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Currently Contemplating an Old Poem

Monday, April 16th, 2012

Action and Reaction (written 2006)

And, when I first met you
Amazed by your sparkling eyes and singsong voice
Infused with the joy of the moment
Laughing inwardly at all my past fears…

And, while I led you back through the rift
Worrying every moment that I’d turn around and you’d be gone
Rushing through the woods, past flowers I didn’t recognize
Away from your mountains and into mine…

And, while we were entering my campsite
I reveled in the look on the faces of my friends
Watching awe spread across their faces
Watching my past certainty find foundation…

And, while we chatted
Drinking our tea and mead
Listening to each others tales of our homelands.
Excited about what our meeting foretold…

And, while I stared at the night sky
To excited to sleep
Worried that I might wake up
To find this simply a fleeting dream…

Our people’s cities burned.

When I was meeting you
There were other meetings.

When I was leading you back through the rift
Others were finding their way.

While we were entering my campsite
Others were entering our cities.

While we chatted
Others were making war.

While I stared at the night sky
Others were looking at open graves.

Christmas – To Each Their Own.

Sunday, December 4th, 2011

This last week I commented on Facebook that my favorite two aspects of the season are the gift giving and when the Holiday music ceases at the end of it. I suspect that I touched something of a nerve given the replies I got and the conversations that came of it outside of cyberspace. While the comment was initially made in a tongue and cheek fashion, I find myself giving considerably more thought to my perspective on the subject and the reactions I received.

One of the things that seems most clear, at least to me, is that people are appalled by the fact that I stated that the presents were one of my favorite parts. This was just pure honesty on my part. Who the hell doesn’t like to get presents? Come on, let’s be honest with ourselves here…

“No! The reason for the season is the birth of Christ!” I hear the choirs of faithful yelling already.

Um… okay. Setting aside all the issues inherent in that statement, let me just reiterate that I’m NOT Christian so this aspect of the Holiday season doesn’t speak to me as it might to others. As such, I don’t have to be concerned with the commercialization of my religious belief or that sorta thing. I don’t have to pretend to be appalled by it while I’m busy shopping for gifts. I can simply look at all the wrapped gifts and say ‘Gimme! Gimme!’ Guilt free! Bwahahahahaha!

As for the quip about the Christmas music, I am completely aware that my non-Christian tendencies play a key part in why I can’t stand most of it. I really dislike Christian music, gospel, etc. It’s not really the musical component but rather the content of what the songs are about. Most of the time I can easily avoid listening to it. However, usually starting just after Halloween it begins to play on the radio and in stores. By the time Christmas Eve comes around it’s EVERYWHERE. The same songs, sung by a myriad of different artists and most with connotations that they don’t really seem to understand. So, yes, when it finally ceases I’m rather happy about it. If some like it, great, enjoy! My dislike for it isn’t a condemnation of those that do enjoy it.

Occupy Wall Street Leaves Me Scratching My Head

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011

I can understand the anger and frustration which seems to be the foundation of the ‘Occupy Wall Street’ movement. I don’t condone the use of pepper spray against them and all that crap, as long as the protests are actually non-violent and non-destructive.

However, what I don’t have a clear picture of is what the next step for the movement is beyond the protests themselves. For instance, let’s say the ‘powers that be’ say ‘Ok. We’re listening. What are your issues? What do you recommend we do to solve them?” So far the only instance I know of this happening resulted in the group here in Denver promoting a dog to serve as a spokes person.

This type of behavior, the ‘Let’s bitch and moan because we can but not actually be part of the solution.’ perplexes me. If you strive for change but can’t articulate your agenda or offer options to solve the situation what exactly are you doing other than whining?

Why Academia?

Tuesday, July 26th, 2011

This weekend, while we were wasting time before Captain America, we stopped by target. Their back to school displays reminded me that it’s that time of year again. I must say that I do miss the ebb and flow created from having your life dictated a semester at a time by school. Further, in all honesty, I miss the perception, however false it actually is, that there you’re starting with a fresh slate. It’s a lot easier to be an optimist when the failures of your past are behind some demarcation line.

Anyways, it’s got me thinking about my dream of returning to school. I often wonder if my attachment to the concept has little to do with the actual subject of learning rather than once again finding a place where I can optimistically look ahead. I’m not a fool. I know that having a degree, of any sort, no longer means much in the workplace outside of another requirement that must be met to even be considered. I’ve been told that it used to guarantee a hire pay grade or increase the certainty that there would be a job out in the ‘real world’. I’m not sure if this simply more ‘back in my day’ rose colored glasses crap.
In short, returning to school doesn’t really increase my chances of getting a higher paying job or that I’ll have a better go of it in corporate America… In fact, it might actually make me even more ‘overqualified’ and, as such, really come back to bite me in the ass.

So why do I look forward to it? It might be similar to the ever increasing urge to move. I’ve had the Wifey point this out to me numerous times. When I find that life isn’t going the way I’d like it to, I’m often tempted to pick up and try another place. Of course, this usually isn’t feasible so I usually just move the furniture around. My mother often jokes about this behavior when I was younger and it make the Wifey cringe every time I start to contemplate moving my desk once again. Perhaps it stems from my younger days when we moved every three years or so. It’s easy to get in habit of leaving problems behind when you’re always moving on.

Yeah, in some ways returning to school is indeed like that. It’s a new start, a do over in another environment. I’d be dishonest to say that, at least in part, that’s what I’m longing for.

Still, I think there is more than that. I’ve come to the conclusion, after spending a good bit of time in corporate America, that I’m just as ambitious as the next guy, but in the wrong way. I don’t aspire to make boat loads of money and I sure as hell don’t feel that the prestige I’m looking for is directly tied to a job title. Instead I want to have an impact on humanity in a deeper way. I don’t give a crap about pushing a product, I really aspire to have people question why they need it in the first place.

I’m often labeled as arrogant, and I suppose in some ways I am, it’s just I want to have a deeper impact on people’s lives. I want to be in conversations regarding religion and metaphysical concerns. I want to help give people the opportunity to step beyond their everyday normative perspectives and help develop tools which allow them to be comfortable there. I’d much rather be middle class and struggling with the multitude of life’s big questions than rich and happily ignorant.

From my limited experience, academia seems to provide the best opportunity to advance upon this path. Ideally, the purpose of the classroom is to explore, to question, to propose alternative to the norm and to develop the ability to communicate*. I think that’s why I look toward returning in there at some point in the future.

*Some might suggest that it’s also to find answers. For some that might be the case. However, I’m a relativist and a pragmatic one at that. Answers don’t move us forward…

Mental Vomit. Now with Chunks!

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

I’m having one of those days where I’d like to post on something serious but none of my thoughts are really coming together nicely.

I’ve been reading online about the recent issue Pakistan’s blocking of Facebook over the group dedicated to images of Mohammed. I’d like to be able to present an interesting take on the situation. Oh, I’d probably say something about respect for religious perspectives and free speech. This would be followed up with how asinine I think it is to simply be a douche and stir someone’s ire just because your own sense of entitlement has somehow been insulted.  I’d probably end up concluding with a “live and let live” statement worded excitingly.

But, I simply can’t seem to bring it about.

Failing that, I thought I might talk about the recent attacks on the Miss America pageant winner because of her ethical and religious background. But here too, it seems that I’d just be talking about what’s really related to a pageant that has more to do with physical appearance than Islamic Jihad. Oh, I’d probably make some witty remark about how how the chick is, if I took the time to actually look up her picture.

But, the ability to do so has left me for the time being.

Well, time to get back to work. Perhaps my witty wisdom will return sometime shortly and I’ll have more to offer than a shaking of my head.

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