Thursday, July 28, 2005 

With the anniversary of the bombing of Japan to end the second world war fast approaching, I can't help but feel a tinge of "what next" during this time. Granted, the current war pales significantly in the shadow of the casualties, means, and absolute horror of the second world war. What we are seeing and experiencing hardly deserves the label "war" when comparing the two. Nonetheless, we are at war. And that raises questions. Questions that either I only have semi-answered or have no answers for at all. Questions of war, justice, and the things that get us into it and out of it (war that is). So, I thought I'd post them here and entertain your thoughts on the matter. Please take the questions as they are presented . . . as QUESTIONS. I'm not trying to push an agenda, only dialogue with the issues. Help me out, we're all in this together.
  • Is there ever a "right time" to fight violence with violence and if there is, to what degree? i.e. Can mass destruction be used to prevent mass destruction? Were the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki necessary?
  • What do we (America) do if the use of nuclear arms is eminent or actually used on our own soil, in order to either prevent the act or bring to justice the perpetrators? Which leads into my next question . . .
  • When does the gov't have to step in on "Freedom of Religion" when extremists from one religion resort to violence and mass death in "the name of religion/God"?
  • Is a military state the only way to protect a nation? Can we safely secure our country from within without the use of the military?

That's all for now. I think this may end up getting into the race thing. The war on terrorism is one that has race as its foundation, it's not economics or politics or power . . . it's race. Interesting.

until next time . . .

~sof

Monday, July 25, 2005 

A Conversation

This is an actual conversation between me (a High Risk Automobile Insurance Customer Service Representative) and one of our customers. Names are being kept annonymous and all events actually occured:

ME: "Customer Service, how may I help you?"
CUST: "Yeah, I have a question about insurance."
ME: "Ok, how may I help you?"
CUST: "When I pay my bill, how many days am I paying for?"
ME: "Your monthly payments provide you with 30 days of coverage, provided you pay on time."
CUST: "Ok, well here, listen, I got my policy on the 25th of June and it says here on my bill that my next paymnt is due by the 25 of July!!"
ME: "Yes, that would be correct."
CUST: "Well??!!"
ME: "I'm not sure what you're asking ma'am."
CUST: "Well that's only 25 days!"
ME: "No ma'am, the 25th of June until the 25 of July is 30 days."
CUST: "No it's not!!"
ME: "Yes ma'am, it is."
CUST: "No, it's not. The 25th to the 25th is 25 days."
ME: "No ma'am, it's 30 days. If you pull out a calandar and count, it would be 30 days."
CUST: "No, that's not right! Now, from the 1st to the 30th, now that's 30 days!! But the 25th to the 25th, that's 25! It's not right, you're stealing my money! I don't think that's right or fair!"
ME: "Ma'am, I promise . . . it's 30 days. If you'd like to count it out on the calandar we can do that."
CUST: "Well, I don't think it's right, and you're taking my money. I'm gonna get my calandar later and see. I'll be calling you back."
ME: "Ok ma'am. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
CUST: "No, that's all. I'm gonna check on my calandar!!"
ME: "Ok ma'am, you have a good day."
CUST: "You too."
(call ends)

You see? DO YOU SEE??!!! I was laughing for most of the conversation. These calls are a dime a dozen and I think that's the sad/funny thing. If you've never worked in a call center, perhaps you should. It builds character. And do you realize what this means?? You don't have to wait as long for your birthday next month!! YIPPEE!!!

Sorry I was so deep tonight . . . I hope I changed the world.

~sof

Sunday, July 24, 2005 

You know . . .

. . . he's just plain freaky phenomenal.

Saturday, July 23, 2005 

New Camera

I would really like to own this camera so that I may take many beautiful pictures. $$ Donors?

Friday, July 22, 2005 

42

Eureka!
With all told -- 42!
Ergo, comments to capture
The nature and intent of our
Travels through the fog.
Motif and content: faint shimmers
Among the lightless, fog heavy
Blanket that covers
All of us, one time or
Another, the other
Face we wear, to hide.
Meager our hopes we seek
To pull back or push forward.
Yearning we strain the pulp from the fog,
Keeping the rinds to remind
Ourselves that we hold on to
Everywhere we've been,
While slowly marching forward.


~sof

Thursday, July 21, 2005 

Things nobody (not even me) cares about

1. Jack in the Box tacos get really, REALLY soggy in just 2 hours (thanks Addison for the hook up), so if you like soft tacos just wait a bit.
2. The beef chow mein I had today wasn't very good, but since I eat everything it's really quite anti-climactic . . . I'd eat it again.
3 The weather of Piedmont, AL.
4. Whoa!
5. Mood rings don't really work.
6. Why are you still reading this?
7. My arm itches.
8. It feels better now.
9. Fun!
10.


Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

~sof

Monday, July 18, 2005 

Naming Rights and Violent Girls

Two days of final voting didn't produce much, but I gave you those two and the results have been counted . . . gilbert (little g) is the now the name of my car. For all of you who didn't get out to vote, now you understand what a difference one vote can make! Many thanks to Ginger (she who named my car) who spent countless hours pulling her hair out in anxious anticipation of the final count.

and in world news . . .

Men, this is why we stay away from girls: They are known to inflict sudden and intense pain upon us whilst unsuspecting and then take our money so they can go buy hair ribbons and such. Be afraid . . . be very, very afraid. If you don't believe me, click here and see for yourself.

and on a personal note . . .

Arrrrrggggnnnnnaaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhnnnnnnnnaaaaaarrrrgnnnnnaaaaaggggffffttsshhh!!!!!!!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
. . . it was just one of those nights (not you Aisha)


anulos qui animum ostendunt omnes gestemus!

~sof

Saturday, July 16, 2005 

Executive Decision

People should be fired for whining on the job.

fin

~sof

Friday, July 15, 2005 

voting results

As for the next blog topic (maybe not next next, but next as in future), more people have mentioned the racism thing more than any other, so I think I'll do that. However, it will take a little more time to gather my thoughts as I intend to be at least somewhat intentional with my remarks, not "willy-nilly" and offend when I don't intend to: ie, all offense, if any, will be intentional, but hopefully for the greater good (I used "intend" 4 times there, fyi).

And the name of my car vote is going to go into a final round. I have chosen 2 that I like (I can't decide), 1 with a slight modification. I liked Eric's, but perhaps a little nuanced. He put "FogFocus X" . . . what I'd like to do is abreviate it to "the Fox". A little fog, a little X . . . you know. And I like gilbert (lower case, that's the way the vote was cast), it's along the lines of Norman and Freddie, simple and unassuming, but I don't know anyone named gilbert, so it's a little more original for me. So, the final 2 are:
  1. the Fox
  2. gilbert (gil for short)
Go ahead and vote if you like, and to make it a little more interesting, perhaps give reasons for your vote . . . simple voting is boring. We should do that during elections I think, make people give reasons for their vote. All stupid reasons will be thrown out. Subjectivism . . . it's the American way!!!

adversus solem ne loquitor

~sof

Tuesday, July 12, 2005 

What's in a name?


While I decide what to spend actual brain power on (because when I use it it'll be gone), I decided today that my car should have a name. I don't really know why, but it occurred to me so I'm running with it. If you do not know already, I drive a black '05 Ford Focus ZX3. However, due to the overwhelming respect I possess for my fellow bloggers (and those a little more anonymous) I'd like for you to name my car. I will therefore be taking suggestions until I see one that I like. I know I know . . . I'm incredibly generous for allowing all of you such a priviledge. Consider it a cyber-gift, and one that will win you a place in my automotive experiences for years to come.

~sof

Monday, July 11, 2005 

Blog Topic Roulette

I've had many things on my mind recently, but I can't really decide which or if I should blog or any at all. I, therefore, would like to enlist the help of you, my dear reader. Below is a list of possible topics that I've been thinking about and I'd like for you to vote. You can vote by number or by topic. Please, no mixing of topics, that would require an undeveloped level of intelligence to figure out. So, here they are . . . exercise your American right and privilege.
  1. Racism and its effects on the American social climate. This post would probably be a bit controversial. I'd be dealing with issues of "reverse racism" and theological racism, both of which being a little touchy right now.
  2. Iraq War stuff. This would be more of a honor ceremony for the soldiers than any type of real discussion about views on what's going on or if we should even be there.
  3. What's after post-modernism? Something I need to think about way more but intriguing to me none-the-less.
  4. A little of each. This is the one you pick if you want to mix and mingle the topics. More of a "food for though" than a lengthy thesis on any one topic.
  5. This one isn't a blog topic, but something that everyone needs to see. It gives perspective on where we might be in the food chain. Lower than we thought perhaps. Careful though, this isn't for the weak of stomach. Click here.

ad astra,
~sof

Saturday, July 09, 2005 

Finding a Way Through the Fog

Why fog?

Because of images like this picture. Beautiful, isn't it? Can you hear the crickets, maybe a gentle breeze from left to right? There's water in the brook under the bridge and it too moves from left to right. No animals move yet, it's too early for that, or too late. But they're there, just like you, staring at what might be . . . and hiding from it too.

Fog draws us in, fog is intriguing. We can look at mountains and seascapes and find all kinds of beauty and majesty. Art in the gallery is the same way, stared upon for hours and hours for all of the detail and "what it says to me". Fog, I think, is different. We stare at fog because we don't know what's there. Because it's cloaked by the fog we find ourselves staring at nothing and loving every minute of it. We want to know what's there, what it's hiding. Like little children we want to lift the corner of the cloth to see what's hidden under the table.

And at the same time we don't. Because while the fog hides what's on the other side . . . fog hides us, too. And fog becomes our friend, our comfort. In fog we're alone, yet not. We hate it, but we also love it. That's why life is so often a fog. It's not transparent, it's not opaque. It has no definitive answer for any of our questions. No yes or no, fog is one big "maybe."

still standing on this side of the bridge,
~sof

in case you missed it the first time:

Son of Fog
by Dean Young

When the fog burns off and the air's pulverized
diamonds and you can see beyond the islands
of forever!—far too dramatic for me. It hurts
something behind my eyes near the sphenoid,
not good. I prefer fog with fog behind it,
uninflammable fog. Then there's no competition
for brightness, no Byron for your Shelley,
no Juno eclisping your Athena, no big bridge
statement about bringing unity to landmasses.
All the thought balloons are blank. The marching
band can't practice, even a bird's got to get
within five feet before it can start an argument.
Like dead flies on the sill of an abandoned
nursery, we too are seeds in the rattle
of mortality. A foglike baby god
picks it up, shakes it, laughs insanely
then goes back to playing with her feet.
I have felt awful cold and lonely and fog
has been blotting paper to my tears.
My dog is fog and I don't have to scoop
its poop with my hand in a plastic bag.
There are sensations that begin in the world,
the mind responding with ideas but then
those ideas cause other sensations.
What a mess. We stand at the edge
of a drop that doesn't answer back,
fog our only friend although it's hell
on shrimpboats. There, there, says the fog.
Where, where? You can't see a thing.

Thursday, July 07, 2005 

(Insert catchy title here)

A brief "in the news" update for all 4 interested persons in the world.

I kicked Johnny's tail: 6-2, 6-0 . . . however, if you ask him it was 6-5 (no win by two) and 6-3 because he spotted himself 3 games in each set. Although, all is not lost for him. I apparently broke USTA rules by arriving at the match ill-equipped as both of my rackets had broken strings. I, therefore, must default the match to Johnny and we are as we were, undecided. This gives him plenty of time to heal his entire body (which is mostly broken) and practice up over there in the desert. I also assume they don't have grass courts in Las Vegas.

Addison has yet again challenged me to an unmentioned duel, although I would not fight him (he's a kung fu master, he was born with it along with his katana sword). Instead, I'll just direct you to his blog so you can form your own opinions of my little asian friend (haha, he hates that).

My friend Mary has a new blog too. This one will probably contain much poetry (as she is very fond of it) but will also have some very insightful thoughts and ramblings as she is a very insightful rambler (once you get her going! ;)

I have found a website that I find incredibly funny. If you enjoy laughing (you have to like my kind of humor) and you have not seen it (I am often well behind the times) then you should very soon learn to speak Engrish.

Lastly, and on a more serious note, there is a good friend of mine who is trying to help people out of their fog. His name is John Goldberg and he has Cystic Fibrosis. He has developed a website to help educate and encourage those with CF. A worthwhile venture for an amazing guy with more courage and life than I could ever try to replicate. Click on the link to visit John's House and see how you can help support him and others with CF.

Muchos Gracias y Buenos Noches!

~sof

Monday, July 04, 2005 

The Last Showdown

After much pestering, a certain Asian friend has guilted me into updating. ahem.

Actually, I've been meaning to blog this for several days but have been busy so I haven't. Tomorrow morning, America's Independence Day (I should differentiate for our global brothers and sisters), I will embark on an excursion (albeit 25 minutes) to Los Rios Country Club. Once there, I shall take issue with one Johnny Lanoue. Standing opposite him, with green and white outlined asphalt separating both our pride and our rackets, we will war for sole possession of the coveted "Once and For All Best Amateur Tennis Player Between the Two of Us Trophy." You see, Johnny is moving to Las Vegas, Nevada where there is less grass (the kind in your yard) and more money (the kind not in your bank account) than here in dang hot and humid Dallas, TX. Therefore, it must be decided: Who is the best? Will Johnny over power me, hitting cross court forehands and killer fast serves that I can never reach and burn me before I even get started? Or will I set the pace early, making him chase after my nasty and inconvenient drop shots (nasty and inconvenient only because he has bad knees) and kick serves that kick the wrong way and totally mess with his eyeballs? Only time will tell. But as for me, regardless of how bad he loses or how lucky he gets . . .

"You're a great man, tennis player, and friend Johnny . . . you'll be missed."

~sof

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