Tuesday, May 31, 2005 

Memorial Day, 2005

To the service men and women who selflessly gave their lives to defend the freedom of our country and the freedom of humanity all over our world . . .

Thank you . . . the debt can never be repaid.


Monday, May 30, 2005 

Bumper Sticker Rant

I'm not really a bumper sticker guy. When I had my truck (dang, I miss my truck) I had a couple of small, hardly noticeable stickers on the back window. But by and large I'm not a real bumper sticker guy. It's mostly due to the fact that of every 100 bumper stickers, 99 of them are so outrageously stupid that I have learned to loathe them. I read them and I shouldn't, but it's hard not to when you're sitting there behind the same idiot driver for 20 minutes on a 1/4 mile stretch of road, and there it is, the bumper sticker ignorance of 21st (and some 20th) century cliche, political agendas that are 10 years too late, religious idiocy that only embarrasses the beliefs they're trying to purport, and parents who have no more pride than their kid's brute strength to beat up my kid because he's smarter than theirs. STOPPIT!!!!!

. . . save one . . .

a friend of mine saw one recently and readily made it known to me. It read: "CAUTION: Stupid People are Breeding."

I need it. And no, I don't just want it, I need it. I need to have something available so I can drive in front of the "said vehicle", make sure they get close enough to read (if they can), and get them to laugh at the joke they will never understand. (insert exasperated *sigh* here)

I know that I am being quite condescending this evening, and for those I have offended, oh well. But those whom I have not . . . you know what I'm talking about.

I now invite you to share with me the dumbest bumper sticker(s) you've ever seen. Please, I want to know that I'm not the only one.


Friday, May 27, 2005 

Billy, Billy, Billy . . .

He's finally done it! The impossible, the amazing, Billy McMahan is getting married! He's turned down millions of women over these years (sliiiiight exageration) but has now found the perfect one for him. "Way to go man, and good luck Angie!" ;-)
I shall be participating in the wedding this weekend in Austin, TX. Laid back, outdoors, watching my life long friend finally get it done. *sigh*


Wednesday, May 25, 2005 

Race for the Cure

I am volunteering on June 4th for the "Race for the Cure", a charity event for the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation.

Just a little time to do a little something to show support for the millions of people who have been affected by breast cancer. Perhaps someone you know or care about has or knows someone who has breast cancer. Click here to gain a better understand of how the women of our country have been affected by breast cancer, and learn what you can do to make a difference.


Monday, May 23, 2005 

By George he's done it!!!!!


Anyone who knows me knows that I love Star Wars. As well, all of them know that I talk rather harshly regarding episodes I and II, actually preferring some of the "Lukeisms" over the cheese ball campiness known as Anikan Skywalker. However, this time, George Lucas has regained my confindence in the Star Wars franchise. Episode III, much like Palpatine (for now), rules the Galaxy (but wait, Luke and Vader beat him, so, he doesn't rule it right now . . . hmm). Anyway, episode III, unlike I,II,IV,V, and VI (look at all those commas!), is dark, violent, WELL ACTED, and down right emotional . . . it's Star Wars done WAY right. Where Empire Strikes Back is Star Wars done right, Revenge of the Sith is done WAY right. Questions answered, Jedi dying, Anikan and Obi Wan lightsaber fight on a volcanic planet, Yoda and the Emperor throwing senate pods, the birth and re-birth of Darth Vader . . . you know what, just go see it!! If you haven't yet, don't wait any longer. If you're not a fan (I can understand about the last two), this one doesn't apply, you'll like it. I want to see it again . . . then probably again . . . then, if I can afford it, again.

Perhaps I should now claim my place among the nerds that I cheered along with.


Friday, May 20, 2005 

I'd rather stub my pinky toe over and over than . . .

1. do math (except money).
2. listen to country music (ok, ok, i do actually like a couple of songs).
3. paint walls (there are no exceptions for this).
4. re-visit junior high (oh how awful!).
5. be perpetually subjected to '80 pop music (should be 80's poop music).
6. learn how .NET applications could change my life (sorry Eric, but i still like you as a person!).
7. listen to whiny insurance clients talk about how they shouldn't have to pay for insurance, and other such ludicrous ideas that permeate the insurance world.
8. listen to another girl go on and on and on and on and on and on about Brad Pitt or George Clooney.
9. ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, there are others but my mind is mush.


Tuesday, May 17, 2005 

Fast Friends

I've recently made a friend in a guy named Addison. Addison is a cool guy, but tonight he's going through some pretty rough stuff. I just wanted to give him a shout and tell him to hang in there.

You'll make it through, buddy. I'll do anything I can.

Saturday, May 14, 2005 

It all started . . .

because I needed the money. Then it turned into a pretty nice part time job. And now I'm actually moving up through the Starbucks corporation (a lot faster than I thought possible). If you would have asked me 3 months ago, "hey Chris, do you think that by the end of the year you'll be an assistant manager with a sight on managing your own store?", I would have chuckled some . . . No, I would have chuckled a lot. Now I would say, "Actually, yes. Yes I do." It's not what I would have dreamed in a million years . . . but the coffee's so dang good!!! Check us out, we've got some new stuff cookin'!!


Friday, May 13, 2005 

What is it with poetry?

Some thoughts of others which have infiltrated my own:

"Everything I say in prose, with its links, its clauses, its causal flourishes; its reservations and chatter of afterthought; everything with prose's anectdote and self-observation and preening that is like the shiver of a body brushing back its hair before going into the room, despels the poem. Explanations and the appeal to authority tear down the modesty of poetry. Its near invisibility. Its perfected impermanence A scat of wind through a tall fir that knocks off all its caught-up snow and causes the branch to spring about . . . but in smaller, evaporating language that brings no attention to itself because it belongs to something greater -- perhaps the greater 'Whisper of running streams and winter lightning' Eliot wrote of as part of his own world of debased, involuntary phantoms."
~Mary Kinzie

Introduction to Poetry

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out.

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

~Billy Collins

"When a poem takes me to that place where
No story every happens twice, all I want
Is a warm room, and a thousand years of thought"

~Robert Bly from Shabistari and The Secret Garden

Wednesday, May 11, 2005 

Day a la Triviality

Besides a good head shaving, today was the first, real haircut that I have had in about a year . . . it was all and more that I remember it being (except the TeaTree, that was new).

To my friend, Jason Helopoulos (sp?) . . . Goodluck and Godspeed.

To my brother, Jon . . . where's all that music you promised me? must . . . have . . . more . . . music.

To my siste,r Katie . . . you're graduating Saturday, AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

To everyone (even me) . . . don't be dumb, it's annoying.


Sunday, May 08, 2005 

Living in Enemy Territory

It's been bad enough, having to live in Dallas while being a Houston fan, but seeing that the Mavericks completely obliterated my Rockets from even being considered a legitmate basketball team, much less a championship contender, life in Dallas is going to be incredibly irritating. At least i still have the Astros . . . oh wait, they can't win either. No, being a Houston sports fan right now is not at all pleasant. Perhaps come football season the Texans can make some noise. It's a long shot, and September sure does seem a long way off. *sigh*


Saturday, May 07, 2005 

Unfolded Faces

they walk sidewalks, streets, malls, parks, and bars --------- they play in fields, on shores, in rivers, lakes, and pools --------- they smile, they frown, they scowl, worry, laugh, and scold --------- adults and children --------- boys and girls --------- men and women --------- faces --------- and to each of us, each face, an entrance and an exit --------- they come, they go --------- and when they go they leave pictures, folded up, put into memory's hip-pocket --------- some fold and unfold more often than others --------- happy and familiar, cherished and remembered --------- but others, wisps of vapor whisked away --------- floating --------- nowhere, for no one --------- and these, the unfolded, they float for awhile then land --------- in quiet, shadowed corners --------- where dark silence lives --------- quietly, gently he picks and folds them up --------- places them slowly in his hip-pocket --------- forgetting --------- until he finds them, folded and faded, in the wash


Thursday, May 05, 2005 

Cinco de Mayo!!

Some of Today's Noteworthy's:
  • Work was so awfully boring that . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
  • Rockets beat Mavericks, force game 7 in 1st round of '05 NBA playoffs
  • Jack Kerouac just got even more awesome
  • Today Mexico (and most of Texas) celebrates Mexico's victory over France (sweet!) at the Battle of Puebla
  • It is Holocaust Remembrance Day, and puts in perspective how insignificant so many other "important" things are


Wednesday, May 04, 2005 

May the 4th be with you . . . always.

I overheard a conversation at work today, on whether or not God was a woman or a man. "You can't say she's a man, it's just not possible." How's that for a power packed argument? You know, sometimes you just want to shake common sense into people. Not for the belief itself (though that is tempting), but for the arguments they use to defend that belief. The reasons some people give for the basis of what they believe aren't as sturdy as the arguments for the "force" of Star Wars lore. The sad thing is that I know people who can better argue for the existence of the force than others can for the basis of life itself. Something seems a little out of sorts here.

anyways, "May the 4th be with you . . . always!"



"OOOOO, George Clooney . . ."

(an advanced apology for the length, you may skip to the end if you wish)
What is the human obsession with fame? This question came to mind (and was further confirmed by Sports Radio 1310 'The Ticket') while I was watching game 4 of the Dallas/Houston series of the NBA playoffs. Whilst enjoying the high energy, back and forth adrenaline pumping action of a great playoff basketball game, the cameras cut to what was, no doubt, a TV ratings booster shot of George Clooney.. Now, Mr. Clooney isn't from Dallas (or Houston) and, as far as I know isn't an outrageous fan of either team (he might be but nothing was said to this effect). He therefore has no seeming connection with the Metroplex in which I live (the broadcast I was watching was a local one). So, this was simply a TV shot for the viewer. An attractive, rich, powerful, famous, middle aged actor for our viewing pleasure. I internally kicked myself when I caught myself thinking, "OOOOO, George Clooney is in Dallas." I then thought, "Why do I care?" I dropped it for the moment as poor officiating gave Dallas the win, only to be re-awakened to it on the the radio the next morning when I heard that some women at the game where demonstrating "beatle-mania" type behavior in order to get Mr. Clooney's attention; screaming, reaching out, needing to be seen by him, heard by him, maybe (and probably) even touched by him. What is it with the human obsession with fame? If some ordinary, "ridiculously good looking" middle aged man was shown on the TV, nobody would have given him a second look. But, Mr Clooney has something all the other guys don't have. Money? Lots of rich people at the game. Looks? Yes, but how much of that is relative? What he has, what really makes him attractive, is fame. And with fame comes power and prestige. To be in his presence, or noticed by him is to be in the presence of and noticed by that same power and prestige. Why are we so obsessed with it? Because we all want it. We all have that inner desire of being somebody, of making some kind of difference, of being noticed. Fame makes one "god-like" and we, as humans, incline ourselves to bow before those who are and emulate them. How many people would give life and limb to be in the presence of these? How many would give up all that they have to actually be one of these people? Does all of this seem rather silly to you? How many people do you know (are you one?) who want to be a famous actor, athlete, singer, politician, or other public figure, just because they want to be famous? This is where post-modernism may actually help us. Be yourself. Be YOU! (Dr. Pepper slogan)
It's so simple it's cliche (grrr, cliche). Hey, here's a thought, let's actually consider someone else for a change. Someone simple . . . like Bob, your trash guy, who keeps your place from filling up with all the nasty things that make it smell like you're not famous.

For today, do something "non-famous" . . . pick up some trash or simply thank those who do all the things that you would never stoop down to do.


Monday, May 02, 2005 

Quaere Verum

I attended a conference this weekend on C.S. Lewis and Dorothy Sayers, contemporary authors and Christian apologists in 20th century Britain. The subject matter of the Saturday portion was quite, what's the word, "telling". Lewis (and Sayers) had an amazing ability to see the then future demise of education in our world. The rise of deconstructionism is taking its toll on the future stability of humanity and our ability to reason in it. The idea that "absolute truth is absolutely untrue" is shaping our culture into what could be, and probably will be, its demise. Post-modernism, for all of its strengths, is numbing the minds of its adherents and is the degredation of the academy. "Seeking knowledge" has turned into "seeking my version of knowledge" and "The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth" will soon be obsoete in our justice systems as well as the moral and ethical centers of our world. What shall we do? Think about it.

And for all of those who might disagree . . . pinch yourself and see if it hurts.

Sunday, May 01, 2005 

Sleep Deprivation 101

Being new to this blogging thing raises questions in my head, such as:

can I get this on a t-shirt?

Mater tua criceta fuit, et pater tuo redoluit bacarum sambucus

(Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries)

See what happens?


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