Thursday, September 15, 2005

Dreamworld

Dreamworld

A place where you are the king

Dreamworld

A place where you know everyone's secrets and no one knows yours

Dreamworld

A place where you can fortell the future by manipulating the past

Dreamworld

A place where you are always right

Dreamworld

A nice place to visit...but living there makes you a liar.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The White-Collar Blues

Bordom upon bordom.
Monotony upon monotony.

How did I ever do this day in and day out?
Alright, so maybe it's a little different, but my God!
Humans can't have been made to spend so many hours of mindless tedium on things that, in the grand scheme of things, are so completely worthless.
So many have been convinced to lead such a mind-numbingly dull existence.
To spend their days, their time, and consequently, their lives on such pointless tasks that, when retiring at 65, all there is to show for it is some carpal tunnel syndrome, an inflated behind from all the years of sitting on their ass in an ergonomically correct chair, and maybe an ulcer.

Corporations have grown so large that, while humans are still technically necessary to preform the day to day functions, the individual is such a small cog in the vast machine that it is impossible to feel any connection to any part that is actually making a difference in........well, anything.

I think that it's important for us as human beings to be able to understand that we matter, and why. We have to know that what we are doing with our time can in some way make an impact on either the world around us or the world as a whole.
Otherwise we shrivel up into hard little balls of people with barely a soul left.

I think that's a specific difference between stereotypical white-collar jobs and blue-collar jobs.
As a construction worker, you work for 8 hours and there is now a wall where there wasn't one before you started working.
If you're a plumber, when you've finished a job, there is a toilet that flushes now that didn't before you got there.
It's not even about having instant gratification, it's simply that there is a very distinct difference in the world that you are directly responsible for.

In contrast, I, for the last 3 days, have stuffed envelopes for 6 1/2 hours each day. And while I'm sure that it's important information that is being sent out, I am such a small part of the overall process that I have no ability to feel any sense of real accomplishment. I simply have to be content with assuming that somebody had a some great idea and now I'm helping get that information out to somebody else, and be grateful that one of those somebodies wanted to send out enough of that stuff that they had to bring in someone like me and now I get some extra money.

Wow, I'm not even sure if any of that made much sense at all, but I guess it's been a while since I had a good rant about something random.
Afterall, that's what having your own blog is all about, right?.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Movin' On...

One step at a time.

Maybe my heart is ahead of my head.

I know I’m better off, I'm just to stubborn to admit it.

I deserve better….but more importantly, I have to grow to know myself, my thoughts and my desires better to then learn to understand what I deserve.

As I was told tonight by a stranger, I am sexy and intelligent and mature, just maybe a little shell-shocked. I will find my way, and I have to find it alone.

Acts of God or Sins of Humanity? by Wes Granberg-Michaelson in Sojourner Magazine

"From a vacation cottage Karin and I watched on TV as the desolation unfolded in New Orleans and the Gulf coast. Through that agonizing week we sat helpless with millions, while the world's most technologically powerful nation could not provide food, water, and rescue to fellow citizens whose desperate faces filled our screen and haunted our consciences.

Commentators described Hurricane Katrina as a "natural disaster," or at times as an "act of God," like language used in some insurance policies describing events beyond human control. It means no one is liable. Except, of course, God. And that's what troubles me. How can a God of love, Creator of all that is, be responsible for such terrible, destructive disasters?

But as I listened, reflected, and prayed during that week, another question emerged. Just how "natural" was this disaster? Consider this, for instance. When Katrina left the Florida coast, it was classified as a "tropical storm" - not even a hurricane. It picked up tremendous power as it passed through the Gulf of Mexico, in part, experts think, because the waters of the Gulf were two degrees warmer than normal. So by the time it reached New Orleans, it was a category four hurricane.

Years before becoming general secretary of the Reformed Church in America, I led a group studying global warming and the responsibility of the churches for preserving the environment when I served as director of Church and Society for the World Council of Churches. Even then (1990), a clear global scientific consensus warned that global warming due to human causes - especially the accelerated use of fossil fuels - was causing disruptive climate changes. And I clearly remember listening to scientists say that one effect could be that storms such as hurricanes would increase in their intensity and destructive effects because of warmer waters and changing sea levels. So a part of Katrina's fury was not completely "natural."

And there's more. New Orleans was built between the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico, with much of the city below sea level. Its vulnerability to flooding from hurricanes was partly protected by the wetlands between the city and the Gulf. These act like a "speed bump," absorbing and lowering some of a hurricane's force. But they've been disappearing, making way for shopping malls, condos, and roads, so 25 square miles are lost each year - an area the size of Manhattan. And the city has kept moving closer to the Gulf.

Moreover, the levees and dams constructed to protect the city and "control" the Mississippi deprive the wetlands from the sediments and nutrients that naturally would replenish its life. There's a lot "unnatural" about this "act of God."

And then, consider the victims. Those who have suffered the most are the poorest, and most of them are black. Twenty-seven percent of New Orleans residents lived below the poverty line, and many of those simply had no cars, or no money, and no way to leave. That also isn't "natural." The poverty rate, and the gap between rich and poor, continues to increase in this nation, and that is a national disgrace. More to our point, that's a sin, condemned by literally hundreds of verses of scripture. Those most vulnerable to Katrina have been kept on society's margins by persistent economic injustice and racism.

I celebrate the tides of compassion flowing in the wake of Katrina. Organizations such as Church World Service and the Salvation Army bear the compassion of Christ to the desolate, homeless, and hopeless. And I still don't fully understand why, in the providence of a loving and all-powerful God of creation, things like hurricanes and earthquakes happen.

But I do know this. When I see the devastating effects of Katrina, I don't simply regard these as an inexplicable "act of God." I also focus on the sins of humanity. We've disobeyed God's clear biblical instructions to preserve the integrity of God's good creation, and to overcome the scourge of poverty. In the aftermath of Katrina, we desperately need not only compassion, but also repentance."

Wes Granberg-Michaelson is general secretary of the Reformed Church in America. Reprinted from the Church Herald, October 2005. (c) 2005 by the Church Herald, Inc. Used with permission. Another version of this article will appear in the print version of the October 2005 Church Herald and on the Church Herald Web site herald.rca.org.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

BULLSHIT!

bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit...........

Monday, September 05, 2005

It's about time

So today I logged onto My Space (yes, in all it's retarded-ness), and instead of it immediately taking me to my home page, it first pulled up the front page of a site specifically set up to co-ordinate housing for the hurricane victims. It seems very well organized and is set up very well. I'm so glad someone has finally put something like this together (it's a project of MoveOn.org). I so wish I had a place of my own to offer, but the site also has various links and info on other ways to help. Anyways, I strongly urge you all to check it out.
http://www.hurricanehousing.org/

Animal, vegetable or mineral?

At what point do we reach the bottom of our humanity?
The point where there is nothing left and we are reduced to animals left with nothing more than the instict to survive?
Why does tragedy bring out the best in some and the worst in others?
On one hand I wish I could begin to comprehend that state...the base level of existence that shows who we really are and what we are truly made of.
But on the other, I cry and pray that I am never forced to find out.
America...we are finally being brought to our knees.
We are beginning to be hit in our soft, pudgy middles and are finding that we are not in the shape that we thought we were.
We pound our fists on some paraphrase of the Constitution and rail on and on about our "God-given rights" to drive that gas-guzzling SUV with the V-8 engine if we damn well please, but are suddenly thinking that a Prius doesn't sound so bad once we realize that it takes half a week's paycheck just to make it to work and back.
The basic "hardships" that others around the world have lived with for years, we have no compartment for.
And yet we all have an opinion to state or a judgement to make.
Yes, maybe they were warned....logistically, spiritually and every other way.
Maybe this is the wrath of God on a sinful city, or maybe there was faulty planning in construction of the city or maybe it was just a big fucking hurricane that no one could have done a damn thing about.
And maybe the rescue efforts have not been as extensive because of the race and social class of the people needing the most help or maybe the activists making those accusations wouldn't care as much if it was a bunch of rich, white people in Florida who were the ones not getting the help that they needed or maybe everyone who is not being directly affected just wants to get their two cents in because it makes them feel like a more worthwhile human being.
But regardless of any of that, the point is....people need help.
Babies are crying, the sick are dying and people are lying in unimaginable filth.
Talking and complaining about why things now are the way that they are, is not getting these people their lives back any sooner.
God, help us suck it up. Make us stronger and wiser. Change our hearts and our minds.
Give us compassion and empathy without the arrogance that we have any comprehension what these people are actually going through.
Turn our eyes, our thoughts and our actions away from our own selfish needs and desires, and draw them to You and those in need around us.
If we are finally being forced to our knees, help us to at least make good use of our time there.