December 9, 2013
Something happened sometime somewhere in some galaxy really close to home.
News stopped being about news. News started being about the “Personality” reporting the news.
I do not know when this happened. I just know it did. And that something about this is not right.
I find myself saying things like “Someone should remind Fox News that the Pope doesn’t answer to ratings reviews, voters, Rupert Murdoch, shareholders, or the Republican Party. The Pope answers to God.”
It’s true. But still. I wonder when it became more important “Fox News” was reporting than what Fox News or its “personalities” were reporting.
All the articles I am reading online too are not just saying “Fox News.” They’re naming the people saying what they are saying. [Which I am not going to do here because the whole point here is, the reporter shouldn’t be more important than the story.
That doesn’t just go for Fox either. If I say “Rachel Maddow," it’s not about what she’s saying. It’s about the fact “Rachel Maddow” said it.
[Oh well fuck me, there we go with a name, I was trying not to do that. Sigh.]
These are allegedly “reporters.” What is supposed to be important about what they say is, “THIS IS NEWS.”
But it isn’t. These days, what appears to be important is who said it.
December 7, 2013
People continually post these posts about the only thing you regret on your deathbed being what you did not do. As in, you should have done a lot of stupid shit and taken a bunch of risks that, I dunno, could have gotten you eaten by a bear or impregnated by a stripper or dead leaping out of a plane.
I think those people are full of shit.
*Side note: I have never been eaten by a bear or impregnated by a stripper or killed leaping out of a plane. Those are examples, people.
Most of the things I regret in my life are things I did that were unwise or in some way cost or injured me. And okay, I’m not on my deathbed.
I have been, though, more than once, in ER rooms where people told me I was dying. Which makes you think.
The few times hospital personnel were telling me I was dying, my only concern was, God damn it, someone call someone to take care of the dogs.
At one point in an ER room the only way to impact upon people how important that was to me was to rip out an IV drip.
[Ripping out an IV hurts do not try that at home. But people sit up when you do it.]
When you do that, tear out an IV? People either put you in a psych ward or call the number you have been telling them to call for the last five hours so you will let them put the IV back — however they can since you just screwed a good IV line they were counting on for the helicopter ride.
*Sidenote: I was lucky, they called the number instead of throwing me in a psych ward. Yay me. Of course they also didn’t want a wrongful death suit for not getting me on the helicopter, you take the power where you can get it. Still yay me dammit.
One time in a philosophy class my assignment was to write a note to “someone” based on the idea I was dying and these were my last words to anyone in the world.
Everyone else in that class started writing and didn’t stop till the bell rang — an hour and a half later.
My note was two sentences. “I love you. Take care of the dogs.”
The man I loved then is gone.
The dogs I loved then are gone.
Probably now I’d just write, “So long and thanks for all the fish.”
There are things you do not do in this life because of a sense of overbearing caution or fear. Sometimes that overbearing caution or fear is justified. Like, you know, don’t shake hands with the Grizzly. He is not a cartoon. He will rip your arm off, watch you bleed out, and then floss his teeth with your tendons while he eats your liver.
But that is a bit extreme.
Sometimes you do not do something because you are living in a brain box of your own making that is cauterizing your life and cutting you off from any opportunity.
And sometimes it is maybe hard to tell the difference.
I think maybe that is who that statement, “You’ll regret what you did not do more than what you did do,” is meant for.
Other times, you don’t do things — because of a code of honor.
Codes of honor can be real simple, like, Don’t wear pearlescent lipstick to Academy Awards Ceremonies. [That shit just doesn't photograph well.]
Or, don’t screw your best friend’s boyfriend.
You pick your code of honor and stick with it. And some codes of honor are more universal than others.
*Sidenote: I have worn pearlescent lipstick to an Academy function, don’t do that, that shit does not photograph well;
I have never screwed a best friend’s boyfriend, but someone did it to me and we never came back from that.
I am maybe aberrant. Maybe I just do things other people do not, like leap just to see, when saner people do not? And then limp back with bruises and reports saying, Wow, THAT HURT.
It does hurt, when you dive just to see if there are rocks under that water.
December 7, 2013
December 6, 2013
This comparison between auto insurance and health insurance.
The comparison of auto insurance to health insurance is ridiculous.
You have a choice to purchase a car or not purchase a car. A car is a material possession. One you cannot even legally operate until you reach a designated age close to reaching legal maturity.
Likewise, with homeowner’s insurance, you have a choice, purchase a house or not. And this usually only happens after achieving adulthood.
Birth is not a choice.
You are born into this world alive, an infant, incapable of refusing life and/or purchasing insurance for what is not, in the first place, a material possession.
Life is not a material possession. Life is a state of being. And you enter it without benefit of a choice in the matter, any choice in your health upon arrival, or the ability or wherewithal to insure either.
Stop equating life with auto ownership. It is a ridiculous comparison.
December 5, 2013
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December 2, 2013
December 2, 2013
This is so cool and hilarious.
“Joshie” is a toy giraffe a little kid left at a Ritz-Carlton in Florida.
Joshie is also the kid’s favorite toy.
So Dad calls the Ritz-Carlton, pretty sure this is going to go very wrong —
But it doesn’t.
Joshie is fine AND the Ritz-Carlton peeps cover for Dad’s story Joshie is “taking a second vacation” by creating a photo album of Joshie’s second vacation and sending it back with Joshie when they send Joshie home.
This is one of the photos:
:::CLICK HERE::: to see the rest of Joshie’s epic vacation album.
December 1, 2013
So the Banksy goal became, for completely arbitrary reasons, get every state in the Stripes before Christmas.
We are almost there too, much to my surprise. There are only 3 states to go. North Dakota. Wisconsin. And Delaware.
Check it out:
And we have 25 days to go. It could happen.
There’s a :::bigger map::: too that includes the global map and we have hit all over there too, France, England, Greece, Poland, Germany, Scotland, Belgium, hell I think we have more countries than Hitler — but that does not sound very politic to say and also, well go look at the map.
Meanwhile, there is some weirdness with Banksy. Like people who say they are going to get a “state” then show up with, Oh you got that state already.
It’s not about one person getting one state. It’s about a lot of people getting a lot of cities, and a lot of countries. In multiple spots.
Have you learned nothing from Guerrilla Meeting Tactics?
Apparently not. Oh well.
But hey, we Banksied the hell out of the Stripes — and the world, yay!
And we are not done yet.
We have 25 days to go.
TNSSG | GOING BANKSY http://ow.ly/rkuwn
December 1, 2013
For ONE HUNDRED YEARS —
This guy has been pulling on his tatty little red outfit and showing up to spread joy and commerce and what did you leave him last year?
Cookies right? Maybe some milk?
This year leave cash.
And maybe a nice Men’s Warehouse gift certificate.
And whiskey. God dammit, he deserves whiskey!