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I feel off again today. It's because I'm going to bed to late......and E ended up waking me up last night.

Anyway,

Something's got to change.........
Work pisses me off. The whole concept of "work" in America - the West - for that matter, pisses me off. The current job model (sounds fancy. yeah, i pulled it out of my ass.) is based on eight hours a day, BUT you're not considered a "team player" or a hard worker unless you work overtime. FUCK, in 30 years will be based on a ten hour day - 50 hr. work week.

I'm still ready to move to NE Afghanistan and open up a tea shop in a mountain village up there - or a brewery........

I sent the story in the previous post (pissin in the milk) to a bunch of my friends and here's a response one of them sent me;

I went out with this gal for 5 years. We lived together for three years, bought a house together, our parents were friends, pretty much living a married life. Well, one day I find out that she’s not being faithful (looking back at it I was pretty stupid not to see it – but that’s a different story). Needless to say, I was shocked and devastated.



I packed up my stuff immediately, but before I left the house, I went to the fridge and pissed in the milk. It was a completely reflexive action and I haven’t spoken to her since.



M

A bit o' comedy.

I was at work needing a splash of milk for my bowl of cereal. I went to the community fridge in the break room and saw that there was a full half gallon of milk. I couldn't just splash a bit into my bowl, because there were two people in the break room with me. So, I asked them both, "Do you think it would be a problem if I put a splash of someone esle's milk into my cereal bowl?" And, to that, the lady said, "No, no, no. Don't do it...." etc, etc. The man (Marketing Manager, I might add), reinforced what the lady said by saying, "I piss in my milk so no one else will drink it....."

The act of asking for less, not more, is a radical act – far more radical than it's ever given credit for.
- by James




Within a religious context (asking for less), check out this blurb by a friend.

Some Pics of our little runts:


Syd woke up feeling like a Flock o' Seaguls.....


Javan bonding w/his pops...


J being artsy (mediums used: cans, eggshells, ketchup, and plate)......

Solidarity
Eduardo Galeano

I don't believe in charity. I believe in solidarity. Charity is so vertical. It goes from the top to the bottom. Solidarity is horizontal. It respects the other person and learns from the other. I have a lot to learn from other people.

- taken from the Bruderhof Daily Dig.

I recommend checking this community out. Fuckin rox.

Have a good day, all.

The Bodies

Check these guyz out. Good 'ol fashioned west coast (sonoma) punk.

Enjoy.

Bumper Sticker on a vehicle in Tucson, AZ read:

"I love all that love the Pooper"

IRONY:

We (Americans) as a people, are terrified of death - yet we continue to create life.......

today feels off........don't know what to say or do. work is annoying....tired of passive agressive, pc bullshit.....

Map the States you've visited - or DRIVEN (no airports) through.



create your own personalized map of the USA


spam, spam, spam, spam.....

Just came across a band called The Bled. E grew up with the guitar player for the band, and they actually sound pretty fucking good! I really haven't heard anything special (that peaks my interests) come out of Tucson, so I thought, "Another bland band....." BUT NO! they sound pretty good. Raise the horns and rock on, Germs.

Latest office talk: Tennis rackets should not be allowed on airplanes.......

Here's my horrorscope for today:


"Cancer:
(June 22-July 22)
If your works aren't saintly, they're pretty close. You have an outsider's perspective and an insider's pull. The world brightens at your touch and stays light after you move on."





I'm a superstar.

What the fuck do sales reps get paid to do?

I swear, in business classes, the teachers are telling the students that there really isn't much to it - just ask the people working under you, or the people that you out rank how to do your job, they'll tell you.

Keep in mind that I work for a relatively small company, trying to be a big company - so, at the moment, the sales force are considered gods.

Two more lbs! That's eight lbs since Sunday. Damn, I'm feelin good.

Still been thinkin about my gramps. He sounds lonely - deprived of attention. Here's the way I see things. Gram and Gramps have been living in or near this town called Superior, Nebraska since THEY were kids. Superior - if you place your finger on Omaha, and then trace a line to your left till you hit about half-way, then go down to the Kansas/Nebraska border, there you'll find Superior. Last count, this town had 2400 people and now probably has 1500 to 2000. All old people. G&G used to complain that all of the kids were leaving the town when they graduated from high-school - sorry folx, the old school (born in the town, live in the town, work in the town - or on the farm, have your wife make you lemon-ade as you sit out on the front porch and all of your little ones scamper around your feet next to your white picket fence while your wife then cooks the meal, then die in the town) is dying - close to dead. Anyway, forgive my tangentasizing. Where was I? By the way, as a young buck, visiting this town was fun (pre-teen), BUT when I began hanging out there post-preteen and beyond, it was rough. I met some of the kids, around 16 or so, asked them what they did for fun. They said, "Go down to the creek (pronounced "crick") and drink beer." What a life.

ANYWAY, my gramps loved his Superior life. Gram, on the other hand, was fed up with it. Well about 10 yrs ago or so, they made the big move - and it wasn't just up the street - they packed up and moved to Rapid City, SD. Well, my Grams eyes were OPENED to the new world presented to her. It's like they did a switch - Gramps used to (in Superior) always be at the farm splittin wood, workin on his garden, walkin beans, down at various stores talkin to people - he was accepted every where he went, everybody new his name (GOD, THIS LADY KEEPS TALKING OVER THE CUBE TO ME AND I'M GOING FUCKING CRAZY!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!) and gram would stay at home, go to her bridge club, go for walks, and that was about it. Now, in Rapid City, gram is going on hikes, all the time. She's got three or four really close friends that she's always walking with - it's great! But, gramps now spends his days goin to the Y for a couple o' hours, goin home and sleepin the rest of the day. He doesn't like Rapid at all, and gram said she'd never go back to Superior.

Granpops lost everything that was familiar to him. Damn, can you imagine living in the same damn place for over 60 yrs, and then just up and moving to a completely different place? Although, Gramps is racist and chauvinistic, my heart still goes out to him.

Alright, all of that to say why he's down. Fuck, I miss him.

All for now.

Atkins, Atkins, Atkins.

I've lost six pounds since Sunday. My body is not liking the fact that I have deprived it of it's usual essential carbs it needs to function - ie. chips, peanut butter, chocolate, bread, etc. I'm surviving, though.

I feel vain, though. Let me tell you why. My fam, along with E's extended fam, are going to Hawaii in the middle of May. Initially, as a stand against "fab diets for the sake of looking good on the beach", was that I was going to eat as much as I possibly could up until we go, buy a speedo and an afro wig, and bare it all on the beaches of Hawaii (the afro wig was going to go down the speedo so I could have black, curly hair spilling out the sides). Anyway, I opted to go the "fab diet..." route. I guess it's good that I'm a bit embarrased about my weight/belly, now I'm motivated to lose it! Anyway, that's about as deep as I'm going to get at the moment.

I've started reading the latest from Cory Doctorow; "Eastern Standard Tribe". It's pretty good - check it out!

That's all for now.

I mean "Electronic Intifada"........

Ahem, I had the title of my lind to the "Electronic Infitada" labeled "The Infantada"........

"Hey there whitey....." Anyway, I have changed it.

Well, yesterday was eventful. I decided to start the 'ol Atkins diet.......my belly is big, so I want to loose it, and actually, I lost four lbs. yesterday - in one day!

Dawn of the Dead fucking rocked. The zombies in the movie haul ass - not your typical zombie image.

When they want some live flesh, they get it. There's also some great comedy in the flick as well. Well worth your bones. Anyway, so here's monday. I was blogging a bit about death yesterday. It seems that there's such a negative view on death. It's the end. So, should it be viewed as positive....? I don't think so. Is it possible for us as humans to see something or even experience something and just let it be - not attach anything negative or positive to the thing?

E and me are off to see Dawn of the Dead.

I'm excited about that.

Good movie day so far. Finished up Duplex, which made me laugh. Just watched Lost in Translation - I love that movie - and now I'm about to see DoftheD.

spoke with my gramps two nights ago. Left me a bit restless and unsatisfied. What was i looking for, you might ask - I can't answer that - I don't know. Gramps is a sad fellow at the moment. What left me empty was the fact that he is going to die before I do (more than likely) and there's nothing I can do about it. I've never had to deal with the death of someone close to me......

All of the sudden I'm interested in the NCAA college b-ball tournament. Don't ask me why. I think it's because it reminds me of my pops and my gramps. A fond memory I have of my fam is sitting down and watching basketball tournaments. That was always a fun time. Gram and Gramps would come 'round, and we'd sit and chill and watch the NCAA tournament games. Also, my neighbor Kurt has awakened another memory. Kurt is a high school math teacher in a town just north of Tucson - and he's also a b-ball coach at that school. Yes, it's another b-ball memory. Gramps and me used to go to the Nebraska state high-school all-day playoffs. I can't remember if I liked being there or not, but for some reason, I don't care. It reminds me of gramps. I miss my gramma and granpa - especially my granpa. He's a real quiet guy - doesn't seem to be to happy......wow, this is a string I never intended to go off on. This is something I need to think about before I write anymore about it.

Hope you all have a good day.

Hooray, I can post pics.

Anyway, today was a much better one than I've had for a while. I love my Blog. It's very cathartic. My Blog is like my easy chair. Kick back and relax...........

Some Dallas Pics:

My Generous Hosts (sorry about that rash, Kowzar)


Gul Khan

Here's some long overdue pics from me Dallas trip

Greetings and Salutations.

I woke up this morning, took a piss WHILE brushing my teeth, took my shower, started to get dressed and BAM - i stopped and looked at my wife, lying there and I realized that I haven't stopped to look at her in a long time........and I haven't stopped to look at much for a long time. And then it hit me, when I look at life, look at people, look at events around me, my mind is always thinking about other things related to what I'm looking at or just completely other things (hope I don't lose you). Let me see if I can get an example; Javan and Sydney (OH YEAH, SHE TOOK HER FIRST FIVE STEPS TO ME LAST NIGHT! She has taken steps; like one or two, but last night she stood up on her own, and walked over to me.......tear) are playing outside and I'm out there to watch them - make sure that they don't get hurt, help them if they get stuck, warn them if they're about to do something, etc - but I'm not really noticing them. What I mean is that I don't notice their smiles, I don't notice their movements, I don't notice their voices. In my mind, I've already fast forwarded to the night, or some other bullshit. As cliche as it sounds, I'm not noticing my here and now surroundings. I'm not taking things and people as they are and then letting them be. This may be my upward swing........damn I hope so.

Damn, I did the link wrong for previous post.

Everything was going fine until.......

Here are two bands to help you celebrate St. Patty's day;

Flogging Molly

and

Dropkick Murphy's

Flogging Molly's website has a visual explosion to enjoy, and the Murphy's has some sounds and visuals to make for a happy day.

Enjoy.

Tonia's word of the day; cafagymatorium

oh my. can't get motivated. i must say, last night was amazing! The fam and i went down to our local park and kicked back for a couple o' hours in the grass. Grass is an amazing thing when you live in the middle of the desert.

Javan can huck a frisbee well. I was impressed - he needs to work on trajectory, but he's rockin it. Syd says, "yeah" now. it's fuckin hilarious! She gives kisses and semi-hugs (no arms - i mean, she has arms, but doesn't use 'em). Javan was having a hard time breathing yesterday, hope he's okay.

I guess it's time to pick up my copy of "raising cain" and glean some wisdom on how to raise my boy. it's difficult at the moment. the challenge right now is to teach him that the faster he gets his chores done, the quicker he'll be outside playing.

Now, while I was typing I had a few of mini-epiphanies (did i spell that right...?).
1) the root of most of my stress in raising my kids is because i'm lazy. Example; I ask Javan to clean his room, and he wants me to help him. My fat ass is sitting on the couch watching tv and I tell him, "no, you do it yourself - and you're going to get punished if you don't......" I can relate, though, to his request. I tend to work much better - and do a better job - when people are helping me get the task done - community.
2) he's okay with slowly cleaning his room all day. He'll clean a bit and then play a bit, then clean a bit and then play a bit. What's wrong with that....? I say nothing.
3) also, i have to admit (embarassingly) he emmulates his father, when it comes to chores. I don't like them - I loathe them. Shit, my parents made me keep my room spotless. That didn't teach me "cleanliness/tidiness". In regards to chores, I'm still a slob when it comes to chores.

Ahhhh, that helped. I love my kids. Javan is kick ass.

The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'.
Larry Hardiman from The Quotes Page

This looks like a pretty kick ass site.

Buddhism w/o Beliefs.......

An amazing book that speaks of freedom......check it out. More on this later.

I'm excited about this because E is reading "Siddhartha" at the same time. It's a serendipitous experience - we both began reading these works without even talking to each other about them.......I love you, E.

Back in the Day is some pics from '91 to '94ish. Good for a laugh.

Learn how to Blend In

DAMN i feel "expressionally constipated...."

E and me saw "Big Fish" last night. Incredible movie;

Here's a quote, "It's rude to talk about religion, cuz you never know who you're going to offend......"

Great shit. I'm not ready to settle down......BUT I have a house payment, a credit card payment, two kids, two dogs, live in suburbia, FUCK what am I doing......

E asked me why I was so somber last night. There's a scene in big fish that impacted me a bit - actually, I had to force myself to let it impact me - that's how numb I've become - anyway. The actor comes upon a town called Spectre - where people eventually wind up and never leave. It's a beautiful town - white picket fences, church at the end, people just sittin and relaxin around the table; actually, now that I think about it, it does sound kinda nice, and that's the subtle trappings that I am forever falling more and more down into - I'm in my own "Spectre" and am in danger of never leaving. There was nothing wrong with the people in the town - they just didn't want to leave - contrast that with Ewan's character - he had to get out. Unfortunately, I can't just be happy in one place. The past five years - as far as money, work, school, living arrangements go - have been a progressive hell. Not in the sense of the violent hell that we all think about - I haven't really been violently tormented in my life - it's more like the old story of the toad. Their body adjusts to it's surrounding temp. So, if you put it in a pan of boiling water, it will never feel the heat until it's to late...........

Dallas was inspiring. (Thank you Dan, Emily, and Trev - and crew) but it's becoming slowly not so inspiring - I don't want to lose that! I was moved by community, grace, care, patience, peace, comfort - damn I miss it already.

More later.

My beautiful wife Rony reminded me yesterday that men go through their monthly cycle as well. Thanx B for asking if I'm okay.....

Is anybody reading this.....? if so, take a look at mr. travis' blogshpot.

newsoftheodd

No fucking motivation today. I have something up my ass and I can't figure out what it is.......I had no desire to come to work today......I think it's because I have no one to talk to........maybe not......oh well....on with the day

Well, me thinks i'm going to change the flow of this blog a bit. Corporate america is what it is. Fuck it. Here I am. I'm going to begin posting a bit about daily life - no biggy. Updates, etc. Hope you have a good day.