Chilled energy fixes me incomplete; writhing without sleep, I live an unfinished lie.
Chilled energy fixes me incomplete; writhing without sleep, I live an unfinished lie. Here my thoughts and holes. Fill them in, please. I can't finish on my own.|
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|I found that statistic from USA Today (2010) and it noted that since 2007, there has been an 11% increase in sanitary practices in MEN vs. a 6% increase in WOMEN. Classic cancer therapies (chemo, radiation) haven't come close to that kind of success rate over diet modification. So, maybe, just maybe, this social stereotype is causing u-stress in the male population (yes, stress that some people have trouble with and take expensive drugs for) that has made us a cleaner peoples. Most importantly, whatever factors are at work, are working to our advantage. So please don't be so naive to link judgements like that. Our being dirtier on average doesn't deem men inferior in general, just in that one realm. Honestly, the statistic makes sense considering the decades..wait, no centuries of oppression and household slavery women have had the great fortune to be privy to. Comments like these could be the socio-motive force we need for change. Probably are. Humor is a powerful ally to truth.
Also, men are less 'precious' than women for a number of reasons. We are more likely to develop sex-linked diseases (which is a good thing, because lineage problems can be quickly determined in the male population if on the Y chromosome). There's also no need for men to be abundant (takes far fewer males to sustain a population). We are more apt to fight and worse at complex negotiations (look at Teddy Roosevelt - see 'the Imperial Cruise'; we'd all be better if they'd just sent Alice).
Then there's the big one. If I'm cleaner than you, I'm a better man. That makes me feel good. Gets me the hotties. I'm in. Throw me more bones, funny, painful, so that I can beat better habit into my body, become the better man, and be more likely to land the better woman...women...if only there were fewer men.
|--><If life had a "redo" or "rewind" button would you use it? If so, what situation comes to mind? If not, why?
I would, if I could bring what I needed. I think, even if I could go back, I’d need more than Me to push. There are times I look back on that give me a little shame. My shame has reason, though. Has to. Maybe that reason is to make sure I don’t bite it when I really need to stand. I might have had some of the greatest experiences of my life if I had done more, pushed harder, or a different way. But, I wouldn’t ever have known, got no way to tell myself how to learn those lessons without regret. I’d use it. Smash the crap out of that button if someone would come back; someone that could’ve made me be Him. Be my best.
…Of course, I ever lay my hands on you, mightn’t not need to go back in the first place.
I grew up with Disney movies, and ‘Tales From The Crypt’, ‘Twilight Zone’. The first made the most impression; biggest of all: ‘The Lion King’. So much of what I consider to be the makings of an honorable man came from Simba. His Dad was mine. I felt that raw spirit watching over me, telling me to be everything I can for everyone I care about, that cares about me. ‘The Lion King’ taught me how comedy can turn my intolerance into humor and acceptance. It taught me that trust is a constant thing hinging on how much I would sacrifice for the person, not how much they’ve done for me. I saw wonder in the trees, freedom hardly found in cities. I believed in a world of laughter and irresponsible joy; safe if watched by good lords – all of us with the power to see and hear the shift in the winds. I really liked those characters.
|Number One: Be whipped by caring parent 3-5 times -single strike is all that's necessary- for bad language and poor behavior (I mean the really out of control stuff and four letter words before 13 barring extraneous circumstances)
Number Two: Camping, catching, foraging in the wilderness. Sorry city kids, you were wronged and have a terribly warped perspective on sustainable lifestyles. You'll also die sooner of terrible diseases.
Number Three: Gifted Schooling. Every kid needs a professional mentor in something they love.
Number Four: A flourishing garden. If you, as a parent, can not give your child that experience, you need to find someone who can. Being connected to one's sustenance and understanding the difference in quality as consequence of earth and processing is incredibly important.
Number Five: Books. The old kind that are hard to write. Facebook news is not an acceptable alternative to various, multi-perspective (many authors, many volumes) non-fiction, fantastical fiction, science fiction, historical fiction, and more. Movies are no substitute for the world of one's own imagination. Reading also encourages critical thinking development.
I will work very hard to inundate my children with these. Structure, natural beauty, gifted mentors, and the wealth of imagination and knowledge culminating in our great works of art. Museums fall into Gifted Schooling. So do art galleries and large villas.
|Me. A version of me, anyway, that doesn't exist outside with others. I go home to be myself. Isn't that strange? I find people to be someone else. I guess, I'm alright getting to know the depth my my plasticity, how elastic my thoughts and beliefs may be. There are things, challenges and goals, that aren't important outside. Here, at home, they have a different kind of interjecting importance. Priorities shift differently at home - little things get bumped up the queue, and I like that attentiveness, as well as the pleasure such attention brings.
|What do I obsess about? Why? Women. Why women? Why not?
It's a problem of self work, I suppose. Can I entertain them? Am I good enough? I'm at once the person friendly and brave, if only plutonic. Sex, though, and the idea of enduring responsibility, of them enduring me, puts me off my game. I can't approach, can't smooth out a road to 'close.'
It's not the biggest problem to have in the world. I guess, my other obsessions are the roots of telomers and delivery of cleaned pluripotent cells safely riding next to a zymogen -- an inactive aptotic agent that will force death of the old cell.
|Why be social at all? I've grappled with this on and off throughout my life. At times, I do wish for unknowable power to overcome every unseen obstacle. But, I think there's a reason we weren't blessed so individually. It's the emergent qualities of our species, of all life on earth, that make the truly magnificent. Imagine the one immortal, immortalized in an everlasting trap. What a waste of life it would be to generate something so fleeting. What if you found a structure that led to the chaotic brilliance you never knew you hoped to see? I'd invest. And invested in thee: The Blogging Circle of Friends.
Angels. Angels will be the death of me.
|I'd like to think I had a favorite.
That I'm that kind of person that would know
when I like best; and why that time's great.
I'd like to think of my passion.
Though nothing to my knowledge
is o much stronger in the Spring,
so much weaker in the Summer.
ever cooled without recompense.
But, I'd be lying, I'm sure.
I'd be forgetting something great that
happened to me then, when I didn't think
it was my favorite.
I'd be doing a disservice to the Seasons
to have a favorite.
I cycle. My favorite is now, a part of the coming Spring, and will be now, falling into Summer's Winter age.
|PROMPT: If marijuana were legal, what do you think would be the biggest resulting problem or the biggest benefit?
Social ineptitude and less learning in undergraduate settings. Marijuana's primary detriment is its realignment of dopamine responsiveness to the surrounding. You don't sweat the little things - which is great if you have PTSD. However, when a large portion of youth no longer respond to the U-Stress that fosters success, you end up with a lot of underachievers, and not by their own fault necessarily. Inevitably, regulated similar to alcohol, I think we'd be just fine. It's less addictive than a cigarette, has far more uses than the poppy, and generates quite a lot of money for those counties able to tax the trade.
|Title: A Soft Way Forward
can not exist.
is without will.
To fight for justice,
is to fight for oneself,
is to fight for
So, fight for tomorrow. Never today. And never yesterday.
Today is to live,
to love, and lose, and be alone, and be together.
Because, the big picture
because you asked.
Because, the big tides
whether you asked.
make a soft way forward
and build the bigger picture.