Listen. If you are going to captain your own ship. And you decide to have a co-pilot to come along on the ride with you. Then you need to make sure that you have a well defined “chain of command” structure. You cannot have anyone pulling any rank on you on your ship. No matter whom they think they are or in fact actually are. If you don’t that is when the trouble begins on your ship.

The preceding message was to prove that God has a sense of humor. And if I am going to write things like that then my soul needs to have a disclaimer clause attached to it. And for those of you who think that God does not have a sense of humor. And find any attempt to point out God’s laugh factor to be sacrilegious. Do the following. Take a look in the mirror. And then take a look at the person you are with. Humor is a cruel lesson in life.

I am on this semi-religion kick after watching this season’s episodes of Lost. And I am trying to remember the story behind the names of Biblical and mythological characters they are referencing. And I am hoping to decode the story line of the show to see if I am going to right about the finale. The answer is…Probably not.

The headlines are filled once again with the usual suspects of crazy religious people running amuck in our world. It is funny they all preach that their “God” is one of peace. But somehow they seem to be caught with a shit load of guns and explosives. Then again I am willing to listen very carefully to anyone with a gun to my head. It does not seem like a good time to point out the flaws in their message of “peace”. But I think they are using the wrong word for “peace”. I looked up “peace” in the dictionary. The meaning of the word does not include .22, .45, .357, M-16, AK-47, etc. Check the spell checker. You may be thinking “Piece”.

God may exist in some other world as a single being. However, God on Earth with his many “only” spokespeople does not work per say. On Earth, with all of these people “God” comes off looking like a just another big bureaucracy. That means is there is lot of confusing and redundant paperwork. Ridiculously high fees. And the customer service call center is located in India too. I find it hard to believe I am talking to man named “Bob” there. God may have to consider downsizing his workforce here too. Everyone else is. So he will not look out of place. I must be crazier with that last thought. With all the religious wars being fought around the world. And I am thinking God needs to be even more competitive in the marketplace.

Here is my own personal prayer to God.

Please have a sense of humor. Please have a sense of humor. Please have a sense of humor. Please have a sense of humor. Please have a sense of humor. Please have a sense of humor.

If not. Please make it quick.


On a clear and starry night as you look up into the sky, you do begin to ponder your significance in this world. Are you part of something bigger than yourself? Or are you just a small speck that is easily overlooked? It is hard not to question your views on philosophy and religion. Nietzsche was right when he said, “As you stare into the abyss the abyss is staring back at you.”

What are you connected to? And all of the other questions related to it come to mind too. These thoughts have been racing through my head for a while now. I think they started about the time I received the announcement of my high school reunion. I made up an excuse and skipped it. High school seems to be “another time in a galaxy that is far away”. I was a quiet person in high school too. And most of the significant events in my life at the time took place outside of there. What do you have to really say to people who were not there for them? And of all the events in one’s life why are the high school years the one people want to reunite for? Maybe it is to say that you can be a survivor of post traumatic stress. The popular cultural take on high school is that it sucks. Just watch the movies about high school alone. Maybe high school reunion is to say time and space somehow changes the outcome. Who knows? And like any other tradition the one who started the idea of high school reunion should be treated as a “suspect”. There are events in your life best left to the past. Hindsight maybe 20/20. But do you really want to always be looking back?

I have also been listening to Roger Waters’ 1987 album Radio K.A.O.S. It is a concept album. It is the story of a handicap young man who has the ability to hear radio waves. He makes friends with a radio DJ and tries to reach out to the world. In the end, he hacks into the military computers and fakes the world that all the nuclear bombs have been launched all at once. Can’t you tell the 80′s foreign policy was an influence on this album? I would link to the songs but it is better to listen to this album as a whole. It reminds me of a time when people did tune into a radio to hear music and talk to the DJ between songs. Radio used to have a community sense to it. Today, for the most part it is just repetitive and overly argumentative programming.

I am not sure if there is anything we will tune into en masse every again. Sadly, it will be a horrific, mass tragedy. I am beginning to think that the Super Information Highway is becoming like the car drive on a normal highway. The only time we slow down to notice anyone else is at the scene of an accident. And even fewer stop to actually help someone out. There is a lot of information available on the Internet but the only sites that seem to get a lot of traffic are the ones showing someone who failed in a spectacular way. But I will admit it is really entertaining.

Mass communication is miraculous accomplishment when you think of the speed and the scale in which it is happening. However, there may be an overload of output sources. How many e-mail addresses, phone numbers, Twitters, Facebook accounts are effective to have in the end? Remember there was a time that when the phrase “Googling yourself” was code for masturbation. Now you are actually cross checking how you are referenced on the Web. And chances are you are still being called a “jack off”. Nothing really changes that much. Just the terminology has.

Everyone is running around trying to find that “voice” that speaks for them. They are trying to find their own channel out there. Tuning in. Tuning out. A mouse click is same as channel surfing the dial.

Social networks are the rage. But are they making anyone feel closer? I think the Newton’s Laws of Motion really applies to the nature of human relations when it is all broken down.

I am going to admit that I do like checking Facebook updates. I have learned more about what some of my friends are doing in the last year. Quantity is up. But the quality is about the same. I do not want that to seem like a necessarily bad thing. It is what is. People are as opened or as closed on the Internet as they are in real life. The idea that people recreate themselves in cyberspace seems a bit flawed. However, I do not play Mafia Wars, World of War Craft, or Second Life online so my research is a bit lacking on the topic.

I also watched the movie Crash again. It is a story about how people are connected in ways they are not even aware of.

I think this movie got me thinking again about how and why people are connected or not.

I have to admit to take some time now and then to scan who know who on Facebook. It is kind of funny who really knows who. There is a dark side at times to this. It includes free time, a couple of beverages and the search engine. And trying to figure out how the people you know came together and a part. And the cycle continues like it always does. It reminds me of lesson from a human communications class I took. It is the concept of relationship maintenance. Our intentions may be well placed however we only have the ability to hold meaningful relations with a small fraction of the people we know. There is no tool that can expand that ability. But still we want to know more people anyways. This is why we have unlimited calling plans on our phones. It the end, we are spinning around this universe in some way. This is why we need insurance. We are going to crash in some fashion. One way or another.
Now it is time to cue up the music.



For some fun reading on the other side of the lawyer perspective.

Tucker Max’s story The Now Infamous Tucker Max Charity Auction Debacle

The blog written by an actual lawyer (who wants to remain nameless) called Philalawyer.net. And his book Happy Hour is for Amateurs was funny, twisted collection of stories.

 

I do not want to start a debate on any specific political policy. I am not going to debate any of the outcomes to the recently passed health care bill. I do not want to place blame or give credit to one side or another. I just want to say politics on a whole is becoming more of a “theater performance” than anything that can be called practical. However, politics still has major ramifications on us. And I am beginning to wonder how much more we as a society as a whole can take.

I will say it again the movie The Matrix is really a behind-the-scenes look at our world. It is so real that no one actually believes it. The truth as we know maybe a false construction. Like the news in many if not all of the major media outlets. The news is has more spin to it now than a washing machine cycle. Remember what you do not see is important as what you do see. It really is all being presented like a daily horror movie now.

Maybe we do have to make the decision about taking the blue or the red pill. And then seeing how big the rabbit hole really is.

Our world economy is driven more by advertising and sponsorship then actual purchases. Think about how much you see and hear as advertising. And then think about how many of those items you actually purchase.

The following is not my idea. I have heard it from many different sources. Like it was mentioned in this article.

If you follow the money trail far enough you may not find the truth but you will discover the agenda at work. Our politicians fall into this “hook, line and sinker”


It is time they start to lead by example. If it is good enough for professional sports then they should get in line too. It would be good to know what groups are sponsoring them. You can look at all the logos and know right away without hearing them speak how they are thinking on an issue. And giving the way some of them are acting lately I think making them wear clown outfits would be more appropriate. Or would be as worthless as “putting lipstick on a pig? I think we call come to a bipartisan agreement here. But then again we are still debating whether or not “it tastes great” or “it’s less filling”. Maybe Idiocracy is coming on the horizon.

The other problem is that a high percentage of the elected members to Congress are lawyers. The makeup of Congress also does not reflect the population as whole based on percentages. The only real lesson I learned from my college statistics class was how easy it is to manipulate the numbers to get the result you want. Mark Twain said, “A lie can get halfway around the world before the truth can even get its boots on…” Please approach any poll results with caution. And use them sparingly. But back to lawyers. It is an extreme thought that Shakespeare had in Henry VI when he said, “The first thing we do is kill all the lawyers”. I think we have a false image of the “nobility” of lawyers. Since, they deal with law everyday then they should be well versed in making law. If so, then why do we have plenty of examples of dumb laws in this country? Daytime TV is filled with judge shows. Judge Judy, Joe Brown, Mathis, etc. The shows are filled with lawyer ads in the commercial breaks. They all say the same basic thing. That you are broken, it was not your fault and someone else should pay for it. A lawyer is great at placing blame on others. A lawyer is also well versed in denying his or her client bares no responsibility. The previous two attributes somehow come off as a lawyer being a skillful leader. And we keep electing them. A lawyer is also good in burying you in a pile of paperwork. The paperwork is like Internet software agreement statements. NO ONE reads that shit either. The tax form is a prime example. A lawyer is also very good at sniffing out a pocket full of money. And this explains our countries tax code. The problem lies in the great fact that money has a way of convoluting the facts.

This is explains why we find “dead lawyer” jokes funny. It also comes from what we witnessed on TV during OJ Simpson Murder Trial. The whole thing was nothing but theater. There was so much “smoke and mirrors” used that there should been a fine leveled by the Environmental Protection Agency. The trial was nothing more than a toxic waste dump on the legal system.

Although, I wish more lawyers acted like Atticus Finch (played by Gregory Peck) in the classic movie To Kill a Mockingbird. He was named by the American Film Institute to be the “Greatest Film Hero of All Time”. I guess I am not above media manipulation on my image of how a lawyer should be.

The Freakonomics Podcast offered a perspective on how things may operate if we let the economists take charge. Maybe it is time to gamble on an alternative.

There is another reason why we are not that great at picking a person to represent us. A person who can promote change that has an impact in our lives. It all starts back in middle or in high school. It is the electing of the student government. This is based solely on popularity. It is a prime example of how to establish a “Puppet Government”. The most popular jock was always elected President. Can you think of a worse basis for a government structure than the social hierarchy of high school? Basing, a government on the social stereotypes of The Breakfast Club characters is ludicrous. However, the movie makes a good model for future therapy, Dr. Phil ratings and the marketing strategy of the adult beverage industry. And let us not forget Girls Gone Wild.  The student government really never did anything that was not sanctioned the school administration anyways. This is why as adults many people believe that a conspiracy of a secret society is really running things. In the end, dances and pep rallies are amusing at best. Unless someone ends up drunk, pregnant, in a car accident or all the above.

Finally, the other problem is our reliance on Top 10 lists, award shows and box office receipts as a measure of quality. I would link to them but they are everywhere and easy to find. Most of the time they are in your e-mail “Inbox” folder.

Remember, sometimes a piece of shit floats to the top. It is because it has too much air or too much fat. And lacks any real fiber content in it. Like any of The Transformers movies.


  Warren Zevon – Lawyers, Guns and Money .mp3  
   
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  John Lennon – Working Class Hero .mp3  
   
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I have also been looking at the mysteries of life. Like will the TV show Lost end the season with a Soprano’s style ending. But this is really a non relevant side note to the other issues at hand.

It seems like my own personal “DeLorean” seems to have broken its flux capacitor yet again. It seems like I always come back to re-evaluating my blog. The truth is I should from time to time I should look at what I am doing.

I have been contemplating the whole notion of context and its placement. Here is an example. Oil underground is a resource. The same oil taken and dumped on your lawn then becomes pollution. The only thing that has changed is location. This same thought process I am applying to my site. I am trying to figure out how to build traffic. I want that traffic to engage the material posted. My friend who writes the blog Misplaced in the Midwest is in the midst of a flame war on his site. I was a bit jealous because he got a spike in traffic. I also like he was able to generate comments. In the end, love and hate is both the same when it comes to drawing attention on a blog. It may not be pretty but it did get results. He did offer to start one with me just to help. I thought it was cheating to make up a flame war. I just want some acknowledgment. Other than Spammers who are a complete waste of oxygen.

Pearls Before Swine
 

I have been looking to make changes to the look of my website and blog. I have been looking at how to instructions to figure out how to do it. The problem is computer code looks like a combination of my college calculus textbooks combined with my Spanish textbook. It looks like some new age form of Greek to me. I heard someone say this idea once. “It sucks to be creative (I hope I am) because you never have all the skills you need to complete your idea. And it is a pain in the ass trying to find the people and the resources needed to fill in the holes.”

I listened to a SMODcast (Episode#110) that was dealing with how to pay for a podcast site. It leads to a very funny discussion of product endorsement. I wish I could merchandise an idea off of my site. I am nowhere close to that happening.

The other problem is my own internal mental batteries are a bit too drained out lately. There are people who exist in my life that I cannot avoid at the moment. And they are draining me. They always seem to have a problem or act like one. There are people who present you problems as a challenge that can excite. And then there are the others (like the ones here) who do nothing but drag you down. And they will never be happy with anything you say to them or anything you do for them. It is always going to be the same shit with them. This gave me idea for a service Roto-Rooter should provide. Who is better than a plumber in getting blocked up shit flowing again? Therefore, they should offer certain clients colon cleansing treatments. Get their shit out of the way.

My mind wanders when the mental batteries get low. I need to find things that get my mind something to run on. For example, I found new podcasts to listen. They were Tell ‘em Steve-Dave and Freakonomics Radio. I also have been watching the video lectures at TED.org. This is the one that goes with my current thought process (or lack thereof).


 

I just read the new book from the people behind Keith and the Girl podcast. I bought because I wanted to support a show that makes me laugh and think every time I listen to an episode. Their book is called What Do We Do Know? Smart Answers to You Stupid Relationship Questions. You have never read a relationship book like this one. Read for yourself. They posted the first chapter of the book. Be prepared. They take a very direct approach to questions asked.

I know that I am the last person on the planet who needs a book on relationships. However, this leads into my second part of assessment that I am in. They fact is that when it comes to relationships in my life I am pretty much a social retard on the matter. I think I may have subconsciously began to think about this a few weeks ago when I realized yet another friend was going down for the count. Yes, he was about to get married. Another one lost to the dark side. I went to his stag party a few weeks ago. It makes you wonder why anyone really needs to have a last party like a stag. The stag was the usual affair one may expect. Although observing the two strippers there did give me an insight into how the free market system works. It is amazing how price marks and service levels co-exist. I did contribute to one collection out of curiosity. (Believe it or not. I did not directly participate in any of their act.) Many of the products we purchase throughout our lives are made with the hope that they will miraculously. Just watch an “As Seen on TV” infomercial with anything being peddled by the late Billy Mays. I did win the “mystery bag” in the raffle. It contained a bag of full of adult toys. This was different than my normal bag. It did not contain duct tape, sleeping pills and the keys to a van with no windows. But the winning prize made me wonder. Like who was the person who looked at a fruit roll up snack and thought with some string this could be edible underwear? There is a secret tribe of purple flesh toned people out there who I think are exaggerating just a bit. Size matters as a product. I wonder about the people who actually are paid to take the time to design such products. Do you think they are proud of how they are using their engineering degrees at the reunion?

Continuing on. Here is the trailer from a classic movie.


 

The movie has been reviewed as being an allegory about the McCarthy Witch Trials of the 1950′s. I think the movie survives to this day as being an allegory about marriage.

I know I am the last person to say anything about marriage or any type of relationship. I am suspicious of anything that is started by a silly ceremony. Some call it tradition. I call tradition an act that makes people suffer like you did. Secretly, no one really likes tradition. Also it concludes with the line, “Until death do we part.” Sounds like a line from a horror movie. And I know how I am. At some point, my wife would actually pencil the day in on the calendar. I am guessing the day would coincide with a holiday that has fireworks associated with it. Celebrate Good Times!

I know I am single. At this point, I know the score. I would like to be with a woman where I can be myself. I do not want a relation that involves having to constantly explain and defend myself. (Been there. Done that. It is the formula for a disaster. And this all I am going to say on it.) It is what it is. I am also being haunted from the memory of my grandmother who always reminded me. “You are so weird. No girl will ever find anything you like to be attractive.” My rebuttal was basically, what you see if what you get. I also got screwed by the writers of the Constitution with the 8th Amendment. Talk about foresight for a preemptive strike.

There are other reasons I am not married. I believe in the old GI adage. “Never share a foxhole with someone crazier than yourself.” She needs to be crazy but cannot exceed my levels. That is tricky. I always hear a sense of humor is important. It is never in the top 5 listings in a personal ad. I have read the scouting reports. It is also rare to find a woman who can tell a joke. I do not have any biological clock built in me. If I did I am sure it is in a completely different time zone. It comes down to this final observation on why at this stage of life that I am not married. And this might offend some people I know. I have not meant the woman that is willing to accept 50% of my shit. But more importantly I have not meant the woman who I am willing to spend the rest of my life being passive aggressive with. Playing the games that are about the idea of “I love you but first I must defeat you.” It does seem a bit extreme. I am not going into battle against the dark side without a strong flashlight.

“Adversity introduces a man to himself” – Anonymous

 

Finally another song I discovered to end this posting.

  Port O’Brien – My Will Is Good .mp3  
   
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