Good lord, man. Earthquakes and tsunamis in Japan, the U.S. just launched an attack on Libya (while we're still in Afghanistan), The Jasmine Revolution in Egypt and new ones in Tunisia and one in China. What the hell is the world coming to? A long time ago, I plagiarized the question "Is life all war with periods of peace, or all peace with periods of war?" It appears to be one of those things that are pointless to ask for an answer, but rather an existentialist inquiry to inspire people to push life towards one side or the other. At any rate, it's been a while since I've come here, and my life is a bit too stressful to cover any one of those subjects in full detail for individual blog posts of their own, so, I'd like to task myself with a Plinky e-mail for blog updating purposes.
I choose one of the e-mails of random questions they send me, pick three random numbers (ranging from 1-6, usually) and try to answer one of those corresponding numbered questions. Answers are not always guaranteed, since no human person has a valid answer for everything. Here we go:
Posed on Tuesday, March 1st, 2011
Is chivalry dead?
Hmmm.........I guess, in some ways. I certainly won't say I was a fan of it. The idea of me having pre-written behaviors for my relations to the other sex is a pile of garbage, if, by "chivalry", we mean the whole make sure you hold the doors open for women and put your jacket in the puddle so they could step on it and taking more than the actually-needed chunks out of my life and mental energy to remember what should be said to a woman, and what kind of gifts to buy a woman, and the specific things done to honor their beauty and all that other rubbish.
These are things that should be done for everyone! Or I should say, if there are to be codes of conduct, they should point to the way of behavior towards human beings as a rational and loving people. And they should be done because they're heartfelt, not because they're obligatory to me as a man. There's more to say in order to clarify, but I'm a bit tired now. A future edit will come.
Posed on Sunday, February 27th, 2011
Describe your most embarrassing foot-in-mouth moment.
Off the top of my head, I don't remember one, although I'm sure one exists. In today's political climate, inappropriate comments do more good for society than proper ones (based on the individual's definition of proper, I guess). I usually associate what is and what is not proper to say with patriotism. So, perhaps the right-winged pundits deem it inappropriate to speak badly about your country. And consequentially this issue goes into the realm of lies and truth (only speak about the good things your country does, or about your country doing "good things", or go somewhere else). Of course, no true intellectual deems this kind of semantic trichotomy worth its salt, and so, an almost fervent rebellious religion of speaking out loudly against the country develops, in order to preserve the truth and an enlightened republic, instead of drinking the ridiculous conservative Kool-Aid and spouting "Our Country is the Best Country" all over the place for no reason other than pride and simple-mindedness.
But I digress.........I don't remember my most embarrassing foot-in-mouth moment, although I'm sure some would say it's my answer to the first question on this post. Or perhaps this answer.
Posed on Saturday, February 26th, 2011
What unusual food combination is surprisingly tasty?
What comes to mind upon reading this question is my friend Kevin, who, years ago, used to eat sandwiches composed of peanut better, jelly, and nacho-flavored DoritosTM. This was a most curious delicacy, but I've never worked up the testicular fortitude to try such a thing. Another dish that comes to mind is my ex's ex-best-friend's boyfriend, who used to eat chicken alfredo with ketchup. Now this was a terrible sight.
As for me, I'd probably have to say that chopped hot dogs in tomato sauce with rice is probably the tastiest unorthodox combination on my palate.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I was going to some sort of corporate office to use their shower, which was right in someone's cubicle.
Some guy, a manager of some sort, asked me how the hell I managed to get in the building. I didn't know, so I left for the final time (it felt like using their shower was something I did on the regular basis)
Downstairs, it was a sunny day out with rich, blue skies and the whiteness of delineated clouds reflecting off the columns and rows of windows on the corporate building (many images of which can be seen here). Groups of people in business suits were going in and out of glass revolving doors to the lobby. Typical corporate machine imagery.
I start talking to some window washer, an older black guy, and he's telling me that if we board his elevating platform, we could wash the windows way up where the building meets the sky. I was not going for this, so I began to walk away.
The point-of-view in the dream began to move away, and suddenly I was a character in a video game, shooting a two-armed cannon at a creature of some sort. I had teammates. Then, I took off a virtual reality helmet in which that was playing out, and I was actually in an office that took up an entire building floor (I knew this but didn’t see it). Others were next to me and took off their helmets as well. I began to be yelled at by my supervisor for trying to work more hours than I was scheduled. So, I went to my supervisor’s room to start packing up to go home, and she asked me why I was leaving since it wasn’t time yet. Back in the room with the helmets, my co-worker, an older Asian guy, asked me what I wanted to do to pass the time. I suggested we go back in the video game. So we both put the helmets back on, and then I woke up.