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I was thinking this morning (yes, I know - that can be dangerous). Anyhow, I was thinking about how I would talk to kids from troubled homes if and when I was in a situation to try and help them. That might be a situation where I joined Big Brothers & Big Sisters or where I went to a group home to spend time with kids or - in my wildest dreams - being able to be a foster parent or adopt a kid. Whatever the case, I am determined to help troubled kids - children who've been abused at home or who've been abandoned or degraded or ... whatever. I know for a fact that those kids need help most but are most often the ones who don't get help or love because the foster parents and adoptive parents don't want the "damaged" kids. That's a shame, too, because I think the troubled kids need the love and caring more than anyone else, and they simply can't be left to fend for themselves. And very often those kids are even more lovable than anyone else; they just need a break and someone who genuinely cares. So anyhow - I was thinking about how I'd talk to those kids about what happened to them. Every one of them would have had different experiences and every one of them would react differently to those experiences, but in a lot of ways I think there are pretty similar underlying reactions by everyone. Almost invariably, for example, kids don't want to talk about what happened. When they do they may react with uncontrollable crying and sadness, they may be incredibly angry, they may feel lost and helpless or even trapped, or they may even become numb to everything around them and just shut out their emotions. None of those reactions are positive experiences, and my own opinion on the matter is that talking about what happened, while necessary at certain points for dealing with the trauma of the situation, isn't something that a child should ever expect to become "used" to doing. The trauma will always be there, regardless of how they have learned to deal with those events, and after a certain point there's really nothing to be gleaned from watching a train wreck over and over again in your mind's eye. I've thought about my own situations from the past, though, and I think that how I react to those things now might provide a good anecdotal explanation for kids about how they will eventually be able to face their traumas as they grow up. My feeling, based upon my own experiences, is that most troubled kids eventually want to know "when the bad memories will go away" or "when will it stop hurting" or "how can I get past that." It's a tough set of questions, but I don't think there is any way to escape them. Troubled kids need to know that, eventually, they will have to face those memories and deal with them. There are good ways and bad ways to do that, and no one way is a sure-fire solution. For me, in fact, various traumatic incidents in my life have left scars of different kinds, and I find myself reacting to each of those incidents differently based upon how much I've come to terms with what happened. This specifically is something valuable that I think I can impart to troubled kids, so that they can feel that there is a chance to put their troubled pasts behind them. Most importantly, even if it's not what the child wants to hear, is the realization that those memories will never really go away. A trauma victim can learn to face their trauma and they can come to decisions about how to deal with that trauma, but they can't really forget it. Well, they can, but pretty much the only way that such a thing will happen is if the child develops a mental block against those events, and invariably such a block will crumble and the child will still, at some point, maybe even well into adulthood - at some point they will have to face that trauma. What they can do, however, is learn to accept that it happened and that it is over. That, I think, is the very hardest and very most important thing. Realizing that it is over and done with, regardless of how horrible the experience was, is vastly important. Once you face that and see that those traumas won't happen again (or at least don't have to happen again), then you can learn to face those memories and face the feelings for the people and the places and the things in those memories. The truth is that it is very unlikely that any trauma victim will ever learn to be comfortable with what happened to them. You can successfully put things behind you; you can understand that it wasn't your fault; you can accept that the situation won't necessarily happen again; you can get to the point where you think about the trauma rarely because your life is full of other, better things. Eventually a trauma victim can get past being crippled and haunted by the traumatic memories, but I don't think that anyone ever really leaves them so far behind that they forget or that they don't still hurt at least a bit. I want so much to be able to help kids get past those bad times and make good memories, get them to look at the world with hope and happiness. As most of you realized long ago, I'm not the happiest person myself, but because of that I am even more passionate that others be happy and stable. I would take all of the unhappiness of the world onto myself if I could, if I really thought that it would help everyone else be happy, but it unfortunately doesn't work that way. And while I'm not very successful at making myself very happy, I do have the ability to help others to find some joy and get past their problems. I can't solve a lot of things, but I can help people to laugh and have fun. I wish I could do more than that. Heck, I wish I could do so much more. There's a dreamworld that I've envisioned in my mind, you know, and it's a wonderful, loving, caring, peaceful place. All I want is to share it. All I want is to share it. Posted at 11:26 AM
What's so selfish about suicide anyhow? You know what I mean - people are always saying that the reason that someone shouldn't commit suicide is because it's selfish and will hurt everyone they know. Even assuming that everyone they know would honestly give a damn, which in the world as it exists today is always questionable since people don't seem to really give much of a damn about anything, but even assuming that they care, isn't it actually them who's being selfish? Seriously, those people are saying that they want the potential suicide victim to be sad, miserable and hurting rather than end it all. And why? Because they don't want to have to deal with the aftermath. That, to me, sure sounds like it's the other people, not the person who wants to commit suicide, who are selfish. I mean really, if they're going to try to use that argument then they should at least be up front and honest about it. Of course the way people talk to someone who wants to end their life is the same way they talk to someone they want to manipulate. They figure that guilt is a tremendous tool in getting people to do what you want - and it is - but at the simplest level, they're really just lying and manipulating the person that they're trying to stop from committing suicide. Now if they actually gave a damn and cared about the suicidal person, really felt concerned about their anguish and pain and all of the things that made that person want to end their life, then you'd think that they would try to understand what that person was feeling. They would listen to that person and take the feelings that person expressed seriously. They wouldn't say the equivalent of "Suck it up" or "Get over it" or "That's a selfish thing to think about doing." If they really gave a flying fuck then they would talk to that person, listen closely, pay attention, come to understand that person's perspective, and if they really, really cared, maybe then they'd try to help that person out - not by telling them to shut up with the suicide talk and help themselves but by offering solutions and solace for each of the problems and agonies that the suicidal person faces, each problem one at a time until there's some light of sign in that person's eyes that all hope was not lost after all and that maybe, just maybe, it might be okay to try facing the world again and give life a chance. You don't just turn a switch and shut off depression or trauma, and you don't expect victims of depression or trauma to just magically become a different person without any memories of their pasts. And you don't tell a potential suicide victim, particularly someone who intimates they're considering suicide, that you don't believe they'll ever do it, as if daring the person to prove them wrong. Of course people actually do treat people like that and tell people shit like that. Why? Because they're the one's who are selfish and self-absorbed and who can't be put upon to offer support for someone other than themselves. Such people would be more helpful if they just shut the fuck up. As the old saying goes (and a bit more politely than I just put it), "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." And if such people want to be selfish and uncaring then they should either keep it to themselves or at least be up front about the fact that the selfishness regarding suicide is theirs. I'm not telling any of you to go out and commit suicide - quite to the contrary. What I am saying is that blaming someone who's suicidal or guilting them or lying to them is not remotely helpful at all. If they're attitude and intentions are in any way to be changed then their suffering must be brought to an end. That's what they're trying to achieve in almost every case, ending their form of suffering, and the only way to draw someone away from considering suicide is to do whatever is necessary to help that person ease their suffering. That's what caring, compassionate people do. That's what love is all about. That is, if there really is any love out there after all. Posted at 10:49 PM
Finally! Finally someone has written about the massively damaging effects of "boot camps" and "tough love" rehab programs for teens. The sad part is that such programs will still continue unhindered, sucking money from parents who want to hand off their 'problem' rather than try to understand why their child is having problems. Hopefully this will be the start of a great deal of attention on this issue. These dangerous, destructive programs can be shut down and the kids can be provided with more effective and supportive programs instead, but only if people make this a major issue that legislators must face. It's our kids! We have to work to help them. If not us then who?
Posted at 2:13 AM
Is anybody out there? <echo ... echo ... echo> Posted at 10:32 PM
I didn't realize it had been a whole twenty years until I read this article today. Twenty years ago, as I was a freshman in college starting my third quarter, I was watching the live broadcast on TV of the launch of the space shuttle Challenger. I saw every moment, from the countdown to the blastoff to the unexpected and shocking explosion as the booster rocket exploded and took the entire shuttle with it. IT was a surreal moment, and I remember every minute of that experience clearly. In recent years, as I've been back at college, there have been times that the Challenger explosion has been mentioned in one context or another by a teacher, and each time the students mention how they recall seeing it because they were watching it at school - in kindergarten or first grade. That invariably makes me feel old and really displays the real difference in my age from most of my classmates, but it also strikes me as significant in that it was a defining moment for our generation. Just as you could ask my parents' generation what they were doing when they heard that John Kennedy had been assassinated, people of my generation can usually tell what they were doing when the Challenger exploded. That day, often that exact moment, is ingrained in their mind more clearly and most lastingly than just about any other moment they share with anyone else. It's amazing. So today, twenty years later, I salute those brave astronauts who gave their lives in pursuit of expanding our horizons and exploring the heavens. Their loss has been etched into the minds of a generation, and their sacrifices will not be forgotten.
Posted at 1:12 AM
Grrrrr. I just finished watching the latest episode of Smallville, the 100th episode. The ads leading up to this have made clear that a major character was supposed to die, and it was made pretty clear in the ads that it would be Lana Lang, Clark's love interest played by Kristin Kreuk. To me this was perfect. Lana has been a whiny bitch from the start of the series, and regardless of whether she's attractive or not, who wants Clark Kent (played by the gorgeous Tom Welling) to be stuck with a bitch that does nothing to deserve his love and protection. But honestly I was skeptical about whether Lana would truly die. I mean, Smallville is notorious for misdirection when it comes to characters dying, even small characters, so even though the ads made it look like Lana would die I had serious doubts. So it wasn't a big surprise that Lana, even though she does die, actually ends up living because Clark has a one-time opportunity to jump back in time and change things. Of course we're told that "fate" has to have balance, so Clark's father, Jonathan Kent (played by John Schneider) dies instead. Of all of the characters who should die, Lana should have been gone ages ago, and of all of the characters who shouldn't die, because they're written well and acted well. It may be true that Clark's father dying when he is eighteen fulfils the classic storyline of the Superman story, but Jonathan Kent was certainly the last of the cast who should have been bumped off. So I'm pissed off at the show. I'm sick of the bullshit drama between Clark and Lana, and obviously that is just going to keep on going, and what do I get for continuing to put up with that crap? A perfectly good, in fact an excellent character, is struck from the show. How typical. This may be the pivotal moment that leads to Smallville jumping the shark. Posted at 9:57 PM
Wow, we actually had snow yesterday and today. Today it even lasted and didn't melt away. After this warmer-than-ever winter I simply defy Fuehrer Bush to claim that there's no evidence that there is a global warming problem. I'm torn between being thrilled not to have to shovel snow and being worried that the effects of global warming could be so drastic (usually scientists cite temperature increases of a few degrees per ten years, but this winter's temperatures have been easily 10 or 20 degrees above normal). It's supposed to be in the 40's in a couple of days again, with rain and everything. It's odd weather for the end of January. But maybe this is the sign of things to come. Only time will tell. Posted at 12:45 AM
So my grandma thought that today was Sunday, even though she had just gone to the YMCA yesterday, which she only does on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. She went out on the porch to look for the paper, and failing to find it that early she called one of our neighbors to see if their paper was late, too. Of course that neighbor, who is only a few years younger than my grandma's 91 years, set her straight that today was Tuesday, not Sunday. This, of course, upset my grandma horribly since she felt as though she'd made a fool of herself, and she kept mentally beating herself up for half of the day, regardless of my attempts to get her to let it go. Amazingly my grandma didn't start getting herself together for church, which would be normal for a Sunday. She simply had it in her mind that she was looking for the Sunday paper and she was stuck on that one thing. It's amazing the ways that her memory fails as she's getting old - not in a way that she simply thinks it's Sunday and goes through her SUnday routine, but only the specific aspect of forgetting which day it is when she's thinking about the newspaper. Strange. My grandma does lose track of which day of the week it is now and again, although she's not usually this far off. The thing that kills me is that I've suggested that we could just take a marker and "X" off each day on her calendar as it passes. Lots of people do that, and I don't see it as a big deal. I've suggested it before and received the same response as today - not yet. My grandma doesn't want to do such a thing, which would be a convenience for her, because (I think) she's embarrassed, but I don't know what there is to be embarrassed about by marking off the days on a calendar that only she and I see, particularly when marking off the days in such a fashion is something that even young people do. But then again I should have long ago given up trying to figure out why my grandma won't do the acceptable thing or support a logical suggestion. Posted at 12:12 AM
My concerns from a week ago (that I'd have to videotape one show or the other of Surface or 24, my two current favorite shows that are broadcast on the same night) were fortuitously unfounded. Surface is on at 8 PM and 24 is on at 9 PM. Perfect! So that's a huge plus. I'm getting more and more into both of these shows, but I was surprised and disappointed when I recently learned that Surface has only three more episodes and it will be done - not just finished for the season, but over entirely. Just a one season deal and no more. 24 completes a full storyline each season, but I at least know that it will be back with a new 24-hour day come the following season. Surface was clearly planned as just a one-season thing, and while I'm glad to have it while it lasts, I'm sorely disappointed that it can't have a further storyline developed to keep it going. Hopefully NBC (and maybe other networks) will take note of how well received Surface has been. It would be nice to see some well-done science fiction shows on more than just the SciFi channel. It also occurred to me a week or so ago that the networks should consider fantasy shows in their new line-ups. With the successes of The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia I would think that somebody would think about doing a fantasy series, something done seriously, not as a comedic romp or such. It would take very good people to pull it off, but a fantasy series could be incredible. Heck, the best and most revered stories of all literature are fantasies: The Iliad, The Odyssey, Beowulf, the Epic of Gilgamesh, the Arthurian legends, and more. So hey, all of you network execs who read my site, take some advice and give fantasy a try. And figure out how to make a new season of Surface. You've screwed up so much else about TV viewing that I think you owe me at least that much. Posted at 11:12 PM
Considering all of the things that have happened in my life, I should be used to disappointment. Still, I was disappointed when Steve called to tell me he was canceling the D&D gaming session we had planned to have. I accepted it easily, considering Steve sounded like death (or a 70-year chronic smoker). In fact I would have cancelled the game myself based on how sick Steve sounded. But even though I support taking a week's break, that doesn't mean I'm not disappointed to have not had the chance to relax and socialize with my friends. Oh, and television on Sundays is simply abysmal. I think that I may turn Sundays into reading days, set aside to just have light music playing in the background while I read a good book, never even thinking about turning on the TV for a single minute of the day. Speaking of TVs, mine is in its death-throes. The picture is fucked up along the top four inches or so (on a 27" TV), and it looks like the tube is on its last days. It's an older set, so it's not surprising, but I'm not excited about losing that TV. I certainly don't want to pay the outlandish amounts that a decent-name TV will cost me for a similar size. Maybe it won't be as bad as I think; I haven't really shopped around yet or anything. I just don't have a good feeling about the whole thing, and even if I find a good TV at a good price, it's still an expense I really don't want to deal with. Posted at 1:06 AM
"Republicans to criminalize masturbation. News at 11." ... any time now ... Posted at 11:00 PM
Honestly, after half a dozen years back at college, it is pretty much no shock at all that the majority of people graduating from colleges and universities around America "lack the literacy to handle complex, real-life tasks such as understanding credit card offers." They also can't do math, can't spell for shit, and are barely able to apply basic grammar skills. Let's not even get into what "knowledge" they have about history or politics or science. So this article isn't shocking, just amazingly disappointing and depressing. Keep in mind - this is the coming generation. These are the leaders of tomorrow. Sheesh. We're all doomed.
Posted at 10:11 PM
I need to change. I have to change. I can't keep going like this, but as much as I know that I have to, I don't have any idea how to start. But I guess that "admitting you have a problem is the first step", so maybe that in itself is exactly how to start. Posted at 10:20 PM
... help me Obi-Wan. You're my only hope. Posted at 10:28 PM
I was thrilled today to see that help is coming - nearby even - for gay kids who are homeless or struggling on the streets. The start of all of this is a planned survey to find out approximately how many gay kids are out there in Cleveland and the surrounding area and then finding out what their situations are. Gay street kids, whether they've run away or been kicked out of their homes or any of the other many reasons they find themselves on the street, are prevalent throughout the U.S., much more than people are willing to admit. And since the majority of support services for the homeless and runaway teens are Christian-based, the few organizations that could help gay street kids either don't know (or care) how to deal with their problems and in many cases outright turn them away. This survey is a huge first step, particularly in conservative Ohio, because even with rough numbers it can be shown how significant the troubles for gay youth truly are. With that info existing organizations may, in some cases, be convinced to train their staffs to help gay kids and understand their problems, and additionally, new organizations, sponsored by gay rights organizations, can be established to provide safe-houses where kids can go, knowing that they'll be safe and understood. If I ever make the money to do so, this sort of thing - helping gay kids who are homeless or struggling or abused yet still at home - this is where I would put my time and money. There is nothing else that I feel evokes more heartfelt and determined feelings from me. I have, in fact, even considered that after I finish all of my college education(s), I may go, not into teaching English or Writing, but into some organization that works solely to help troubled and abused gay kids. I don't actually think I can fully explain how important it is to me that such kids get the help and care and love that they so rightly deserve. Anyhow, this article in Cleveland's Plain Dealer explains the basic plans (and funding) for the initial study. I hope that the efforts continue nonstop until every kid is found and helped. None of them can be left to suffer alone - none.
Posted at 12:15 AM
Today we nationally honor the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., the greatest champion of peace and equality of his generation, challenged for the honor only by the likes of Gandhi and the Dalai Lama. Today we revere both the man and his words, his works and his hopes, his passion and his vision. For myself I have always seen Dr. King as a hero, iconic of the best leaders of history and transcending all others in his dauntless pursuit of one world of shared humanity. As is usual on Martin Luther King Day, I am posting one of Dr. King's powerful speeches, one that I find particularly appropriate to the events that currently surround us. The selection below is the bulk of his speech upon receiving the Nobel Peace Prize. His words ring boldly and true now just as they did just over forty-one years ago. I truly wish that the world would be mindful of these words and work together to achieve Dr. King's vision "that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality." Thank you, Dr. King, for all that you did during your time on Earth. I hope we can follow in your massive footsteps and live up to your expectations.
Posted at 10:12 PM
The season premiere of FOX's always good series 24 was tonight, and I'd have to say that after having watched every season of the show so far, this was the most explosive and immediately involving start of any of the five seasons. Usually, even as much as I like the show, it takes me a few episodes before I really get into things, before things really seem to get past set-up and backgrounding and get moving along. Tonight, within the first hour, a very solid background was layed, all past characters were reintroduced nicely, and a series of powerful events were presented which made all sorts of intrigue possible. This looks to be possibly the most amazing season yet. I continue to be amazed at the high quality of the writing and acting in this show. It seems very credible, very real, and the cinematography always seems much more on the level of feature film work rather than television production. If you can't tell, I'm pleased to have 24 back for a new season. It's one show I look forward to watching every week. One other show I thoroughly enjoy, as I've mentioned once before, is the new NBC series Surface. Who would have thought that NBC could do a sci-fi show? And without making it a comical joke or a sex-filled soap opera. It's amazing. The CGI is well done but the writing and acting are quite impressive, very believable and mysterious. I unfortunately missed the show from two weeks ago, the first episode after over a month's break. The good news is that the SciFi channel has been playing Surface as well as NBC, although SciFi's broadcasts are always at least a week behind the NBC releases. Tonight, just now in fact, I finished watching that episode I'd missed before, and it filled in a couple gaps from where I'd left off in November and what I saw last week. So now I'm all set for the new episode tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it. Of course 24 and Surface are both on tomorrow night at the same time, just as they will be for months to come, so I need to devise some recording scheme for at least one of the shows. It's a pain, really, considering there aren't many shows during the week that I do indeed watch with interest. You'd think they could schedule them apart, just for my sake, wouldn't you? (Hee-hee). Anyhow, Monday nights should be something to look forward to for a while. That's cool. The geek in me is very satisfied. Posted at 12:09 AM
So here goes with another very late entry, but the evening was well worth it, even if I am rather exhausted. I joined Steve and Mark at Steffen's house again tonight to play some D&D and move our group of adventurers forward toward bigger and better things. Last week we managed an unbelievable win against half a dozen huge monstrous spiders. We were way out of our league and should have been spider food, but circumstances (and good tactical attacks on our part) worked in our favor and we not only survived but killed all of these nasty vermin. That success brought us a lot of valuable treasure and a whole heck of a lot of experience, enough to set our characters up to advance to the next level (which means they get more life points, more skills, and maybe more spells or better attacks, depending upon whether they're a wizard or a ranger or whatever). We'll have to get back to civilization (probably our home town of Awad) to train in order to achieve this new level, but we have passed the big hurdle, which is having the necessary total experience points to reach the next step. Today was, to some extent, a bit of an anticlimax after the long, desperate battles of last week. There was much more role-playing, interacting with semi-friendly creatures rather than fighting them, asking questions, searching through old ruined buildings, doing reconnaissance of the area. It was all good, necessary work, but not as exciting as before. and now, with a lot of new information and new curiosities, we're heading our characters back to Awad for training - and maybe more. Awad may be in trouble, considering that repeated magical messages that we've sent (or expected) from various people in Awad have not been answered/received. For all we know the city may be a smoldering ruin when we return, but even if that's not the case, I'm quite sure that there are big problems awaiting us. That's something we don't exactly need at the moment, but like real life, we don't get to choose when rough stuff needs to be faced, so we'll just have to deal with it as it comes. And that will be soon, since we may reach Awad sometime during gameplay next week (and if not then almost surely during the following get-together). I'll hand it to Steve (who's been the Dungeon Master, the person who creates the background story and lays everything out for our characters) - he has made an incredibly rich world with exacting detail, and he's b een conscious of not only what's going on around us but what would be happening in various places in our absence. There's truly a universe of various things going on in all of the parts of Steve's world, and he spins it all together to weave quite a complicated and intriguing story. We played late tonight, getting as far along with things as we could, but by 1 AM we were all dragging a little bit (Steffen particularly, who's schedule is usually to work very early in the morning and sleep starting fairly early). After we broke down the gaming maps and supplies and stuff and packed off to head our separate ways, we ended up talking for quite a while. In fact Mark and Steve and I even continued to talk for nearly an hour outside in the cold, beside our cars after we had left Steffen to close up his house and go to sleep. And after an hour in near-freezing temperatures I was wide awake for my drive back to Sandusky. I didn't get back here to the house until after 3 AM, and I've checked e.mail nd surfed the web a bit - even read a couple very short new chapters for a couple of stories I follow online, but now that I've wound down I'm mightily exhausted and ready to drop off dead to the world in sleep. It was a good night, and these weekly gaming sessions are coming to mean more and more to me as time goes on. I'm glad I had the chance to get back into this group and game with them. It's been a big boon to me, if not for the gaming fun itself then surely for the socialization and relaxation. But now it's time to sleep. Ah sleep! How wonderful that sounds.
Surely there's great irony in the fact that today, Friday the 13th, is the fifth anniversary for this website. It's fitting in fact. I had great hopes of being able to finally launch version 3 of the website, replete with commenting and searching and all sorts of the features I've been missing (not to mention a new layout and new graphics), but as much as I wanted to launch all of that today, I'm not anywhere close to putting up any part of that. Sucks, doesn't it? So instead, let's focus not on how the site hasn't been remodeled but upon where it stands now. One thing that I've noticed is that my hits have hit a plateau. New visitors have diminished somewhat and repeat visits are down as well, to a point where I'm getting about as many hits in one month as the next. In fact last year had almost the same number of hits as the previous year, and that's due to notable decreases in the second half of the year after strong (busier than ever) months earlier in the year. That all coincides with my exceptionally long and strong bout of depression that hit me starting in late June. It makes sense, really. My posts became less positive and, really, less interesting during all of the depression, and who wants to read that crap anyhow? So today marks five years. No fanfare. No fancy graphics. No amazing new stories or poems. It's disappointing in a way, but honestly it doesn't bother me as much as I'd expect. In fact, I'm probably just as happy to have kept going for five years without fail as I am disappointed not to have more to show for it. It's sort of a balance in the end, and while that's not very grandiose, I still feel like I've accomplished a lot - particularly considering where I started, both for my expertise and for my emotional state way back then. I was deeply messed up five years ago, and while I'm still fucked up with depression, there's simply no comparison to the traumatic suffering I was experiencing then. It may not seem completely obvious, but I've really come a long, long way. So yea me! Let's see where I'm at after another five years. Posted at 10:10 PM
The house across the street was burglarized a couple of days ago, and now the neighborhood is up in arms, calling each other to warn them to put bars on their basement windows and keep lights on around the outside of their houses. These people never would have been able to deal with the Old West End in Toledo, where I last lived (and they certainly never would have been able to bear downtown Akron, where it was disconcerting if you didn't hear gunshots every couple of hours). I've been robber before, twice, so I have no desire about going through that again, but I look at the people around me in this neighborhood and both laugh and grimace at the sheltered lives these people all lead. They're panicked by the intrusion of the gritty, real world into their midsts, and they are blindly optimistic that keeping a porchlight on will stop someone from breaking into a house. Am I justified in my view of this situation or am I overly jaded and cynical? Maybe it's both ... Posted at 12:10 AM
I thought that maybe it was just because I was depressed yesterday and had a headache, but I am completely underwhelmed by Apple's new product announcements at yesterday's MacWorld Expo Keynote speech. Of course I'm still depressed and still have a headache, so maybe that is part of my problem. I'm simply feeling none of the excitement and interest I usually have about the MacWorld announcements. Boo. : ( Posted at 12:04 AM
So much for things getting better ... Posted at 12:01 AM
Damn, these constant headaches are a drag. I hope that yesterday and today are the extent of it. The last thing I need is a throbbing, half-blinding pain that won't go away for weeks (like I had a couple months ago). Posted at 10:00 PM
My grandma's back and you're gonna be in trouble (Hey-naa, hey-naaa, my grandma's back). Yes, my grandma has returned after three weeks visiting my sister. She is clearly glad to be back home (she gets very homesick after being away even the shortest amounts of time), and while it's nice to see her, I can't help feeling like I didn't have nearly enough of a break to really be able to relax and recuperate. It doesn't matter how I feel, though. She's back and my responsibilities to look after her are clear, so until spring, when she will probably go to visit my mom in Florida, I'll have to tow the line. My sister flew back with my grandma so that the trip was easier and less worrisome for my grandma. Chris, my sister, will just be staying here briefly, already leaving Tuesday afternoon, but we'll have a short visit tomorrow and the next morning (maybe even lunch). We've already talked a bit tonight and had a nice meal together, but I've been tired and hit with a bad headache all day, and my sister is tired from her trip and recuperating from a cold. My grandma is possibly more energetic than either my sister or me, largely because of her excitement at being home, but she also is clearly tired, unable to follow conversations very well and dozing off the moment she sets down in a chair. I've been trying to get my grandma to change for bed, which is a half hour process for her including brushing her teeth and putting in eye drops and a whole host of other things, but she ignores my suggestion every time. She'll eventually be completely exhausted, having fallen asleep over and over in her chair while 'watching' the TV, and after spending her half hour routine getting ready for bed she'll be wide awake again, having to wind down before going to sleep. It's aggravating that she won't listen to me, particularly since she knows that this scenario is exactly what will happens (since it is pretty much what always happens), but she still simply won't listen. It's aggravating, really. Even a two year old will listen to you some of the time. Not this 91-year old grandma, though. That would be too easy. Posted at 9:47 PM
I've enjoyed reading Dan Savage's writings for years, often in the form of his advice columns but also as the occasional commentary piece. In a recent advice column of his he responds to a reader who is upset about an earlier column that Dan wrote that questioned the "virgin" birth of Jesus. This first part of the column was tongue-in-cheek, a set-up for a look at amusing anec dotes about how people first lost their virginity, which is very much Dan's style for commentary, but this reader couldn't accept the humor and felt personally attacked. Maybe he was right to feel offended, but I feel he was taking things too far - and clearly he missed the joking nature of Dan's column because he seems to have felt that Dan's words were practically an outright attack. Whether this man was right or wrong to be offended (although I would surely say he's a little too uptight about it), Dan's response is perfect. It expresses not only a good response to the situation but also a perfect explanation of why many gay people have become critical of anyone who says that they are a Christian as a defense for spewing hatred and intolerance. There are certainly a lot of good Christians out there, people who follow the philosophies of Christ's words, but the people who most vocally announce that they are Christians usually have no place in their hearts for the concepts of "Love thy neighbor" and ""Judge not, lest ye be judged." Dan Savage makes a good case, one which I can never articulate so well and so concisely. His words clearly speak my feelings on the matter.
I must be insane. I'm actually contemplating setting up a parallel website, this site staying as it is and updating daily and the other site formatted using a basic WordPress template but with all of this site's content placed in it. I'd update the parallel site, too, but until I could get a format/template that looks acceptable, this site's current layout would be the prime face and destination of the URL. The benefit of such a plan would be that all of the content would be ready to go, which in itself will be a big effort out of the way. On the downside of course, would be putting forth that big effort, all without fully realizing the complete upgrade and revision I want. It seems, even to me at times, like I'm being a perfectionist about this whole site remodel, but I'm honestly completely underwhelmed visually by what I can do. Until I either find better, more attractive and functional templates (or until I better learn to program using PHP and CSS, which is not going very well), I don't see a way to get anywhere near what I want for this site. There has to be a way to do this that I'm somehow missing. I know that most template-based blogging software is simple and plain for a purpose, but surely there's an alternative that I'm not thinking of. I sure wish I'd get a flash of inspiration and figure it out ... Posted at 10:10 PM
I shaved today for the first time in a week, the longest I've let my beard grow for literally twenty years. Usually I shave every day or at least every other day. I can't remember when I've ever gone more than three days without a shave. This past week, though, I was a bit lazy (and a bit sick, although that's pretty much been gone the past few days), and after a few days I became a bit curious about how the beard would look. I did this same thing twenty years ago, towards the beginning of my second year in college. I let my beard grow for about three weeks that time, mostly due to curiosity. Just as was the case then, this most recent experiment was quite unappealing. I'm not surprised by this either, since I pretty much dislike facial hair on anyone, anywhere, anytime. I don't like the look of it on other people and I don't like the look of it on me. And I certainly don't like kissing men with facial hair - it's scratchy and unpleasant. So as I've always felt before: facial hair is bad. Period. So now I don't think I'll ever really be curious about this again. Twenty years without any modicum of improvement says it all. Facial hair will never be something I like. I was surprised at how well the beard shaved off. I had to trim it off and then actually shave so that the long hairs didn't get caught in my electric razor, but all things considered it went pretty smoothly (no pun intended). I do hate shaving, quite honestly, because it takes a good chunk of time each day and because it tends to irritate my skin occasionally, but I have yet to hear of any options beyond daily shaving. There may be all sorts of hair removal solutions for unwanted body hair (exfoliants, waxing, electrolysis, laser removal), but you can't use any of these methods on your face. I'd be all for a permanent process that would remove all of my facial hair. If someone could invent something like that then I would expect them to grow rich quickly. Surely I'm not the only person who hates to shave every day. If it wasn't obvious already, the day was boring and uneventful. I spent a few hours trying a few new ideas on the website redesign efforts, but it was all a waste. Still, even with good new ideas, nothings working well enough to satisfy my expectations. I did some tax work and some filings for financial aid today, too, but that (not surprisingly) was completely uninteresting as well. If today was any example, I may soon prove that it's possible to die from boredom. Posted at 1:20 AM
I try not to quote articles from the news two days in a row, but this one simply can't be resisted. Apparently there truly is a "war against Christianity", but it has little to do with Christmas. I'd love to actually see this case go to court, even though it seems like that is unlikely. It would be an interesting debate, both intellectually and theologically.
Posted at 1:00 AM
I don't even need to make a single comment about over-zealous, self-righteous, ridiculous Christian Conservatives when they do stuff like this. What more could I possibly say?
Posted at 10:47 PM
For as many hours as I've been putting into trying to develop a new version for this website, complete with commenting and other such currently-expected features, I'd have been just as well off to have spent no time at it at all. Every template I try to modify, every concept I try to develop, and every feature I try to add just ends up looking like crap and working less than ideally. The looks are the biggest problem, really. If I could design as I have in the past, using Dreamweaver and putting all of my graphic design skills to work, I could create something beautiful, but since I'm trying to develop the new site using Wordpress, thereby getting commenting and such built in, I have to develop 'the look' using templates that work with PHP and CSS and sadly only come up as code in Dreamweaver, not graphics. Thus any experiment to make changes is long and drawn out and usually develops more flaws that successes, and unfortunately I just end up getting frustrated. If I could come up with a work-around to gain commenting then I'd design the site anew on my own. I already have ideas for how to redesign the site to add some new features on my own. I have some great new ideas for an improved layout and design as well. The damn commenting is the one thing that eludes me, and it's driving me nuts. I've wanted the damn commenting for about three years now, and I still can't figure out how to work it into the site. It simply drives me nuts to waste my time like this. Posted at 11:05 PM
Oh good. Yet another year full of heartaches and disappointments. Lucky me. Posted at 10:06 PM
Journal, by Paul Cales, © January 2006
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