It's not JUST a number, it's much more. It's a level of maturity and personal growth. It matters. But only if you let it. Don't say things you don't really mean, are not sure of or can't back up. But if you mean it, please say it. A lot. And for no reason. And please, don't hold out on calling to see if the other person will call. Does it matter really? Just do it if you want to. Do what you say you will do and call when you say you will call. If you can't talk, find a way to let them know you remembered.
Don't always go to the movies. Take walks. Go on short trips. Cook. Together. In the kitchen. Rent movies and talk through them about the movie. Mini golf is only fun if you are doing it together. Listen to music. Take pictures. Get pictures of you two together. Memories are best illustrated with photos. Lots of them. Make out. It's great. Use your hands. Touch. Everywhere. And feel it, don't just touch to be touching. Feel the other person under your fingertips. It's okay to just lay or sit in each other's arms quietly. It's better to admit what you are thinking about is them. Or even if you are thinking about the million and one uses of duct tape as applied to the bedroom. Never be annoyed at the question. Be annoyed if there isn't one. You don't always have to go somewhere. Enjoy each other's company. Sex is great, but try to see what you can do other than that, because if there isn't anything outside of that, there won't be anything later on.
When it's over. Let it be over. It will hurt. A lot. But it's better to have had that experience than not to have had it at all. Even though you want it to never end. Remember that people come into your life for a reason. Sometimes not to stay. And that's really okay. It's okay to cry. In front of your friends. They care about you and will always be there for you. They will be there to help you pick up the pieces of your heart and put that wall back in place.
Remember the cool stuff about meeting someone new. Try not to look for it. It will find you.
Monday, September 3, 2007
On my faith blog...
I just wanted to let everyone know that my blog on faith wasn't a question of whether or not I have faith, but merely looking at all sides of the faith argument. In my opinion, to be a Christian in today's world, it's important to be able to understand where everyone else is coming from...and it's good discussion nonetheless. So I wanted everyone to know that there's no need to worry about my faith!! I appreciate it though!!!
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Prospection
(Gary's work once again)
Prospection: The act of looking forward in time or considering the future.
What would you do right now if you learned that you were going to die in ten minutes? Would you race upstairs and light that Marlboro you've been hiding since the Clinton Administration? Would you waltz into your boss's office and present him with a detailed description of his personal defects? Would you drive out to a steakhouse near the mall and order a T-bone, medium rare, with an extra side of REALLY BAD cholesterol? Hard to say, of course, but of all the things you might do in your final ten minutes, it's a pretty safe bet that few of them are things you actually did today.
Now, some people will bemoan this fact, wag their fingers in your direction, and tell you sternly that you should live every minute of your life as if it were your last, which only goes to show that some would spend their final ten minutes giving other people dumb advice. The things we do when we expect our lives to to continue are naturally and properly different that the things we might do if we expected them to end abruptly. We go easy on the lard and tobacco, smile dutifully at yet another of our supervisor's witless jokes, read blogs like this when we could be wearing paper hats and eating pistachio macaroons in the bathtub, and we do each of these things in the charitable service of the people we will soon become. We treat our future selves as though they were our children, spending most of the hours of most of our days constructing tomorrows that we hope will make them happy. Rather than indulging in whatever strikes our momentary fancy, squirreling away portions of our paychecks each month so THEY can enjoy their retirements on a putting green, jogging and flossing with some regularity so THEY can avoid the coronaries and gum grafts, enduring dirty diapers and mind-numbing repetitions of THE CAT IN THE HAT so that someday THEY will have fat-cheeked grandchildren to bounce on their laps. Even plunking down a dollar at the convenience store is an act of charity intended to ensure that the person we are about to become, in the next minute or two, will enjoy the twinkie we are paying for now. In fact, just about any time we WANT something-a promotion, a marriage, an automobile, a cheeseburger- we are expecting that if we get it, then the person who has our fingerprints a second, minute, day, or decade from now will enjoy the world they inherit from us and our choices, honoring our sacrifices as the reap the harvest of our shrewd investment decisions and dietary forbearance.
Yeah, yeah. Don't hold your breath. Like the fruits of our loins, our temporal progeny are often thankless. We toil and sweat to give them just what we think they will like, and they quit their jobs, grow their hair, move to or from St Louis, and wonder how we could ever have been stupid enough to think they'd like THAT. We fail to achieve the accolades and rewards that we consider crucial to their well being, and they end up thanking God that things didn't work out according to a shortsighted plan. Even that person who takes a bite of twinkie we purchased a few minutes ago may make a sour face and accuse US of having bought the wrong snack. No one likes to be criticized, of course, but if the things we successfully strive for do not make our future selves happy, or if the things we unsuccessfully avoid do, then it seems reasonable (if somewhat ungracious) for them to cast a disparaging glance backward and wonder what the hell we were thinking. They may recognize our good intentions and begrudgingly acknowledge that we did the best we could, but they will inevitably whine to their therapists about how our best just wasn't good enough for them. How can this happen? Shouldn't we know the tastes, preferences, needs, and desires of the people we will be next year-or at least later this afternoon? Shouldn't we understand our future selves well enough to shape their lives-to find careers and lovers whom they will cherish, to buy slipcovers for the sofa that they will treasure for years to come? So why do they end up with attics and lives that are full of stuff that we considered indispensable and that they consider painful, embarrassing, or useless? Why do they criticize our choice of romantic partners, second guess our strategies for professional advancement, and pay good money to remove tattoos that we paid good money to get? Why do they experience regret and relief when they think about us, rather than pride and appreciation? We might understand all this if we had neglected them, ignored them, mistreated them in some fundamental way-but damn it, we gave them the best years of our lives! How can they be disappointed when we accomplish our coveted goals, and why are they so damned GIDDY when they end up in precisely the spot where we worked so hard to steer them clear of? Is there something wrong with them?
Or is there something wrong with us?
Please leave comments on what you think..I have more to this if you're interested.
Prospection: The act of looking forward in time or considering the future.
What would you do right now if you learned that you were going to die in ten minutes? Would you race upstairs and light that Marlboro you've been hiding since the Clinton Administration? Would you waltz into your boss's office and present him with a detailed description of his personal defects? Would you drive out to a steakhouse near the mall and order a T-bone, medium rare, with an extra side of REALLY BAD cholesterol? Hard to say, of course, but of all the things you might do in your final ten minutes, it's a pretty safe bet that few of them are things you actually did today.
Now, some people will bemoan this fact, wag their fingers in your direction, and tell you sternly that you should live every minute of your life as if it were your last, which only goes to show that some would spend their final ten minutes giving other people dumb advice. The things we do when we expect our lives to to continue are naturally and properly different that the things we might do if we expected them to end abruptly. We go easy on the lard and tobacco, smile dutifully at yet another of our supervisor's witless jokes, read blogs like this when we could be wearing paper hats and eating pistachio macaroons in the bathtub, and we do each of these things in the charitable service of the people we will soon become. We treat our future selves as though they were our children, spending most of the hours of most of our days constructing tomorrows that we hope will make them happy. Rather than indulging in whatever strikes our momentary fancy, squirreling away portions of our paychecks each month so THEY can enjoy their retirements on a putting green, jogging and flossing with some regularity so THEY can avoid the coronaries and gum grafts, enduring dirty diapers and mind-numbing repetitions of THE CAT IN THE HAT so that someday THEY will have fat-cheeked grandchildren to bounce on their laps. Even plunking down a dollar at the convenience store is an act of charity intended to ensure that the person we are about to become, in the next minute or two, will enjoy the twinkie we are paying for now. In fact, just about any time we WANT something-a promotion, a marriage, an automobile, a cheeseburger- we are expecting that if we get it, then the person who has our fingerprints a second, minute, day, or decade from now will enjoy the world they inherit from us and our choices, honoring our sacrifices as the reap the harvest of our shrewd investment decisions and dietary forbearance.
Yeah, yeah. Don't hold your breath. Like the fruits of our loins, our temporal progeny are often thankless. We toil and sweat to give them just what we think they will like, and they quit their jobs, grow their hair, move to or from St Louis, and wonder how we could ever have been stupid enough to think they'd like THAT. We fail to achieve the accolades and rewards that we consider crucial to their well being, and they end up thanking God that things didn't work out according to a shortsighted plan. Even that person who takes a bite of twinkie we purchased a few minutes ago may make a sour face and accuse US of having bought the wrong snack. No one likes to be criticized, of course, but if the things we successfully strive for do not make our future selves happy, or if the things we unsuccessfully avoid do, then it seems reasonable (if somewhat ungracious) for them to cast a disparaging glance backward and wonder what the hell we were thinking. They may recognize our good intentions and begrudgingly acknowledge that we did the best we could, but they will inevitably whine to their therapists about how our best just wasn't good enough for them. How can this happen? Shouldn't we know the tastes, preferences, needs, and desires of the people we will be next year-or at least later this afternoon? Shouldn't we understand our future selves well enough to shape their lives-to find careers and lovers whom they will cherish, to buy slipcovers for the sofa that they will treasure for years to come? So why do they end up with attics and lives that are full of stuff that we considered indispensable and that they consider painful, embarrassing, or useless? Why do they criticize our choice of romantic partners, second guess our strategies for professional advancement, and pay good money to remove tattoos that we paid good money to get? Why do they experience regret and relief when they think about us, rather than pride and appreciation? We might understand all this if we had neglected them, ignored them, mistreated them in some fundamental way-but damn it, we gave them the best years of our lives! How can they be disappointed when we accomplish our coveted goals, and why are they so damned GIDDY when they end up in precisely the spot where we worked so hard to steer them clear of? Is there something wrong with them?
Or is there something wrong with us?
Please leave comments on what you think..I have more to this if you're interested.
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