Good food, nice people. Thank you, Deb, for the invitation. Too tired for a long post tonight, and a true focus is needed for the content. My life, while interesting (at times) to me, I don't believe can generate any page hits at the moment..Oh...another....guy with a blog. Yawn.
LOOK! A unicorn!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
CAUTION:
Emotional content within, this will not be the ongoing content of this blog.
The Blues
Oh, self-pity, you are a draconian master. Feelin’ Bad Blues playing in the background. Ry Cooder using a guitar as a flensing knife to lay bare the flesh and blood meat jacket to access the soul? Oh, man up and quit yer whining…
Why, oh why does this bother me so? And as someone recently advised they likely do not genuinely care for other people? If this is how it feels NOT to care, then perhaps I don’t have the stones to genuinely care. No, that’s not true at all, but then…read on..
That which The Blues either leads to or lead to The Blues
Introspection. Self Examination. Recrimination.
I called out for a friend. A response was heard, and joy rang through the town. Ok..not so much. A sigh of relief from my chair in front of my PC monitor then. Conversation via email and text ensued. Pleased to find an outlet for what was apparently a Niagra Falls of communication, information surged forth from me, prompted by questions from my new friend. Probing questions, often the kind that require some thought, or at least that thoughts be organized prior to response. Joy ensued, mad typing causing thumb and finger discomfort though ignored in the desire to communicate.
Apparently when one spends much more time with oneself than has been historically the case self-absorption may follow. The urge to talk about oneself endlessly with the result of the other party to the conversation assuming no interest in their story, pain, feelings, etcetera. Perhaps temporary insanity could be claimed, although I’m on the fence..after all it is my sanity about which we’re speaking. Which leads to..
Ham Handed Empathy
It doesn’t matter what thought process may have led to the point where this happens; Nor if your interest is genuine, as it will appear insincere, forced and clumsy. Again neither intent nor feeling is relevant, as no substantiation is possible. When attempting to reach out to someone possessed with a modicum of intelligence, one should be careful not to insult said intelligence. This is a bad thing, no matter what the motivation or depth of concern or feeling.
Email, texting, and other relatively new forms of communication have led to “relationships” being developed in some cases, perhaps many, among people who’ve never met in person.
Body language, inflection, attitude, speech volume, tone….all of these things are generally lost in, for example, a text message conversation. This can result in misinterpretation, obviously. So also “out of sequence” replies, or someone as myself who might be replying in a “stream of consciousness” format. A gentle way of saying random thoughts scatterbrained into keyboard inputs and strewn into the ether. And thus into misunderstood messages, not fatal but certainly frustrating.
I’m Sorry??
For what, exactly?
Only the possible loss of someone I’d imagine would be a good and true friend. So hard to find.
Can almost imagine being at the end of a Rage comic…Forever Alone. Oh…Man up… And I couldn't help the pic..Something about a baby rocking out to that old Journey cut just generates the giggles for me, and who couldn't use a laugh.
Emotional content within, this will not be the ongoing content of this blog.
The Blues
Oh, self-pity, you are a draconian master. Feelin’ Bad Blues playing in the background. Ry Cooder using a guitar as a flensing knife to lay bare the flesh and blood meat jacket to access the soul? Oh, man up and quit yer whining…
Why, oh why does this bother me so? And as someone recently advised they likely do not genuinely care for other people? If this is how it feels NOT to care, then perhaps I don’t have the stones to genuinely care. No, that’s not true at all, but then…read on..
That which The Blues either leads to or lead to The Blues
Introspection. Self Examination. Recrimination.
I called out for a friend. A response was heard, and joy rang through the town. Ok..not so much. A sigh of relief from my chair in front of my PC monitor then. Conversation via email and text ensued. Pleased to find an outlet for what was apparently a Niagra Falls of communication, information surged forth from me, prompted by questions from my new friend. Probing questions, often the kind that require some thought, or at least that thoughts be organized prior to response. Joy ensued, mad typing causing thumb and finger discomfort though ignored in the desire to communicate.
Apparently when one spends much more time with oneself than has been historically the case self-absorption may follow. The urge to talk about oneself endlessly with the result of the other party to the conversation assuming no interest in their story, pain, feelings, etcetera. Perhaps temporary insanity could be claimed, although I’m on the fence..after all it is my sanity about which we’re speaking. Which leads to..
Ham Handed Empathy
It doesn’t matter what thought process may have led to the point where this happens; Nor if your interest is genuine, as it will appear insincere, forced and clumsy. Again neither intent nor feeling is relevant, as no substantiation is possible. When attempting to reach out to someone possessed with a modicum of intelligence, one should be careful not to insult said intelligence. This is a bad thing, no matter what the motivation or depth of concern or feeling.
Email, texting, and other relatively new forms of communication have led to “relationships” being developed in some cases, perhaps many, among people who’ve never met in person.
Body language, inflection, attitude, speech volume, tone….all of these things are generally lost in, for example, a text message conversation. This can result in misinterpretation, obviously. So also “out of sequence” replies, or someone as myself who might be replying in a “stream of consciousness” format. A gentle way of saying random thoughts scatterbrained into keyboard inputs and strewn into the ether. And thus into misunderstood messages, not fatal but certainly frustrating.
I’m Sorry??
For what, exactly?
Only the possible loss of someone I’d imagine would be a good and true friend. So hard to find.
Can almost imagine being at the end of a Rage comic…Forever Alone. Oh…Man up… And I couldn't help the pic..Something about a baby rocking out to that old Journey cut just generates the giggles for me, and who couldn't use a laugh.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Questionable Content: Go to the Archives, and take it from the beginning.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday
Mr. Jacques has a rotund, ribald, and intelligent sense of humor with a bulls-eye for indie sensibilities. I could not stop reading once I started, rubbing sleep from my eyes at some time after zero dark thirty..Enjoy!
Mr. Jacques has a rotund, ribald, and intelligent sense of humor with a bulls-eye for indie sensibilities. I could not stop reading once I started, rubbing sleep from my eyes at some time after zero dark thirty..Enjoy!
As Often As Possible
I will be posting new mixes as often as is possible at Tasty Mixes Of All Flavors- by djgrandprix
The website is 8tracks.com, and I heartily recommend browsing through others mixes also.
20 odd years of doing the mobile and club DJ gig has thankfully given me diverse and sometimes eclectic tastes in music. Still love that rock n' roll in just about any of its iterations, however.
Check 'em out. Comment on them. Make me write some more, and mix some more.
Vaya Con Queso...
Let There Be Words
After all of my -years in the networked world, working in tech support, "fixing" countless PC issues for friends and customers in various capacities, and long nights of web surfing, downloading (only legally of course) and reading others posts and contributions to the "infinite-net" it is finally time to make a contribution of my own. The content is still a work in progress. It would have to be, as I just hatched the idea to start this blog a few moments ago. Ridiculously easy process, and long overdue. I welcome suggestions on content and tips on design, any constructive comments are welcome.
The affect of the 'net on our daily lives has been examined at great length by many people, obviously. I recently had occasion to reflect on some of the changes that are now or have been affecting me recently.
Are we as a people...or do I mean "race,"as in human race, becoming desperately lonely? And why? Is it all due to long hours spent in the glow of a monitor, hoping to connect with...anyone?
The Fateful Step
Craigslist.
For me until recently only a place I frequented when in need of something "previously owned" whether car, air conditioner, or scooter. Personal ads were a bit of a joke to me, something for those desperate for companionship, or unable to feed their particular needs in the general population and lurking in the dark corners of the internet.
Then I found myself at an impasse. It didn't require much self-examination to figure out I was a lonely person also. Out of a five year relationship that had been dead and buried for close to a year. Still searching for the proper job in an economy chewing up and spitting out people far more qualified, and younger.
My friends had in general either moved away, or moved on. I had not been a person with a large, active circle of friends, and often wondered how some manage to maintain such a group. Perhaps this makes me an oddity, but I am neither unused to such a label or mind it much. Being different is always a badge of courage, and we all have to "blend in" enough in our current world to keep peace at work and society in general. However, in some places, if you don't rub the blue mud into your bellybutton in the right place or at the right time, you may be called a heretic.
So I "trolled" the Personals on Craigslist. And found that perhaps I am not so odd after all.
Or at least on the scale which is at work within the ether-world of Personal ads. I am very much not a prude. Have been labeled a permissive liberal. A rope tokin', chicken-chokin hippie. I lived through the Sexual Revolution, peace marches, Love-Ins, protests, and of course the Vietnam War.
That said, there are some people with very specific desires and requirements for personal fulfillment.
Thoughts of Danny Thomas and glass coffee tables for those who know whereof I speak.
And that was just women seeking men. I'd not made it over to the "Casual Encounters" link.
My fingers trembled on the keyboard, hoping I'd not come face to face with a request from another poor soul to please "humiliate me."
Really?
The very first post, wanting to meet a man, for friendship, currently "mobile" and "lonely."
Of course what was lonely were the other bills in her wallet, and I could be her friend providing I was closely acquainted with Ben Franklin. I wasn't too surprised..it's not called the oldest profession for nothing, and apparently is still evolving with time. Strike two. Or possibly six hundred.
Platonic? Me?
I posted my own damned ad. In the platonic section. And met an intelligent, opinionated, philosophical, educated woman. I recall a quote, although not exactly, so I'll paraphrase.
The measure of a man's (woman's) intelligence, is how much of what they think agrees with you..
Truly just a way of saying many of our ideas coexist or are common. Neither of us are in the "dating" world, nor truly ready for it. For now, a friend is valuable enough. I refuse to speculate about the future...she's a lovely woman with a beautiful mind.
The affect of the 'net on our daily lives has been examined at great length by many people, obviously. I recently had occasion to reflect on some of the changes that are now or have been affecting me recently.
Are we as a people...or do I mean "race,"as in human race, becoming desperately lonely? And why? Is it all due to long hours spent in the glow of a monitor, hoping to connect with...anyone?
The Fateful Step
Craigslist.
For me until recently only a place I frequented when in need of something "previously owned" whether car, air conditioner, or scooter. Personal ads were a bit of a joke to me, something for those desperate for companionship, or unable to feed their particular needs in the general population and lurking in the dark corners of the internet.
Then I found myself at an impasse. It didn't require much self-examination to figure out I was a lonely person also. Out of a five year relationship that had been dead and buried for close to a year. Still searching for the proper job in an economy chewing up and spitting out people far more qualified, and younger.
My friends had in general either moved away, or moved on. I had not been a person with a large, active circle of friends, and often wondered how some manage to maintain such a group. Perhaps this makes me an oddity, but I am neither unused to such a label or mind it much. Being different is always a badge of courage, and we all have to "blend in" enough in our current world to keep peace at work and society in general. However, in some places, if you don't rub the blue mud into your bellybutton in the right place or at the right time, you may be called a heretic.
So I "trolled" the Personals on Craigslist. And found that perhaps I am not so odd after all.
Or at least on the scale which is at work within the ether-world of Personal ads. I am very much not a prude. Have been labeled a permissive liberal. A rope tokin', chicken-chokin hippie. I lived through the Sexual Revolution, peace marches, Love-Ins, protests, and of course the Vietnam War.
That said, there are some people with very specific desires and requirements for personal fulfillment.
Thoughts of Danny Thomas and glass coffee tables for those who know whereof I speak.
And that was just women seeking men. I'd not made it over to the "Casual Encounters" link.
My fingers trembled on the keyboard, hoping I'd not come face to face with a request from another poor soul to please "humiliate me."
Really?
The very first post, wanting to meet a man, for friendship, currently "mobile" and "lonely."
Of course what was lonely were the other bills in her wallet, and I could be her friend providing I was closely acquainted with Ben Franklin. I wasn't too surprised..it's not called the oldest profession for nothing, and apparently is still evolving with time. Strike two. Or possibly six hundred.
Platonic? Me?
I posted my own damned ad. In the platonic section. And met an intelligent, opinionated, philosophical, educated woman. I recall a quote, although not exactly, so I'll paraphrase.
The measure of a man's (woman's) intelligence, is how much of what they think agrees with you..
Truly just a way of saying many of our ideas coexist or are common. Neither of us are in the "dating" world, nor truly ready for it. For now, a friend is valuable enough. I refuse to speculate about the future...she's a lovely woman with a beautiful mind.
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