I am coming to terms with some things that are slowly proving my age or shall we say the upcoming state of complete stubbornness to accept the new. I think we all are aware of the look we give our parents when they rationalize why they will never be able understand how to use computers or figure out how to set the clocks on VCRs, DVD Players, Stereos, etc. Stop, VCRs are an example in themselves for parents that refused to change to DVDs because it would be a fad. Take for example the resistance to recycle from our parental generation, because it didn’t really matter. The Earth has been around all this time has been fine, right? However, it is beginning to be the time to hold up the dreaded mirror at least form me. (I think. I will need feedback to see if I’m crazy.)
I prefer to buy CD’s still. Reasoning is that I want the art work. However, I have not truly analyze the last four or five CD cases I have bought. I have noticed also that the art has been minimized in many instances. Furthermore one can get all of the art when you buy the MP3. And I end up converting the CD format to MP3. I guess it is a need to have the physical item. It is still difficult to purchase something that you do not even get to hold in your hand. On one hand it is better because it is one less item to leave a carbon footprint, but do we need to rid the world of physical art?
Imagine only looking at the something like the “Mona Lisa” on a screen or piece of paper. It is easy I guess for many since the painting is behind protective glass and in Europe. I have never personally viewed it myself, but I am aware of the impact art has when face to face with it.
So is a CD no just mass produced replication of the original art on paper? Well poppycock!
A few things left undone seem to be the untied shoe laces you know about. Consciously you can walk around, occasionally run if need be without being tripped up. However, as soon as you lessen your efforts the fall is forthcoming. Although your hands are full and you are merely trying to make it from point A to point B so you can set these things down, it becomes evident you should have taken the time.
So I have a few things that nag at me and perhaps fall under a slightly more advanced analogy. Being in a city of utter gloom and allowing the end of one band consume my advancement to another. Perhaps it is knowing how pleasant things were that derail us.
I believe it is time to make the effort of putting things down on occasion to not allow myself or at least my mind from getting tripped up.
Filed under: Political
Must be a God damn Liberal! It is the seemingly obvious reaction to anyone that is not a Republican. Evidently there are only “those” liberals (say that with the most reprehensible sneer possible) and then you have the real people. Pardon me for not being a Christian Zealot praying for more firearms so that I can kill all creatures inferior. Let’s hope God is not a Republican, eh. When did someone for humanity become such a lunatic. Seriously, is the world so perfect that humane actions are merely not worth while anymore. Shall we call it a day for the quest to enrich mankind with a government fair and just, or maybe we could say something like justice for all.
I guess the reality is that I should become set in my ways so I can look out for my greed and hold true to this great nation of Red, White and Blue (I swear there is some meaning to those colors). You know we could create another war to get out of this economic crunch, it’s not like a recession or depression ever follows them. All hail the Right Wing Way, for it is straight and true to the American Dream where anyone (unless you are an immigrant, in which you are more than likely a terrorist) can attain a life of freedom and the pursuit of happiness (so long as the Government collects, taxes, mortgages, personal rights) under God (that is if you believe the Christian God) with liberty (so long as we continue to allow the wealthy to reign with Corporate America behind the wheel) and Justice for All (yes a just and righteous way for all that believe this great Republican Democracy).
Although I have written things in the past solely about myself, I prefer to offer something with a more universal tone. There is a much larger picture that envelopes us and I try to acknowledge that I am by no means a center of orbit. However, I have been coerced to ramble upon my self-awareness over the past eight weeks. This writer is a dad, and new at it.
So, what little intricacies have I discovered about myself in this short and yet seemingly long time? I must admit nothing is truly overwhelming surprising. I guess I knew no matter the circumstance I could prevail. Be it awake for countless hours starting to slip on the handle-bars of reality or astonished by a first smile of recognition from my little girl that completely stops time; I knew I was able to sustain my well-being and support those that are in need. Face it, the baby is not the only one in need of constant assurance. Though my wife has been more solid than she realizes, we’re both new at this. It takes a second to react and realize every situation at hand. All in all this probably a disappointing post since I am claiming to have been well prepared and have learned nothing. Well that is not entirely true. The fact is that I constantly had J.D. moments (Dr Dorian) and drifted through purposefully imaging the moments I would encounter from all aspects of being a dad/husband/me. I still do. I think about my daughter’s graduation from high school, the first time she says “I Hate You,” the first time she comes home from college (hopefully), and countless other big moments as well as the little stuff. It’s only been 56 days, there is still time for shocking self-discovery.
I have noticed something. There seems to be some secret fraternity of parents. It is an odd thing when you are seemingly young in a relatively high position in the construction industry and have things turn on a dime when you have a kid. At one point I am perceived as a kid (a kid pushing 30 mind you) whose opinions are irrelevant, but then you are part of their little club. Ordinarily gruff men turn into little women talking about their babies. The world is a wreck.
