Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Small Giants: My How Things Have Changed





Once upon a time there was a very old story. In this story a lumbering giant towered over everyone else, taunting them daily. Even the strongest and most skilled of other men dared not face the giant due to the reenforced humiliation of anyone who thought they could best the giant. He was merciless and surely his size might block out the sun. His arms hung like oak trees time had long forgotten. His bolder like fists had smashed all contendors until a tiny boy stood in his shadow and glared up at him. Sure it looked so insane that even the giant laughed. Of course, everyone else under the bully's influence always laughs along with them while trembling in fear that their laughter is not loud enought for their self-proclaimed conquerer. Three stones later everyone coughed from the rise of the dust and the thud of what towered before well over them. Pardon my paraphrase; but you get the idea.





There are certainly many million-dollar companies that tower over we little people, whether it's entertainment, insurance, financial or housing giants. For many years, they have had their way with us often. We pay premiums almost with a gratitude for the privilidge in exchange for some often false security. When its all said and done, it's about business and business equals profits. I suspect the common man has wised up to the obvious evidence that company loyalties arent what they used to be. In a time when handshakes and eye contact is practically forbidden and easily masquaraded as sincere, folk's first inclination is to mistrust. They've been burned before — and that's before the last time after the time before. Big companies have ruled the landscape of America with iron fists, pummeling its infants who might dare raise their eyes into the sun.





Then came the social medias! It appeared totally geeked-out and harmless at its dawning. But the morning got brighter by the hour and its power has become blinding. I came across this story by accident and it struck a cord with me. Being over forty years old, one has a bit of space to look back over and note change with remember whens. I particularly noted this line,
You don’t get to play by the old rules any more, and it doesn’t matter what business you’re in. You don’t get the old privilege of anonymity. You don’t get to bury your story on page 47.

There is no more page 47. Every story is somebody’s page 1. more...






Perhaps normal man has found his/her superhuman strength pill. Perhaps we can all become supermen and women. Perhaps we can truely make a difference as a single voice in the face of giants. On the other hand, if we're all the same, will we not be back in the same boat? Does the revolutionary not always live long enough to become tomorrow's dictator? The power of the circle cycle is overwhelming. In fact, it's odd how normal it stays; but always with the promise of change.

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M

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Why Stars Burn So Brightly and You Love It





Make a wish upon a falling star! They cast a beautiful glow packed with rich color and dazzling visuals any Hollywood studio could be proud of replicating. They blind us with "other worldiness" and bewilderment as they enter our meager atmosphere. We can dream up any sinareo about who, what and where it travels from; but the point of impact, if it survives to reach the earth, is unmistakeably human. Yes, only human — flawed, frail and broken like all the rest of us incapable of escaping our impact with death and taxes.



Chaos can be beautiful, but it is also impossible to control. Flames are intoxicating, and they burn without discrimination. It’s all about striking balance, even though it’s more fun not to. To forget that rule is to run the risk of being devoured, because energy first and foremost feeds.


This podcast is spawned by a conversation with my cohort, the Pensive referring to one of those subjects that keeps returning in different forms but always ending the same manner. The revolutionist always seem to live long enough to become the establishment they were fighting against. The longer you live, the more you are inclined that there be some rules that everyone abides by...some level of "common descency" i.e. families are off limits, churches are sacred ground, etc. Sure everyone would love to blame someone else but in the end, the reflection in the mirror must bear some of the smear of the state of society. Afterall....without the demand, the supply would deminish or better.





Anywhoooo...back to the train track. The chaos of the plummet is beautiful in all its radiant color and shrapnel with a glowing troup of other falling pebbles ( or "ticks" if you read my previous blog.) It only takes a few moments to think of "stars" that have fallen in some form or another; not to mention politicians and religious figures. People are not much different from children, they can be quite cruel...afterall where else would children get it. But we tend to really enjoy the spectacle of the fall when this "once water-walking" icon has really spouted some form of financial, religious or moral superiority or lack of understanding the plight of the less fortunate. Oh wait, I'm being too generous, we love a train wreck regardless. Stardom is a beautiful thing but its the fall that is the true performance that we tend to tune into primetime to witness.




The energy is a hard thing for some to grasp. How do you walk away from oceans of people calling your name and spending their money, time and energy to be in your presence? How does a gladiator leave the collesium and be exiled to grow flowers in some discarded/less viewed dimly lit stage after all the previous performance spoils? Oh yeah, there's spoils, lots of them; more than you could ever imagine. Access has privilidges surrounded by steel bars. Sure we would all love to sit in judgement or have a late night comedy show that we can safely crack jokes casually about someone else's chaos and dismay. The camera has no sympathies and it drains any existing mercies from its wielder. That's entertainment folks!!! Not the money, but the love of it; that's the true dictator of our souls. Why we pretend otherwise is just another side effect of being human, contaminated from birth.


I have never met anyone who could leave the glory days in peace. The energy is unmistakeable and there are no substitues. The energy, the chaos and the hunger are all brothers; all mortally bonded. I can only say make a wish upon a falling star in the night sky and wish twice if it's in the daytime. Perhaps you should also give thanks for not being that star. Stars fall with terminal velocity generating fire, heat and chaos. Look out belooooooowwwwww!!!!!!!

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M

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Eventually the ticks on the dog win!

tick on dog



Ticks, they're tiny and you might not even notice them at most glances. Whether the dog aquires the ticks or the ticks seek them out; their encounter typically occurs while in action toward something, i.e. the dog was on a mission. While going about its merry way or aimlessly meandering, the dog is typically unaware of the parasites that have hitched a ride.

But what of this parasite? Tick is the common name for the small arachnids in superfamily Ixodoidea that, along with other mites, constitute the Acarina. Ticks are ectoparasites (external parasites), living by hematophagy on the blood of mammals, birds, and occasionally reptiles and amphibians. Ticks are vectors of a number of diseases, including Lyme disease, Q fever, Colorado tick fever, tularemia, tick-borne relapsing fever, babesiosis, ehrlichiosis and Tick-borne meningoencephalitis, as well as anaplasmosis in cattle and canine jaundice.[1]

Young ticks have six legs, and mature ticks have eight legs. They vary in size and appearance depending on the species.




But what of a parasite? parasite (plural parasites)

1. (biology) A (generally undesirable) living organism that exists by stealing the resources produced/collected by another living organism.

Lice, fleas, ticks and mites are widely spread parasites.

2. (pejorative) A person who relies on other people's efforts and gives little back (originally a sycophant).


Parasites can remain invisible for only a select amount of time. They prey on the host which begins to add weight their bodies. This invisible rider can hang on for free so long as it remains small and insignificant. But like most parasites, their success is what does them in. They grow to monsterous sizes that threaten to become their own entity; proclaiming to have just as much or more power than their host. The gains from stealing along for the ride become hard to ignore. Success leaves a trail and adds some pounds.

political dragon

It is easy to realize that success not only attracts parasites but might even be somewhat due to parasites as well. Clearly celebrities are no stranger to these organisms. Even the scandals of the day are somewhat due to parasites. They started out harmless and insignificant; small and non-existent in the host's view. Its always a matter of time before the parasites bleed dry the host once fat with power, glamour and success; casting them aside like an old cicada shedding, split and useless. Perhaps these parasites have robbed us of our financial illusions, rock stars and innocences. And alas, the dog is spent and the tick moves on to the next victim.

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M

Monday, July 13, 2009

Not Our Hangover!

funny movie: hangover





The weekend is over again. What a very nice one it was. One of the greatest things in life is laughter. I personally believe if more folks spent time laughing they would probably live longer and better. I had a weekend that left my stomach sore from laughter. Thats is rare gift. Its just great for the soul.


We celebrated my BFFs 41st birthday Saturday. We went to see The Hangover. Of course I had to convice her that it was better than some romantic comedy...this time I won. That movie was rolling in the isles funny; but it really was maximized by being surrounded by the oddest combination of folks too. Behind us was a pretty girl who laughed like a horse -- of course which caused more laughter. To my right behind me were these two huge fat black guys (most have been brothers...same bone structure); ahead and down two rows to my right to older ladies (could have been more than just together--but it was hard to tell). Something got her funnybox tickled and she couldnt breath as her friend kept trying to make sure she wasnt choking; everything else was a strange mixture of mature folks, asians and geeks. Boy am I glad I didnt have popcorn; I might have choked too. Here's the plot:
While watching the film, it was hard not to think the film's plot could happen in reality. "The Hangover" is loosely based on a real story.
From the director of OLD SCHOOL comes a new comedy about a bachelor party gone horribly wrong.

Two days before his wedding, Doug (Justin Bartha) and his three buddies (Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms, and Zach Galifianakis) drive to Vegas for a blow-out night they'll never forget. But when the three groomsmen wake up the next morning with pounding headaches, they can't remember a thing. Their posh hotel suite is beyond trashed and the groom is nowhere to be found.

With no clue of what happened and little time to spare, the trio must attempt to retrace their bad decisions from the night before in order to figure out where things went wrong and hopefully get Doug back to L.A. in time for his wedding. However, the more they begin to uncover, the more they realize just how much trouble they're really in.


funny movie: hangover




This movie even has Mike Tyson making a singing debute! Worse than that, we like exactly the same part of Phil Collins' I Can Feel It Coming in the Air Tonite! Funny funny funny!!! While not probably as funny as Something About Mary, it would be really close to next in line. Later we had dinner at Logans Roadhouse...always good service and friends. Just as we were leaving, another friend walks in and joins us and we laugh for another 2.5 hours! It was bonkers. (luckily we didnt get thrown out, most of the folks I would have called were already there.)

Needless to say, it was a good time had by all. Very funny movie; not for kids or the tightly girded.

TRAILER: click and chuckle.

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M

Friday, July 10, 2009

The worst of both bests: Fridaku!


we have two halves



Suddenly its Friday all of a sudden. Ive had the ole nose to the stone and just beginning to see the light of day. Wow, what a week its been...and the ball of mud just keeps spinning. There are so many things to marvel about in the world and reflect upon the perfect order of the universe and the disorderly chaos of man. The media really does have most of the power when defined by the actual medium of media and not necessarily the press.


All the social networks have changed the balance of power in the world as we know it. Genocide can be seen even under the most hulking of tyranies in issolation. Like most things, there are pros and cons. Its odd that the freedom of speech might be so enslaving to our characters. What does one do when he/she has been publicly humiliated under false pretenses. I am always amazed how scandal can stay in the media for days if not months; but the retraction only appears once on page 13 burried deeply below the obituaries (figuratively speaking of course); but you know what I mean.


Great men/women are capable of great things — they are also equally capable of far worse. The universe appears to favor balance. There are very few folks I can think of that were "completely" good or didnt have their virtues offset by some deep dark vise(s). Balance seems like a natural law of being right down to a molecular level. Thus one might say, to be "completely" good is down right "alien" to us....

And last but not least, the Fidaku!

Life Seasons
Good, Bad, we all share;
Sunshine, rainfall and between;
Life requires it all.

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M