Saturday, January 31, 2009
My A-Sexual Phase
Just wanted to clarify my current sexual orientation. Not into guys, not into women, my eyes are for ART only, and all its colorful forms. Just got off the phone with my dad, and when he asked if I had met any new friends recently, I enthusiastically and honestly replied that I just went to an art opening with a new friend of mine, a woman who runs a fair-trade global artisan craft shop in the city. The line was silent, and knowing my dad, I feel as though he might suspect that I fancy women, from a few comments I have made in passing over the past few months. While I respect that inspirational lifestyle choice, I am not attracted to women for any reason beyond friendship. Nor will I ever be.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I Want my MTV
As I read the latest clip on the news about today's technological setback to the O administration, Dire Straits' most notable chorus ran through my head. And while there are 3 million people on the waiting list to get a $40 coupon to help ease the cost of a digital converter that will be needed for older TV sets to be viewed in the new digital format effective next month, a different perspective simultaneously popped into my head along with the background music. So here it is: going Digital nationwide is not only an economic stimulus for the cable/TV businesses, but it can also be a community stimulus which in turn will most likely evolve into another economic stimulus. In plain speak, if people can't watch their TVs at home, they can still catch 'the game' or 'Thursday Night TV' at the neighborhood watering hole and even get to know their neighbors while watching. I know this is a little profound, but watching TV together, can lead to camaraderie, which can lead to social/business networking opportunities, which can lead to employment opportunities, which can lead to individual (financial) stability, which can help this country evolve into a stronger economy. What a brilliant possibility! And it's only one of the thousands that are possible!! So quit your complaining, save your Digital pennies, and in the meantime let off some steam at your favorite watering hole with your buddies and have a little fun, FOR YOUR COUNTRY!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Ode to an Asshole
No, this post isn't dedicated to our former president as I am so done posting, or even thinking, about him. This post is dedicated to my former best friend, who made an unforgivable assholeesque comment tonight, and thus is no longer my best friend. We had a good run, and I am truly grateful for all of the laughs we shared, and memories too, but it is time to part ways. Suicide is no laughing matter, but apparently it is to him, or at least it was tonight. And that is why I have to let him go. So long, Bruce!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
I'm in the Market for a Partner
of the male variety, NOT an asshole. How hard can it be to find a dude with an ego of equal size to mine?! (Which I like to think is very small, but am getting the signal from the people in my head that it has recently been increasing in size). I've come across quite a few of the XY chromosomes lately that give the definition of a-hole a run for it's money. Lord, in my next incarnation, I'd like to be a duck. Life just seems a lot easier when you have webbed feet!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Bush is a Fucking Asshole
Holy Shit, I've been pretty tolerant of his presidential misvisions, but now that his days are numbered, I'm coming into a new realization of how fucked up this administration's sense of reality really is. However, 8 years ago, I felt confident that he was the better choice over Mr. Gore, as did the majority of the country. But after learning of one of the administration's latest inspiration sprees to see if a fucking shrimp runs faster or slower on a treadmill when it's feeling ill, and then also with a "loaded" duck tape backpack strapped to it, the voices in my head screamed at me that this dude is fucking ludicrous. It would be one thing if this were a show on Comedy Central entitled "Weird Shit", but it's not. It's our government. Breathe in and out. Repeat a million times.
So, upon reading the latest completely dysfunctional move this president has made, I learned that Mr. Bush has given his approving nod to withhold awarding purple hearts to soldiers who have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as a result of their experiences on the battle field. Being a survivor of PTSD myself, this came as a most painful jab way below the belt. Where do I even begin? First of all, the fact that the soldiers (everyday men AND women) chose to serve our country, through fighting on enemy lines, maintaining democratic order in certain countries needing a little help with that concept, or a variety of other useful and efficient ways, begs for recognition in itself. It is because we have these volunteers that our country doesn't have a draft! Hello people, wake up and smell the fucking coffee! So we should be honoring these souls, who have seen shit that no person should ever experience, and their time serving our country, our freedom. But with this latest move, the administration is saying that if a soldier is not able to keep up an Arnold Schwarzaneger-like Muscle of Steel exterior for their entire time both in the service and and way beyond the time that they have hung up their helmet, then forget it, we are not awarding you a Purple Heart, because it wasn't earned. GO FUCK YOURSELF, BUSH!
As is evident with this latest presidential dipshit move, all of one's past experiences from this life, and probably from past lives too, form a unique filter from which each one of us views the world. And apparently Bush was very neglected during his childhood and by his family's deaf ear to all his great ideas that he has taken it upon himself to prove to EVERYONE that his ideas are good ones.
T minus 9 days with this prick in the Oval Office. And then, thank God!, there will be a 720 degree turn around in the energetic vision of this country. If I ever see Bush on the street, or any of his people, he will be invisible to me. I appreciate the work he has done in his term, but it is time to move on. And time will only tell of the psychological repercussions that this term and presidential experience, where he has been severely scoffed at by the public and thus been forced to live with really tough love, consequently manifest in his life from here on out. Regardless, I'd be in support of an exile movement. Let's give this sucker a taste of his own medicine.
I am so done with you. Our country is so done with you. Our world is so done with you. Out out, damn Bush!
So, upon reading the latest completely dysfunctional move this president has made, I learned that Mr. Bush has given his approving nod to withhold awarding purple hearts to soldiers who have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as a result of their experiences on the battle field. Being a survivor of PTSD myself, this came as a most painful jab way below the belt. Where do I even begin? First of all, the fact that the soldiers (everyday men AND women) chose to serve our country, through fighting on enemy lines, maintaining democratic order in certain countries needing a little help with that concept, or a variety of other useful and efficient ways, begs for recognition in itself. It is because we have these volunteers that our country doesn't have a draft! Hello people, wake up and smell the fucking coffee! So we should be honoring these souls, who have seen shit that no person should ever experience, and their time serving our country, our freedom. But with this latest move, the administration is saying that if a soldier is not able to keep up an Arnold Schwarzaneger-like Muscle of Steel exterior for their entire time both in the service and and way beyond the time that they have hung up their helmet, then forget it, we are not awarding you a Purple Heart, because it wasn't earned. GO FUCK YOURSELF, BUSH!
As is evident with this latest presidential dipshit move, all of one's past experiences from this life, and probably from past lives too, form a unique filter from which each one of us views the world. And apparently Bush was very neglected during his childhood and by his family's deaf ear to all his great ideas that he has taken it upon himself to prove to EVERYONE that his ideas are good ones.
T minus 9 days with this prick in the Oval Office. And then, thank God!, there will be a 720 degree turn around in the energetic vision of this country. If I ever see Bush on the street, or any of his people, he will be invisible to me. I appreciate the work he has done in his term, but it is time to move on. And time will only tell of the psychological repercussions that this term and presidential experience, where he has been severely scoffed at by the public and thus been forced to live with really tough love, consequently manifest in his life from here on out. Regardless, I'd be in support of an exile movement. Let's give this sucker a taste of his own medicine.
I am so done with you. Our country is so done with you. Our world is so done with you. Out out, damn Bush!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
The Power of A-R-T
For some it's the power of love, for others it's the power of the fart, and while the latter is pretty powerful in the amount of laughter I exert after hearing each unique natural blast of sound, for me personally, the power of art tops it all. A piece that resonates with me is truly the most awesome force to behold. Art is a form of communication from the soul, and when a piece moves a patron in any way, it is because their soul is touched by the piece in some exquisite fashion. A picture is worth a thousand words.
I have recently come into this knowledge of how art empowers me through some of my recent art acquisitions. The most significant being painting 100 by artist Sheldon Drake. http://www.sheldondrake.com/PAINT/ptg100.html Through this piece, I am able to see in a way that I have never seen before just how invisible I have been to my family and my tribe. This piece contains the perfect balance of contrast between paisley pattern forming distinct lines and patterns and morphing dark nebulous shapes, grounded ambient colors and jubliant grounded pastels, a country club life and one of an artist. I've seen them on the same page for the first time ever in my piece, which I have renamed Phish Pose. Now that it is in my collection, I am making certain that I am seen AND heard by my tribe. I feel that it's a rather abrupt change for some members of my clan to absorb at the moment, but I'm confident that over time they will become a bit more comfortable with the latest permanent version of my authentic self.
And yes, love can be powerful in its own right as well. I know it may shock some of you, but even though I am still single, completely by choice!, I have had the periodic acquaintance of the power and beauty of love. It has been a rare occurance, as I think I can count on one hand all the times in my past that I have actually been in-the-moment, but to be able to share those moments with someone else, who was also hopefully in-the-moment as well, is truly special. Something I will hold onto forever. It's up there with the art of a fart! Toot on, fellow artists!!
I have recently come into this knowledge of how art empowers me through some of my recent art acquisitions. The most significant being painting 100 by artist Sheldon Drake. http://www.sheldondrake.com/PAINT/ptg100.html Through this piece, I am able to see in a way that I have never seen before just how invisible I have been to my family and my tribe. This piece contains the perfect balance of contrast between paisley pattern forming distinct lines and patterns and morphing dark nebulous shapes, grounded ambient colors and jubliant grounded pastels, a country club life and one of an artist. I've seen them on the same page for the first time ever in my piece, which I have renamed Phish Pose. Now that it is in my collection, I am making certain that I am seen AND heard by my tribe. I feel that it's a rather abrupt change for some members of my clan to absorb at the moment, but I'm confident that over time they will become a bit more comfortable with the latest permanent version of my authentic self.
And yes, love can be powerful in its own right as well. I know it may shock some of you, but even though I am still single, completely by choice!, I have had the periodic acquaintance of the power and beauty of love. It has been a rare occurance, as I think I can count on one hand all the times in my past that I have actually been in-the-moment, but to be able to share those moments with someone else, who was also hopefully in-the-moment as well, is truly special. Something I will hold onto forever. It's up there with the art of a fart! Toot on, fellow artists!!
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