by definition symbiotic means 'mutually dependent'....it makes me think of the triangle....and the importance of the number three. i hasten to delve into the occurences of the number three throughout history and the present, so for now, it is only mentioned for it's significance to the triangle...
wherever there is a confluence of energy between three objects, that said energy flows in a triangle....and when conditions are just right, the energy does not flow clockwise, counter-clockwise, or in a jumbled mass mess, but instead, flows in a sonic speed 'to-and-fro'...overlapping, absorbed into energy traveling the other direction, and finally injected to its recipient.....all in a split moment of time....all in the form of a triangle.
the triangle is an extremely strong shape...no matter how far you obtousely or accutely stretch it, as long as the end points are strong, the energy has a direct line to the receiver...i find it quite interesting, to say the absolute least....that each point on the triangle is, at that moment, mutually dependent of one another. it is something to behold...
6.28.2009
6.24.2009
life is like eating the ass end of a taco...
so things are going great for you...you are focused on the road ahead, you are working hard, you are playing it smart, and you are thinking that you have just about got it....that is when real life starts falling out all around you.....it is the taco of life! please let me explain...
when eating a taco, you get all your fixings in order...the meat of the taco, the refried beans, lettuce, onion, tomato, plenty of cheese. you may even put on a little salsa to spice it up, or maybe even some sour cream to cool it off a bit. now you take a bite of all those wonderful flavors combining to form this explosion of taste....kinda like life.
your world is the shell...sometimes hard...sometimes soft....self explanitory. the meat is the basic substance that supports you...your job...your family....love...etc. the refried beans (aka friends)are the glue that help to keep life together, and they also help keep the meat of life in place....perfectly grounded to the shell. lettuce, onion, and tomato are the basic fixins...sometimes you have more of one than the other, and sometimes you eliminate one all together...they are your daily/weekly/monthly lists...sometimes they get done, sometimes they do not...but either way, life goes on. and life, or the taco, would not be complete without cheese...and lots of it! and like the shell, cheese is fairly self explanitory...cheese is the smile...ya know, like, "say cheese!"...(thats where the saying comes from). salsa is the additive that packs a little kick...pick a thrill...any thrill. and sour cream being the coolness that is just as mild in taste as it is in color...it is a filler....
now, so far, we have built a taco (life), but we have yet to dive in...so you take a bite and everything seems ok, another, and another, always being careful to get just the right mix of your favorite flavors. there are a few constants...there is always a bit of shell, meat, and beans. the others are there to keep things mixed up and fresh. BUT WAIT!....what is happening here?...some of the "toppings" are starting to fall out the ass end of life...or taco, if you will. you must take your life, turn it around and try to eat the ass end of it before it hits the floor...you followin me? once this is done you should be ok, but then it happens again...the "toppings" of life start spilling out what was once the front, but is now the ass end! so you turn life around again to keep it from spilling out all over the floor.....
you may have to turn your taco around and eat the ass end of it many times in one sitting, but just do not ever let it hit the floor....if it does, you only have five seconds to pick it up! (or ten in my house!)
when eating a taco, you get all your fixings in order...the meat of the taco, the refried beans, lettuce, onion, tomato, plenty of cheese. you may even put on a little salsa to spice it up, or maybe even some sour cream to cool it off a bit. now you take a bite of all those wonderful flavors combining to form this explosion of taste....kinda like life.
your world is the shell...sometimes hard...sometimes soft....self explanitory. the meat is the basic substance that supports you...your job...your family....love...etc. the refried beans (aka friends)are the glue that help to keep life together, and they also help keep the meat of life in place....perfectly grounded to the shell. lettuce, onion, and tomato are the basic fixins...sometimes you have more of one than the other, and sometimes you eliminate one all together...they are your daily/weekly/monthly lists...sometimes they get done, sometimes they do not...but either way, life goes on. and life, or the taco, would not be complete without cheese...and lots of it! and like the shell, cheese is fairly self explanitory...cheese is the smile...ya know, like, "say cheese!"...(thats where the saying comes from). salsa is the additive that packs a little kick...pick a thrill...any thrill. and sour cream being the coolness that is just as mild in taste as it is in color...it is a filler....
now, so far, we have built a taco (life), but we have yet to dive in...so you take a bite and everything seems ok, another, and another, always being careful to get just the right mix of your favorite flavors. there are a few constants...there is always a bit of shell, meat, and beans. the others are there to keep things mixed up and fresh. BUT WAIT!....what is happening here?...some of the "toppings" are starting to fall out the ass end of life...or taco, if you will. you must take your life, turn it around and try to eat the ass end of it before it hits the floor...you followin me? once this is done you should be ok, but then it happens again...the "toppings" of life start spilling out what was once the front, but is now the ass end! so you turn life around again to keep it from spilling out all over the floor.....
you may have to turn your taco around and eat the ass end of it many times in one sitting, but just do not ever let it hit the floor....if it does, you only have five seconds to pick it up! (or ten in my house!)
6.21.2009
what it means to be a father....
being a father means that i am responsible for the future of this world,
teaching my daughter her role in the awakening.
being daddy means that i will always be regarded highly,
and i find that i must never give reason for other.
being a dad means that i must remain calm in the most tense of situations,
so that my daughter can be comfortable at those times.
being a father means that i, only now, know what it means to love,
with everything that i am, and will ever become.
it means that i am responsible for keeping her as innocent as i can,
while teaching her what strength really means.
being dad means i will never be first in my thoughts,
and will trade pride in self for pride in her.
it means that i will forever be in love,
and will always be loved back.
teaching my daughter her role in the awakening.
being daddy means that i will always be regarded highly,
and i find that i must never give reason for other.
being a dad means that i must remain calm in the most tense of situations,
so that my daughter can be comfortable at those times.
being a father means that i, only now, know what it means to love,
with everything that i am, and will ever become.
it means that i am responsible for keeping her as innocent as i can,
while teaching her what strength really means.
being dad means i will never be first in my thoughts,
and will trade pride in self for pride in her.
it means that i will forever be in love,
and will always be loved back.
6.18.2009
biggie size me!
it has been months, perhaps even a year, since i witnessed humanity at such a lesser moment of triumph. the story went like this...
i pulled up behind a car at the drive-thru at one of my all-time favorite-crappy-food places to eat...Wendy's. the protagonist and antagonist were all wrapped up, and spillin out of the body of a 70+ year old woman....confused, semi conscious, shaky, and yelling, i presume, so she could hear herself....she was 'asking' for the ''biggie size'' as my car came to a stop 21" behind her. the voice in the microphone said back, in a calm, strictly by the book, "you have to order something first, ma'am", and that is when i knew i had come across something special....perhaps even future blog-worthy! the orderer then said something that resembled, "well gal dang all i want is the biggie size!", to which the microphone said back "we only biggie size the meals and/or some of the items on the value menu....ma'am! (sarcastic ma'am!) "well just give me how much you would give to the biggie size if i ordered the fries off the value thingie, and i will give you 39 cents!!!, said the orderer. "BUT MA'AM, YOU HAVE TO ORDER! (and slightly muffled i hear, "jim, can you do this? this god damn nutbag wants to order the difference between regular size and biggie size!")
SOOOOOO, jim gets on the horn and says..."may i help you?"......and you know what?......it happend all over again......almost verbatum!
i went to mcdonalds.
i pulled up behind a car at the drive-thru at one of my all-time favorite-crappy-food places to eat...Wendy's. the protagonist and antagonist were all wrapped up, and spillin out of the body of a 70+ year old woman....confused, semi conscious, shaky, and yelling, i presume, so she could hear herself....she was 'asking' for the ''biggie size'' as my car came to a stop 21" behind her. the voice in the microphone said back, in a calm, strictly by the book, "you have to order something first, ma'am", and that is when i knew i had come across something special....perhaps even future blog-worthy! the orderer then said something that resembled, "well gal dang all i want is the biggie size!", to which the microphone said back "we only biggie size the meals and/or some of the items on the value menu....ma'am! (sarcastic ma'am!) "well just give me how much you would give to the biggie size if i ordered the fries off the value thingie, and i will give you 39 cents!!!, said the orderer. "BUT MA'AM, YOU HAVE TO ORDER! (and slightly muffled i hear, "jim, can you do this? this god damn nutbag wants to order the difference between regular size and biggie size!")
SOOOOOO, jim gets on the horn and says..."may i help you?"......and you know what?......it happend all over again......almost verbatum!
i went to mcdonalds.
6.15.2009
IF by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn after they are all gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold On";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run-
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn after they are all gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold On";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run-
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!
6.13.2009
love is a four letter word....
it is my experiences that have led me to believe that we should start categorizing the word love right along side shit, fuck, cunt, damn, and piss! we polite humans feel a tad of anxeity when we utter those words in public, and the responses we get, in the looks from bystanders, is equal in each...maybe a little harsher look when you use 'cunt'...it's a pretty bad one. i have seen people look so surprised when they hear someone say 'i love you', and i find that more than slightly troublesome.
have we, as humans, forgotten what it means? are we scared that if someone says it to us that we have some moral obligation to say it in return? is it a sign of weakness to put yourself out there, all vulnerable and open...just waiting for the receiver of such words to pounce on the opprotunity to crush us at our most open of moments? let me address all those questions...
#1- when i say 'i love you', it means that i accept who you are as an individual, i accept what 'we' are together, and i want all good things for you....it does NOT mean that i want to spend my life with you (if being said to a woman), it does not mean that i am a homosexual (if being said to a man), and it is no way, shape, or form a pick up line.....love does not lead you to bed, at least not in the beginning.
#2- if i tell you 'i love you', i, in no way, expect it in return! that, to me, is not what love is all about. love is wanting someone else to feel great about themselves...it is about recognizing a person's exceptional traits and wanting them to know that you appreciate said traits to the fullest...it does not mean that i am 'in love' with you (that is a whole different blog)!
#3- only the truly strong will tell you 'i love you' with no worries of how you will take it...no worries of how you will react...and no worries about what it does to the future. you should be free when you say it.
saying 'i love you' is not something i do for myself...it is what i do for others....
say it, mean it, and live it....
and please believe in it....
i love you.
have we, as humans, forgotten what it means? are we scared that if someone says it to us that we have some moral obligation to say it in return? is it a sign of weakness to put yourself out there, all vulnerable and open...just waiting for the receiver of such words to pounce on the opprotunity to crush us at our most open of moments? let me address all those questions...
#1- when i say 'i love you', it means that i accept who you are as an individual, i accept what 'we' are together, and i want all good things for you....it does NOT mean that i want to spend my life with you (if being said to a woman), it does not mean that i am a homosexual (if being said to a man), and it is no way, shape, or form a pick up line.....love does not lead you to bed, at least not in the beginning.
#2- if i tell you 'i love you', i, in no way, expect it in return! that, to me, is not what love is all about. love is wanting someone else to feel great about themselves...it is about recognizing a person's exceptional traits and wanting them to know that you appreciate said traits to the fullest...it does not mean that i am 'in love' with you (that is a whole different blog)!
#3- only the truly strong will tell you 'i love you' with no worries of how you will take it...no worries of how you will react...and no worries about what it does to the future. you should be free when you say it.
saying 'i love you' is not something i do for myself...it is what i do for others....
say it, mean it, and live it....
and please believe in it....
i love you.
6.12.2009
rules for 3-way calling (inspired by a pig)
Rule # 1- do NOT do it! (especially if you are high or drunk!!)
Rule #2- if you do do it (i love typing/saying do do), do it with 2 other people you love... a.k.a. cellular threesome.
Rule #3- talk in a round...start with caller #1, then #2, #3, and back to #1.
Rule #4- assign code names.
for example....caller #1- code name "what"
caller #2- code name "fuck you"
caller #3- code name "jesus christ"
Rule #5- since we can't all talk at once (i sure miss those land-lines), be patient...you can blow your proverbial wad quickly if you do not wait your turn in the threesome. (we all know how that's true!)
a sample phone conversation may go something like this...
caller (abrev. c) #1- "hey"
c #2- "hey"
c #3- "hey"
c #1- "what's up?"
c #2- "good to hear...but why are you talking about yourself?"
c #3- "what? i'm not"
c #1- "yeeessss?"
c #2- "what is going on here?"
c #3- "he's going on where?"
c #1- " no, i am 'what'."
c #2- "jesus christ!"
c #3- "what?"
c #1- "fuck you guys!"
c #2- "what? is it my turn to talk?"
c #3- "no! he is talking to me!"
c #1- "right! you guys aren't getting it...jesus christ you're stupid!"
c #2- "no, i am 'fuck you'!"
c #3- "jesus christ! this is rediculous!"
c #1- "YOU are jesus christ!"
c #2- "no i am fuck you!"
c #3- "jesus christ!!!!"
c #1- "you keep saying your own name!"
c #2- "what? no i don't!"
c #3- "fuck you!"
c #1- "no....i'm 'what'!"
c #2- "i know! why do you keep yelling? jesus christ you're an ass hole!"
c #3- "fuck you!"
c #1- "no, fuck you!"
c #2- "WHAT?!"
c #3- "goodbye."
c #1- "what was his problem?"
c #2- "his problem was what?"
c #1- "geeze, what a god complex."
c #1- "hello?"
c #1- "hello?"
Rule #2- if you do do it (i love typing/saying do do), do it with 2 other people you love... a.k.a. cellular threesome.
Rule #3- talk in a round...start with caller #1, then #2, #3, and back to #1.
Rule #4- assign code names.
for example....caller #1- code name "what"
caller #2- code name "fuck you"
caller #3- code name "jesus christ"
Rule #5- since we can't all talk at once (i sure miss those land-lines), be patient...you can blow your proverbial wad quickly if you do not wait your turn in the threesome. (we all know how that's true!)
a sample phone conversation may go something like this...
caller (abrev. c) #1- "hey"
c #2- "hey"
c #3- "hey"
c #1- "what's up?"
c #2- "good to hear...but why are you talking about yourself?"
c #3- "what? i'm not"
c #1- "yeeessss?"
c #2- "what is going on here?"
c #3- "he's going on where?"
c #1- " no, i am 'what'."
c #2- "jesus christ!"
c #3- "what?"
c #1- "fuck you guys!"
c #2- "what? is it my turn to talk?"
c #3- "no! he is talking to me!"
c #1- "right! you guys aren't getting it...jesus christ you're stupid!"
c #2- "no, i am 'fuck you'!"
c #3- "jesus christ! this is rediculous!"
c #1- "YOU are jesus christ!"
c #2- "no i am fuck you!"
c #3- "jesus christ!!!!"
c #1- "you keep saying your own name!"
c #2- "what? no i don't!"
c #3- "fuck you!"
c #1- "no....i'm 'what'!"
c #2- "i know! why do you keep yelling? jesus christ you're an ass hole!"
c #3- "fuck you!"
c #1- "no, fuck you!"
c #2- "WHAT?!"
c #3- "goodbye."
c #1- "what was his problem?"
c #2- "his problem was what?"
c #1- "geeze, what a god complex."
c #1- "hello?"
c #1- "hello?"
6.11.2009
no seriously.....
are you fuckin kidding me...or are you fuckin kidding yourself? its the age-old question of how we know eachother. or do we ever know one another? do we ever even know ourselves, or do we change second to second....never capable of truely living in the now....until we die?
OOOORRRRRR....we smile more and know that people are genuinely kind until some outside force turns them.
this blog will be filled with rants, raves, poems, thoughts, fuck you's, and fuck me's, but i will refuse to use foul language, so feel free to let that 10 yr old little boy or girl read it....hell, whats the harm? (you probably already lured them into your house with the promise of candy and turning them into a moviestar with a dirty rendition of tarzan! you sick-o)
there are going to be humorous posts, sad one's, ugly one's, and pretty one's. there will be more honesty here than you may be used to, although it may be slightly disguised to protect the guilty.
i missspell, i ramble, and i use these........................alot...............!
this is for me, not you, so if you do not like it do not worry about it...do not tell me....and do not return......we can still be cyber-friends though. i hope for everyone to be happy in this life and the next, so please do not take this TOO seriouslly, and know that it is all just gauze and ball-bearings nowadays!
i love you all......enjoy!
OOOORRRRRR....we smile more and know that people are genuinely kind until some outside force turns them.
this blog will be filled with rants, raves, poems, thoughts, fuck you's, and fuck me's, but i will refuse to use foul language, so feel free to let that 10 yr old little boy or girl read it....hell, whats the harm? (you probably already lured them into your house with the promise of candy and turning them into a moviestar with a dirty rendition of tarzan! you sick-o)
there are going to be humorous posts, sad one's, ugly one's, and pretty one's. there will be more honesty here than you may be used to, although it may be slightly disguised to protect the guilty.
i missspell, i ramble, and i use these........................alot...............!
this is for me, not you, so if you do not like it do not worry about it...do not tell me....and do not return......we can still be cyber-friends though. i hope for everyone to be happy in this life and the next, so please do not take this TOO seriouslly, and know that it is all just gauze and ball-bearings nowadays!
i love you all......enjoy!
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