La Lune Trop Pale
It is a lonly feeling not having anywhere to go on New Year's Eve. I mean, we have had a party here for the past few years and I have been able to have some people over. But now it comes to my senior year. and really Iguess it shouldn't matter very much, I mean it is just like any other night isn't it. With a shit load of fireworks and a bunch of drunk people stumbling around making resolutions they won't fill. But somehow it matters. Somehow this night, I want to be with people I care about, people I love, people I am going to live my life with around me. Somehow, I am not able to do that. There are so many people that I want to spend time with this year because I am not going to see them anymore at UofM. I am suprised how few people are going to UofM. I'm sure I'll make friends, but nobody can replace some of the amazing friends I have now.
I guess I will just count last night as my New Year's Eve. I had my people over last night, but it's not the same. Don't get me wrong last night is one of the best times I have had in a while sharing laughs with some great guys, but certain people make or break a night and tonight just won't be made I guess. No amount of fireworks is going to lighten up my mood I suppose. Writing about it probably doesn't help either.
Just the fact that I wasn't invited anywhere, and everyone that I call to try and come and watch a movie or two with me and like one other person is in the most unlikely of places, or having a murder mystery party.
You win some you lose some I suppose. I just didn't think I would lose tonight.
Happy Fucking New Year
caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases
And you called it news
I came upon an article written for CNN titled "Report: TV ads strongly influence kids' diet" on December 6, 2005. Among other things, this article stated the kind of influence that TV and movie characters such as 'Spongebob Squarepants' and 'Shrek' have on te nutrition decisions of children under 12. This report didn't come as a suprise to me, it seems to be all that is on TV these days, ofcourse besides despondant habitat bound matrons. Although this report was intriguing, it had not fufilled my hunger for child fattening TV related associations, if you don't mind my insinuation.
After a little searching, I stumbled upon another article, this time from the Times paper in the UK titled: CHILDREN’S JUNK FOOD ADVERTS FACE TV BAN" .I am going to let this portion of the article speak for itself.
Professor Gerard Hastings, of Strathclyde University’s centre for social marketing, found that children’s television advertising was dominated by promotions for sugary breakfast cereals, soft drinks, sweets, savoury snacks and fast food outlets. Other influences on children’s eating were product sponsorship, free food, gifts or tokens, packaging, and promotions linked to films, television programmes and computer games.I am very glad that this important information is reaching places all over the world and we are trying to get do something about this problem...
He found that many young children, especially those aged under eight, were confused by the powerful advertising messages. Children were unable, for instance, to tell if soft drinks and cereals contained real fruit. There was also evidence that Saturday morning television advertisements had a direct impact on what children wanted to buy when they went shopping with a parent. Professor Hastings acknowleged that so-called pester power was an important factor in the marketing concepts behind the advertisements.
....wait a minute. what was the date of the second one? oh yeah Friday, 26 September 2003!!!! hold on! the article stating that TV was influencing and confusing children in nutritional decisions was written and distributed 3 YEARS before the one on CNN? so that means we haven't really done anything about it except look at it and say, "oh that is a problem!" We are such a productive society, as we sit around and look at it in the TV, or children are eating shit and becoming larger than the 72 inch flat panel plasma TVs they are watching them on. Well, what can I say, if we enter a new ice age and have to resort to cannibalism, we aren't going to run out of lamp oil.
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Sorry, that was kinda harsh. Fine that was really harsh, but I guess if people want to kill themselves, its fine with me.
Objection your Honor:
"You can't preface your second point with 'firstly"
I get upset when people talk about how they judge other people. I can't stand it when people say "stop judging me". I can't stand it when people say that they are not judgemental.
Just Stop Talking
Of course you are judgemental. Think of the root of this word Judge. To judge, as is defined by the fourth edition of the American Heritage dictionary, is to form an opinion or evaluation. So yes you are judgemental. Otherwise you have no opinion. and I honestly think that everyone has some mental process of thought.
The other thing that bugs me about ourselves is that when we learn something new, we try and fit it into what we already know. For example, meeting a new person. You first try and fit the person into a category or relate them to other people you know and even to yourself. After time however, you begin to from a new category for this person. I just dislike the process. I think it is a little .... judgemental...not really.
Knowledge is.....
Isn't it amazing how we are the best people who know ourselves. Nobody can know us better. And such is that you can not know someone else better than yourself. So when you think of another person, they give you only a fraction of themselves and you just go ahead and fill in the spaces. It's a real shame that we can't just completely know another person...but that really isn't our fault is it.
So each time you meet someone, you take a first impression of them. I am using X as an example.
I meet X in, say a cafe. I automatically assume that X likes this place and consumes beverages or food at such place. I also make an assumption about their wardrobe based on what they are wearing. Next, I begin to talk a little and learn what X likes and does with its time.
About this time, I notice strange things they do, like never look right at me for a very long time. Hmm that's strange, I think. "Sorry, but I need to get going," I say, "it was nice meeting you. Let's do this again sometime." Of course I don't leave a number or contact information. X knows my name. If they really want they can find me, I know I will find them.
I'm so hopeless.
Believe it or Not
Everyone believes in something. There is never a time in your life that you are without a belief. In fact, people just can't wait to tell other people what it is that they believe. "I believe in telling other people what I believe." You see, humans are talkative, and we need other people to know that we aren't all just bar stools waiting to be sat upon. So we believe. Honestly, I don't see any other reason for us to take a position on any topic except to prove that I am different than you are. You say that I look good in green, I say that I look good in red. You say that our war on terror is going well, I say that I would rather see the soldiers home and in good health.
Look at it this way, if we all agreed on the same things, the universe would cease to exist. Simple as that. See, it all starts by all of us agreeing that we agree on everything. Which is then followed by "hot" topics like homosexuality and abortion laws, which are of course ruled, in favor of everyone, unanimously. Talks then proceed to other countries. The world ends up deciding on the best way to run itself and lives in harmony with amazingly expanded fields in science and philosophy. Then some morning, every philosopher agrees that since they can't prove that they are any different from each other, they are all the same person. We will call herm (him + her = herm), being every human in existence of course, Dana (because it is used on both sexes). So Dana also begins to think about the universe, and how it compares to herm and herms world. Dana realizes that since shhe (she +he = shhe) agrees that the universe is both expanding and contracting, it is standing still. Unfortunately, that calls for a new theory on universe creation. This is easily done considering Dana's mass efficiency in doing...Anything. So it is stated that A long time ago, many small people called 'hyumens' came together and agreed to set aside their differences and work towards common goals. Dana is the result. In the end, Dana agrees on all matters concerning anything from bananas to lipstick, to stars, to high heels. Unfortunately, Dana is unable to prove that shhe is an animate object because there is nether to tell herm so. So, Dana turns into a barstool and there shhe sits....Waiting....for a butt.
Well, I believe many things.
I believe that self-perception is mostly influenced by other people
I believe that women think too much
and I believe that people are naturally blind and close-minded
but then again, I also didn't believe that I would spend 26.5 minutes writing a completely pointless story when I need the sleep....so just think of the possibilities!
Excuse Me
We live in a world of excuses. "the trafific was bad, my mom made me _______, My car wouldn't start." We arrive at a place knowing that no matter what we say or do, we are still running 14 minutes behind. No words are going to make up for the time we have missed. That time is gone. Never to be seen again. The only thing you are doing with an excuse is taking up more time when you are already at a loss of time.
As people, we talk too much anyway. we always know something is happening, but we are always managed to be talked out of it. We hear too much and listen too little. plus we will say anything to get out of something we don't want to do. Im too tired, im too confused, im too dumb. ironically, all of those staements infer that you are overoccupied with one thing to do another. "too" much, "too" little , "too" big, "too" small. we never get it just right. it is never enough.
Just let it go.
Finish the though yourself , i don't want to type anymore......
I am too tired
; )
You Know Sometimes You Just Want to Buy a Tea Towel
Trust. It is something that is earned. Earning trust has been a lifelong mystery for some people and not remotly achievable for others. What has always bugged me is how trust is formed. Because trust isn't really formed. Trust is the confinidence in another person that they will do what you want them to when you want them to. Or well, I guess it is less what you want them to and more of them not doing what you dont want them to do. Either way, trust is nothing of substance. It is comepletely made up in the mind and it is one of the first things that is created in an infant's head. Trust is something both wonderfull when fufilled and terrible when betrayed. It can hurt more than torture and feel better than sex. Tust is a drug.
Trust is forged through adversity. When any form of risk is involved in a situation, it creates a crucible that forges the recations and responses of others to the situation at hand, and turns it into either trust or mistrust.
Choice
We all have the choices. When it comes down to it, we choose everything that is important. The only thing that is important is what we decide for ourselves. No matter what anyone else thinks of us, we are still who we are if we decide to be.
"They can not take away our self respect if we do not give it to them." -Mahatma Ghandi
So it is our choice how to act in a race that needs other people. A race where we need trust in other people. A person alone is very weak. If there was only one human with the power to reproduce without needing another human, she wouldn't survive. Alone the mind is weak and susceptible to manipulation. Or will she? Is it her choice to have a weak mind? Can the lack of people, the lack of self-objectivism make her feel she doesn't exist? The answer to that particular question, I feel we will never know.
Since that situation is a bit radical we all still have choice. Choice of letting people take our pride, dignity, and self-respect. The trick is to learn how to stop that.
How is that done? What does it take to hold enough trust and confidence within yourself to take such responsibility for your actions. To truly be self sufficient?
“Funny You Should Ask”
April 12, 1999
Rick Reilly
Sports Illustrated
So we were lying on our backs on the grass in the park next to our hamburger wrappers, my 14-year-old son and I, watching the clouds loiter overhead, when he asked me, “Dad, why are we here?”
And this is what I said.
“I’ve thought a lot about it, son, and I don’t think it’s all that complicated. I think maybe we’re here just to teach a kid how to bunt, turn two and eat sunflower seeds without using his hands.
“We’re here to pound the steering wheel and scream as we listen to the game on the radio, 20 minutes after we pulled into the garage. We’re here to look all over, give up and then find the ball in the hole.
“We’re here to watch, at least once, as the pocket collapses around John Elway, and it’s fourth-and-never. Or as the count goes to 3 and 1 on Mark McGwire with bases loaded, and the pitcher begins wishing he’d gone on to med school. Or as a little hole you couldn’t get a skateboard through suddenly opens in front of Jeff Gordon with a lap to go.
“We’re here to wear our favorite sweat-soaked Boston Red Sox cap, torn Slippery Rock sweatshirt and the Converses we lettered in, on a Saturday morning with nowhere we have to go and no one special we have to be.
“We’re here to rake on a jack-high nothin’ hand and have nobody know it but us. Or get in at least one really good brawl, get a nice shiner and end up throwing an arm around the guy who gave it to us.
“We’re here to shoot a six-point elk and finally get the f-stop right, or to tie the perfect fly, make the perfect cast, catch absolutely nothing and still call it a perfect morning.
“We’re here to nail a yield sign with an apple core from half a block away. We’re here to make our dog bit on the same lame fake throw for the gazillionth time. We’re here to win the stuffed bear or go broke trying.
“I don’t think the meaning of life is gnashing our bicuspids over what comes after death but tasting all the tiny moments that come before it. We’re here to be the coach when Wendell, the one whose glasses always fog up, finally makes the only perfect backdoor pass all season. We’re here to be there when our kid has three goals and an assist. And especially when he doesn’t.
“We’re here to see the Great One setting up behind the net, tying some poor goaltender’s neck into a Windsor knot. We’re here to watch the Rocket peer in for the sign, two outs, bases loaded, bottom of the career. We’re here to witness Tiger’s lining up a 22-foot double breaker to win and not need his autograph afterward to prove it.
“We’re here to be able to do a one-and-a-half for our grandkids. Or to stand at the top of our favorite double-black on a double-blue morning and overhear those five wonderful words: ‘Highway’s closed. Too much snow.’ We’re here to get the Frisbee to do things that would have caused medieval clergymen to burn us at the stake.
“We’re here to sprint the last 100 yards and soak our shirts and be so tired we have to sit down to pee.
“I don’t think we’re here to make SportsCenter. The really good stuff never does. Like leaving Wrigley at 4:15 on a perfect summer afternoon and walking straight into Murphy’s with half of section 503. Or finding ourselves with a free afternoon, a little red 327 fuel-injected 1962 Corvette convertible and an unopened map of Vermont’s backroads.
“We’re here to get the triple-Dagwood sandwich made, the perfectly frosted malted-beverage mug filled and the football kicked off at the very second your sister begins tying up the phone until Tuesday.
“None of us are going to find ourselves on our deathbeds saying, ‘Dang, I wish I’d spent more time on the Hibbings account’. We’re going to say, ‘That scar? I got that scar stealing a home run from Consolidated Plumbers!’
“See, grown-ups spend so much time doggedly slaving toward the better car, the perfect house, the big day that will finally make them happy when happy just walked by wearing a bicycle helmet two sizes too big for him. We’re not here to find a way to heaven. The way is heaven. Does that answer for question?”
And he said, “Not really, Dad.”
And I said, “No?”
And he said, “No, what I meant is, why are we here when Mom said to pick her up 40 minutes ago?”
Building off of the 13th. High School is about academic courseds to prep for college. But! I think it serves a better purpose. Going though so many years of school while we mature into (sometimes not so mature) adults. There is so much we learn about ourselves in high school. I am just disapointed that more people don't take it seriously.
I am loving phsycologyI think the best skill to have is to be able to understand people. It can help so much in the future. People skills people skills people skilss. Yeah yeah yeah. MAybe I should write a song.
I better go, time for marching band
So I woke up this morning and turn the TV on to find the new reality TV show that had to do with making a horror film. It dawned upon me today that one of the best places to see an unreserved human mind is on this show. The best part is you learn how to handle these crazy people. One of the directors really shows a lot of the things I have read and learned in different places about leadership and about getting things done. As weird as it sounds, I think this is one of the best reality shows yet because I get to see how to manage and work with these kinds of people. Plus, I get to see how to handle myself when I act like some of the really really strange people on that show. It is kind of funny to watch and yet, at the same time slightly enlightening.
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