Writing is true freedom. Art. Few things allow the creator to express and explore as authoring does.
The red bird ate a piano named Wally.
I bet you never heard that before. I sure hope not anyway. Sure, someone has said and wrote those words but probably never in that order. A sentence is in essence literary DNA, the organic substance that creates endless sequences of genetic information using specific combinations of adenine, thymine, guanine and cytosine- only 4 amino acids. If it takes only four things to make you who you are in contrast to me, imagine the possibilities of authors who get to play almighty creator with 26 letters, creating countless words and even more change in order. These literary Gods make us laugh, cry, sleep, think and sweat by their creations which transform into living breathing pictures and situations in our minds.
My words have the breath of life typed into them as they transform from randomness into sentence form.
No one has ever wrote that before. Maybe someone thought like that, but they never wrote it and certainly not just as I did.
Good Talk
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Relax!
Today while watching my daughter do handsprings and cartwheels at her gymnastics class, I got a text from her mother, my ex-wife, inquiring if she could see her later on. I had already planned a full day of gymnastics, shopping and ultimately the San Antonio BBQ Contest that was held at SeaWorld… not a bad daddy-daughter date. As I read the text, I found myself getting mad at her inquiry- the audacity of a mother wanting to see her child whom she loves! Many thoughts angrily, selfishly ran through my mind:
We didn’t plan this and this is MY day,
MY girl will be upset when her mother has to leave.
She’s trying to interfere with MY right as the primary parent.
At that moment of frustration, I looked out at my daughter through the glass. She spotted me observing her doing a somersault, smiled ear-to-ear and waved at me with a look of love that only the heart of an innocent, pure four-year-old could possess. At that moment I realized that even though I don’t always want to be around her mother, that had nothing to do with what my little girl might enjoy. I was taking myself too seriously. What I wanted and decided on the situation could possibly be the difference between our daughter having a good time or a great time.
So often we do things based on OUR desires with no regard for the impact it will have on those we love or even possibly the stranger in the car next to us. Sometimes we need to use the other part of our brains to step back and observe the situation and ourselves as if through glass just as I watched my daughter in gymnastics today. Ask yourself:
Am I being an prick?
Do I deserve to do whatever I want with no regard for it's impact on others?
Will I TRULY benefit from my selfishness?
Brace yourselves folks, because I’m going to tell you something that your parents, wife, kids, minister, uncles, aunts, grandparents, friends, creepy guy down the hall, co-worker with halitosis, barber, delicatessen, tailor, and even the guy who sold you weed in the 11th grade will never tell you:
YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL! From an existential perspective, you are nothing but water, chemicals and a soul and all but the last part won’t even exist in 100 years from now. From a universal standing, we're nothing but a cluster of atoms just like everything else in existence. This puts you literally equal to dogpoo.
Bad news: If Homer, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, or Paul didn’t write about you, you’re done!
The good news: If Homer, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, or Paul didn’t write about you and no one takes you seriously, then why should you? Relax!
I got over myself and ended up deciding to share my afternoon with my ex-wife for the sake of our daughter and her happiness. As a result, our daughter was all smiles as the three of us walked, talked, laughed, ate great BBQ and even got to tour part of SeaWorld and feed the dolphins and watch the sharks! Guess what? I LET MYSELF HAVE FUN!
By making the decision to let go, not be a martyr and cast my cares into the smoky air of the festival, I actually became special to somebody after all- My daughter.
Good Talk.
We didn’t plan this and this is MY day,
MY girl will be upset when her mother has to leave.
She’s trying to interfere with MY right as the primary parent.
At that moment of frustration, I looked out at my daughter through the glass. She spotted me observing her doing a somersault, smiled ear-to-ear and waved at me with a look of love that only the heart of an innocent, pure four-year-old could possess. At that moment I realized that even though I don’t always want to be around her mother, that had nothing to do with what my little girl might enjoy. I was taking myself too seriously. What I wanted and decided on the situation could possibly be the difference between our daughter having a good time or a great time.
So often we do things based on OUR desires with no regard for the impact it will have on those we love or even possibly the stranger in the car next to us. Sometimes we need to use the other part of our brains to step back and observe the situation and ourselves as if through glass just as I watched my daughter in gymnastics today. Ask yourself:
Am I being an prick?
Do I deserve to do whatever I want with no regard for it's impact on others?
Will I TRULY benefit from my selfishness?
Brace yourselves folks, because I’m going to tell you something that your parents, wife, kids, minister, uncles, aunts, grandparents, friends, creepy guy down the hall, co-worker with halitosis, barber, delicatessen, tailor, and even the guy who sold you weed in the 11th grade will never tell you:
YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL! From an existential perspective, you are nothing but water, chemicals and a soul and all but the last part won’t even exist in 100 years from now. From a universal standing, we're nothing but a cluster of atoms just like everything else in existence. This puts you literally equal to dogpoo.
Bad news: If Homer, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, or Paul didn’t write about you, you’re done!
The good news: If Homer, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, or Paul didn’t write about you and no one takes you seriously, then why should you? Relax!
I got over myself and ended up deciding to share my afternoon with my ex-wife for the sake of our daughter and her happiness. As a result, our daughter was all smiles as the three of us walked, talked, laughed, ate great BBQ and even got to tour part of SeaWorld and feed the dolphins and watch the sharks! Guess what? I LET MYSELF HAVE FUN!
By making the decision to let go, not be a martyr and cast my cares into the smoky air of the festival, I actually became special to somebody after all- My daughter.
Good Talk.
Friday, January 29, 2010
STOP! You're Turning Your Kids Into Pussies!
Parents: STOP OVER-PROTECTING YOUR KIDS!
They’re built tough like Buddy Lee or Ford F-150 pick-ups. Take it from a grown-up kid who fell off more bikes, out of more trees, burned his hands on more stoves, had golf clubs, baseball bats and unprotected kitchen counter corners violently introduced to his noggin on more occasions than you could imagine. Stitches- Check! Bandages- Check! Casts- Check! Reality- Check!
Down with helmets, elbow and kneepads, rappelling harnesses for climbing ten-foot trees. Cut the umbilical cord, parents. You’re not protecting your kids, you’re wrongfully equipping them with unrealistic expectations of a ruthless and harsh reality to where all the Prozac and Xanax won’t soften their falls when they get shook from the tree of life later on down the road.
Without getting into a debate on the truisms of Darwinist group-think, i.e. ‘survival of the fittest’, it goes without saying that perhaps all of the bumps and scrapes that we ran home to mommy crying about prepared us for the disappointments of later-year injuries. How many of us, were we to have been born 100 years ago, would be dead due to things so minor as a cold, the flu or an ear infection?
Want to know grit? One case in point was Thomas Edison; he was hard of hearing. This was a result of an ear infection that he "suffered" in his childhood. Was he afflicted with “melancholia” as depression was referred to in those days? No, he invented a fucking light bulb. He actually said that it (hearing impairment) worked to his advantage because it allowed him to better focus on his work. In 1927, Edison spoke to a group of 300 other fellow hearing-impaired individuals. He was quoted as saying “Deaf people should take to reading. It beats the babble of ordinary conversation”.
I’ve had my share of adult bumps and bruises- divorce, financial hardships, political bullshit in the workplace, car accidents, theft, etc. and not without some pain to go along with it. I believe that the will of God never takes anyone where the grace of God won't be there to protect them. I smile today because I am fit, happy, and have my OWN MIND with the freedom to THINK FOR MYSELF and that bike ride I had planned (true story) can be replaced with something else since it’s raining outside. This is real life, folks! All of the helmets and elbow pads wont save your kids when they fall off the corporate ladder.
Good Talk!
They’re built tough like Buddy Lee or Ford F-150 pick-ups. Take it from a grown-up kid who fell off more bikes, out of more trees, burned his hands on more stoves, had golf clubs, baseball bats and unprotected kitchen counter corners violently introduced to his noggin on more occasions than you could imagine. Stitches- Check! Bandages- Check! Casts- Check! Reality- Check!
Down with helmets, elbow and kneepads, rappelling harnesses for climbing ten-foot trees. Cut the umbilical cord, parents. You’re not protecting your kids, you’re wrongfully equipping them with unrealistic expectations of a ruthless and harsh reality to where all the Prozac and Xanax won’t soften their falls when they get shook from the tree of life later on down the road.
Without getting into a debate on the truisms of Darwinist group-think, i.e. ‘survival of the fittest’, it goes without saying that perhaps all of the bumps and scrapes that we ran home to mommy crying about prepared us for the disappointments of later-year injuries. How many of us, were we to have been born 100 years ago, would be dead due to things so minor as a cold, the flu or an ear infection?
Want to know grit? One case in point was Thomas Edison; he was hard of hearing. This was a result of an ear infection that he "suffered" in his childhood. Was he afflicted with “melancholia” as depression was referred to in those days? No, he invented a fucking light bulb. He actually said that it (hearing impairment) worked to his advantage because it allowed him to better focus on his work. In 1927, Edison spoke to a group of 300 other fellow hearing-impaired individuals. He was quoted as saying “Deaf people should take to reading. It beats the babble of ordinary conversation”.
I’ve had my share of adult bumps and bruises- divorce, financial hardships, political bullshit in the workplace, car accidents, theft, etc. and not without some pain to go along with it. I believe that the will of God never takes anyone where the grace of God won't be there to protect them. I smile today because I am fit, happy, and have my OWN MIND with the freedom to THINK FOR MYSELF and that bike ride I had planned (true story) can be replaced with something else since it’s raining outside. This is real life, folks! All of the helmets and elbow pads wont save your kids when they fall off the corporate ladder.
Good Talk!
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