It's a shame that our young veterans in the Marines and Army don't have an adequate voice to use to express their true thoughts about the Iraq ordeal, with an unbiased government administration and impartial media available to hear them out, honestly & completely.
I've been searching through the Detroit Free Press online site for nearly an hour, trying to find the article that best exemplifies their frustration. Ultimately, it cannot be found there, nor on any other search engine I've accessed. That is an additional shame, because this did give their voice through in an article where it becomes obvious that things aren't "peaches & beans" overseas.
A group of troops stationed there are war-weary of this effort that seems to yield no concrete results and no visible solutions at close range. They look for a medium to express their opinion that the recent troop surge of 21,500 ordered by the President is fruitless, will only make the situation worse, and not only demoralizes the attitudes & outlooks of those already stationed, but would result in more deaths, chaos, bad feelings, as well as reinforcement that they cannot succeed in a war many believe can never be won. In other words, they see what Joe Q. Public has figured out: the strategy is worsening, trying to cover up mistakes from before - and all gaining a sense of urgency without careful planning, or acknowledgment of other sources providing alternative information.
The article pointed out their inability to have their voices taken seriously. One reason is obvious: you simply can't deny orders from the commander. You can't put the squad in mutiny. They are not looking to make a mutant statement; they do want to fight for their country. Their question is whether the war can be won, and if there is an underlying purpose to the proceedings. They worry about their comrades dying needlessly, and wonder why the administration won't listen to them ("all the politicians do is squabble", it was stated).
We have freedom of speech and of the press. Does this not apply to our people in military fatigues? Who better to tell the administration that things just aren't working - the ones doing the actual fighting?
Risking their lives in a futile environment everyday, and the resulting, realistic opinions & concerns, should be noted with more than just a wink and casual observance.
January 17, 2007
January 16, 2007
Affording college
Sheila starts college classes again today after a small layoff, and I told her I couldn't be more proud of her that she's going to accomplish her life-long goal of being a child psychologist.
How she goes about it is no business of mine, but I know finances have to be weighed. Most likely, she's going through student loans, and she has asked me on occasion why I don't pursue a Bachelor's degree while using a student loan to pay for it.
How would I be able to afford it down the line?
I ended up earning 80 credit hours while in college from 1990-96. Unfortunately, the only thing that came out of my pocket was book money more often than not, and maybe one semester's worth of tuition. My family paid the rest, and they can't do that now.
I will never advance further than I am now in my current job. Airplane mechanics get paid a great deal, but I can't even find a radiator cap to my car, as I've detailed before. My current knowledge in video production is dated at best, since the computer revolution has matured itself since my 1996 graduation.
You can't go anywhere without some sort of college education these days. What about those of us who can't afford that, or whose families haven't set forth on saving for college upon someone's birth? Why is the working man on the lowest end of the totem pole the one who can't see answers in front of them, because the most logical & obvious of the alternatives is the most unreachable?
I need about twenty credit hours to obtain a bachelor's degree, I believe - about two full semester's worth. And it would get me exactly where I want to go. But what happens when the bill comes in, and it turns out I don't have that promising job yet to pay it off? I've heard it's a problem with many college students, but one I want to avoid, and one I wish all those others did not have to face.
Why is that so, and how come the people who want to advance a little in this world can't without the worries going through their sub-conscious?
Well, when Sheila gets her degree, that's when I'll find out the answers!
How she goes about it is no business of mine, but I know finances have to be weighed. Most likely, she's going through student loans, and she has asked me on occasion why I don't pursue a Bachelor's degree while using a student loan to pay for it.
How would I be able to afford it down the line?
I ended up earning 80 credit hours while in college from 1990-96. Unfortunately, the only thing that came out of my pocket was book money more often than not, and maybe one semester's worth of tuition. My family paid the rest, and they can't do that now.
I will never advance further than I am now in my current job. Airplane mechanics get paid a great deal, but I can't even find a radiator cap to my car, as I've detailed before. My current knowledge in video production is dated at best, since the computer revolution has matured itself since my 1996 graduation.
You can't go anywhere without some sort of college education these days. What about those of us who can't afford that, or whose families haven't set forth on saving for college upon someone's birth? Why is the working man on the lowest end of the totem pole the one who can't see answers in front of them, because the most logical & obvious of the alternatives is the most unreachable?
I need about twenty credit hours to obtain a bachelor's degree, I believe - about two full semester's worth. And it would get me exactly where I want to go. But what happens when the bill comes in, and it turns out I don't have that promising job yet to pay it off? I've heard it's a problem with many college students, but one I want to avoid, and one I wish all those others did not have to face.
Why is that so, and how come the people who want to advance a little in this world can't without the worries going through their sub-conscious?
Well, when Sheila gets her degree, that's when I'll find out the answers!
January 15, 2007
Only a name?
Today was rather surprising. I expected the bus home to run on a holiday schedule due to today being Martin Luther King Day. But I had an inkling at work that I better show up at the bus stop expecting a normal Monday-Saturday schedule.
I embarassed myself by excusing myself off work a little earlier (and more haphazardly) than I would have wished - and sure enough, the bus was running on a normal, non-holiday schedule. To make things more surprising, city hall was open for business as usual when I walked home, and the DPW trucks were going about their business, as if it was a regular Monday.
Is it because the day is not certified as an actual "Hallmark Holiday" that city business was operating and the busses were running normally? For three days, King's efforts and legacy have been documented front-page news. Rosa Parks initiated the modern civil rights movement as far as I'm concerned, but King advanced it to the max, and looked brilliant doing it. If the papers theme it to be a monumental holiday, then why isn't it treated as such? Out of respect for everything King did, and for how well his efforts are respected & received, why can't cities honor him by declaring it a federal holiday?
Although I am Caucasian, this bothers me to a big extent. He made gigantic strides and gave black people a voice to demand equality for all. Someone like that, a real mover & shaker, ought to get a little more respect from the business world.
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YouTube is coming across with some more brilliant clips of old PBA bowling from the early 80s. I watched four more of them today, and I must say there are reasons why networks and stations shouldn't erase all their videotapes (or re-use them) without saving the information elsewhere.
I'm not a relic (like a certain roommate is), but I do appreciate seeing these things from my youth, a reminder of happier times with less stress.
Someday, I wish I could meet these YouTube posters (the above-mentioned poster is the most valuable), and thank them for having the forthsight to save these clips, knowing they would become valuable brain-pleasers in the long run.
I embarassed myself by excusing myself off work a little earlier (and more haphazardly) than I would have wished - and sure enough, the bus was running on a normal, non-holiday schedule. To make things more surprising, city hall was open for business as usual when I walked home, and the DPW trucks were going about their business, as if it was a regular Monday.
Is it because the day is not certified as an actual "Hallmark Holiday" that city business was operating and the busses were running normally? For three days, King's efforts and legacy have been documented front-page news. Rosa Parks initiated the modern civil rights movement as far as I'm concerned, but King advanced it to the max, and looked brilliant doing it. If the papers theme it to be a monumental holiday, then why isn't it treated as such? Out of respect for everything King did, and for how well his efforts are respected & received, why can't cities honor him by declaring it a federal holiday?
Although I am Caucasian, this bothers me to a big extent. He made gigantic strides and gave black people a voice to demand equality for all. Someone like that, a real mover & shaker, ought to get a little more respect from the business world.
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YouTube is coming across with some more brilliant clips of old PBA bowling from the early 80s. I watched four more of them today, and I must say there are reasons why networks and stations shouldn't erase all their videotapes (or re-use them) without saving the information elsewhere.
I'm not a relic (like a certain roommate is), but I do appreciate seeing these things from my youth, a reminder of happier times with less stress.
Someday, I wish I could meet these YouTube posters (the above-mentioned poster is the most valuable), and thank them for having the forthsight to save these clips, knowing they would become valuable brain-pleasers in the long run.
January 14, 2007
Second thoughts on my supplier
I try not to make a habit of erasing prior posts, but after scanning through yesterday's, I may have to make an exception -- after what Mike told me today.
Mike owns a 1995 (thereabout) Chrysler New Yorker that he purchased off the same person who sold me my bomb (and who has ideas about another car for me). I just got home from work today fresh with the news that his car now needs $2,500 in repairs to be deemed safely driveable again. Among other things, his heater core is giving him fits, the rack & pinnion is gone, and the front struts are shot. It cannot be driven on the freeway whatsoever.
He overpaid for that car; being charged $800 in interest - unfairly, I may add. And now, as is with my situation, he's faced with repairs that would equal or eclipse the amount the car is worth. Unlike mine, his is still driveable, but now he's in my boat: the car cannot do what he would ultimately like it to.
Is the supplier selling us a boatload of lemons, intentionally or otherwise? He is very good-natured and wants to see us mobile, but I do have to question where he finds his cars, and how he blindly goes about saying they're good, when there's now two cases building against those claims. I can't say for certain if Mike's feeling hosed, but it would not surprise me if his frustration is peaking along with mine.
But like I mentioned with the college issue up above, those that work hard & get rewarded little can't have things the way we could when we were kids and our parents were alive, well, and working. It is not in our interests to settle for bottom-of-the-barrel products, but sometimes that is all we have. Anyone that questions our recent judgements have to understand what living without a raise from work since 2003 can do while the cost of living continues to skyrocket, with no end in sight.
I fear losing my job due to the transportation issue. I try not to invoke panic, but when it's your moneymaker you have to go to, you need wheels. I only wish I could criticize (or try to analyze) the supplier without hard feelings. There's been too many kicks in the butt to go around lately. Eventually, they'll run out of places to kick.
Mike owns a 1995 (thereabout) Chrysler New Yorker that he purchased off the same person who sold me my bomb (and who has ideas about another car for me). I just got home from work today fresh with the news that his car now needs $2,500 in repairs to be deemed safely driveable again. Among other things, his heater core is giving him fits, the rack & pinnion is gone, and the front struts are shot. It cannot be driven on the freeway whatsoever.
He overpaid for that car; being charged $800 in interest - unfairly, I may add. And now, as is with my situation, he's faced with repairs that would equal or eclipse the amount the car is worth. Unlike mine, his is still driveable, but now he's in my boat: the car cannot do what he would ultimately like it to.
Is the supplier selling us a boatload of lemons, intentionally or otherwise? He is very good-natured and wants to see us mobile, but I do have to question where he finds his cars, and how he blindly goes about saying they're good, when there's now two cases building against those claims. I can't say for certain if Mike's feeling hosed, but it would not surprise me if his frustration is peaking along with mine.
But like I mentioned with the college issue up above, those that work hard & get rewarded little can't have things the way we could when we were kids and our parents were alive, well, and working. It is not in our interests to settle for bottom-of-the-barrel products, but sometimes that is all we have. Anyone that questions our recent judgements have to understand what living without a raise from work since 2003 can do while the cost of living continues to skyrocket, with no end in sight.
I fear losing my job due to the transportation issue. I try not to invoke panic, but when it's your moneymaker you have to go to, you need wheels. I only wish I could criticize (or try to analyze) the supplier without hard feelings. There's been too many kicks in the butt to go around lately. Eventually, they'll run out of places to kick.
January 13, 2007
Car update (get used to it)
Fear not! Though the pile of trash I used to call a car still sits in my driveway eight days after breaking down, it will not be resurrected like Kenny from South Park used to be.
Friends of mine are looking at a 1996 model with 116,000 miles, whose only problem seems to be the muffler. They are planning on taking me to the shop to test drive it tomorrow afternoon. If I like it, the mechanic and I discussed the entire purchase scenario. In effect, it is a nice deal because he knows me so well, and knows I'm honest and up-front with any vehicle payments I make.
But as is always the case with purchases totalling $80 or more at a time, I approach it with extreme caution. I am losing money rapidly by constant cab rides to work at 3 AM each morning. The bus wouldn't be so bad if it were running that early, but the closest it comes to the house at that time is two miles south. So, in essence, I could afford the bi-weekly payments on the proposed car, since I'd fork that out every two weeks in cab fare.
However, I have been burned countless times before on cars. This Grand Am was a lemon, and earned a laugh from my neighbor Dawn, who said "I told you so!" Two cars before was a LeBaron, and it quit on I-94 in the middle of nowhere. And ironically, the car I wanted to get at that time (which was sold an hour before, therefore requiring the LeBaron for me) lost its transmission two miles into its new ownership.
So the bad luck I've been saddled with comes back to remind me to make the wise decision, but take a few days or so, even at the expense of those cab rides. It can be tough to trust what's built these days, especially when pre-owned. You hear about auto recalls constantly (heck, Sheila's Jeep Liberty was recalled twice in a 3-week span), and that's for new cars. Repair histories aren't always accurate, either; I have found some to be doctored.
The need is there, and the need for self-transport is urgent. But what's a few more cab rides when getting to work on time & improving your attendance record is the main concern? The job pays the bills, including the proposed car payment(s).
I can't let a sudden decision derail the orderly flow for me.
Friends of mine are looking at a 1996 model with 116,000 miles, whose only problem seems to be the muffler. They are planning on taking me to the shop to test drive it tomorrow afternoon. If I like it, the mechanic and I discussed the entire purchase scenario. In effect, it is a nice deal because he knows me so well, and knows I'm honest and up-front with any vehicle payments I make.
But as is always the case with purchases totalling $80 or more at a time, I approach it with extreme caution. I am losing money rapidly by constant cab rides to work at 3 AM each morning. The bus wouldn't be so bad if it were running that early, but the closest it comes to the house at that time is two miles south. So, in essence, I could afford the bi-weekly payments on the proposed car, since I'd fork that out every two weeks in cab fare.
However, I have been burned countless times before on cars. This Grand Am was a lemon, and earned a laugh from my neighbor Dawn, who said "I told you so!" Two cars before was a LeBaron, and it quit on I-94 in the middle of nowhere. And ironically, the car I wanted to get at that time (which was sold an hour before, therefore requiring the LeBaron for me) lost its transmission two miles into its new ownership.
So the bad luck I've been saddled with comes back to remind me to make the wise decision, but take a few days or so, even at the expense of those cab rides. It can be tough to trust what's built these days, especially when pre-owned. You hear about auto recalls constantly (heck, Sheila's Jeep Liberty was recalled twice in a 3-week span), and that's for new cars. Repair histories aren't always accurate, either; I have found some to be doctored.
The need is there, and the need for self-transport is urgent. But what's a few more cab rides when getting to work on time & improving your attendance record is the main concern? The job pays the bills, including the proposed car payment(s).
I can't let a sudden decision derail the orderly flow for me.
January 12, 2007
Another TV long gone
Just like clockwork: for the fifth (or so) time, a television Steve rented from the local rental agency is going back this weekend because of lack of funds. Thank goodness we don't anchor such items to the floor, or there'd be no floor left thanks to the holes left behind.
But don't worry! I'm sure that come springtime, in this very space (book it), we will hear of another television being ordered to replace that small TV that replaces every rented TV he's had. And you could see it coming as early as today, the same day he announced this TV is going back: he wants cable television back. Reasoning: the shows on over-the-air television "stink". Hey, don't they all?
But don't worry! I'm sure that come springtime, in this very space (book it), we will hear of another television being ordered to replace that small TV that replaces every rented TV he's had. And you could see it coming as early as today, the same day he announced this TV is going back: he wants cable television back. Reasoning: the shows on over-the-air television "stink". Hey, don't they all?
(Top: Cousin Mike using the first TV in the room; spring '03)
(Bottom: Myself in front of the most elaborate TV setup we had; summer '04)
Though my photo references are not complete as far as capturing televisions we've had, here are two. And you can guess that the others in-between were of various sizes and shapes. I've heard of varying room layouts every once in awhile to avoid visual boredom, but this has become a comedy of sorts. Blink, and you never know what might be standing against that wall next.
January 11, 2007
We're here (this week)
As a positive update, we are now staying put in Garden City (and for reference, I've finally enclosed a photo of the humble abode). This week's decision (heh, heh) has us here for the forseeable future, which really eases things up. No security deposits for me to worry about, no moving vans, no arranging utilities...... It really is a nice feeling - especially when considering that for all the work I put in at work (remember that New Year's double shift?), I didn't get more than $150 more than I usually do. Now I know the extra work's not worth my body or my sanity.
It pays to ride along
Reflecting on my still-carless situation, nearly ten days after that darn thing of mine breathed its last:
* How I will get all my financial duties solved tomorrow without donating $50 more of my money to cab companies remains to be seen. I don't want to keep bugging Sheila for rides everywhere, especially since she lives so far out of the area. Neighbors and my aunt, the same way. Can you believe that on a full paycheck, $200 has to go just for rides into work? That is an outrageous admission price if I've ever heard one, and it's to WORK, for pete's sakes! This is why I had to take Tuesday off... I wouldn't have been able to afford to go in tomorrow (payday) if I did.
The need for a different car is now more obvious than ever. I had hoped to have a loan paid off for good by tomorrow, but that will likely never happen. That is okay, so long as the amount borrowed doesn't exceed what it is today.
* SMART, the local bus service, has taken a hit from citizens over the past ten years or so because of their apparent lack of service. But in the times I have taken it, off and on the past three years, I've never had a complaint about it. True, some busses have been late, some have had to spend ten minutes in transfer mode, and one even broke an axle on the road (although that can be attributed to the road). Hey, I don't ride the bus for the friendliness of the drivers. I use it to get to where I want to go, and it's not failed me to this point. At least it doesn't rob me blind like the cab company does.
Not being able to drive does have its perks. One of the hidden advantages is being able to look freely about you as you're transported. I have been in Garden City since 2003, and I still don't know where businesses are, even a mile from me. I took one of my old cars four miles to have the transmission looked at. There's a shop just four blocks from me, and I just found that out while looking out the bus window Tuesday!
I lived in Southgate for 28 years. Duh, you would think after that long over there, I would know the city inside and out. But obviously, I thought I had a photographic memory of where things were, and indeed I do. Yet obviously, it only helps the cause when you're able to look around and see what's there, versus always looking at the cars in front of you, trying to avoid accidents.
If I ever know half of Garden City in ten years as well as I know Southgate (six years after moving from there), I will either consider myself lucky, or used to not having wheels of my own.
* How I will get all my financial duties solved tomorrow without donating $50 more of my money to cab companies remains to be seen. I don't want to keep bugging Sheila for rides everywhere, especially since she lives so far out of the area. Neighbors and my aunt, the same way. Can you believe that on a full paycheck, $200 has to go just for rides into work? That is an outrageous admission price if I've ever heard one, and it's to WORK, for pete's sakes! This is why I had to take Tuesday off... I wouldn't have been able to afford to go in tomorrow (payday) if I did.
The need for a different car is now more obvious than ever. I had hoped to have a loan paid off for good by tomorrow, but that will likely never happen. That is okay, so long as the amount borrowed doesn't exceed what it is today.
* SMART, the local bus service, has taken a hit from citizens over the past ten years or so because of their apparent lack of service. But in the times I have taken it, off and on the past three years, I've never had a complaint about it. True, some busses have been late, some have had to spend ten minutes in transfer mode, and one even broke an axle on the road (although that can be attributed to the road). Hey, I don't ride the bus for the friendliness of the drivers. I use it to get to where I want to go, and it's not failed me to this point. At least it doesn't rob me blind like the cab company does.
Not being able to drive does have its perks. One of the hidden advantages is being able to look freely about you as you're transported. I have been in Garden City since 2003, and I still don't know where businesses are, even a mile from me. I took one of my old cars four miles to have the transmission looked at. There's a shop just four blocks from me, and I just found that out while looking out the bus window Tuesday!
I lived in Southgate for 28 years. Duh, you would think after that long over there, I would know the city inside and out. But obviously, I thought I had a photographic memory of where things were, and indeed I do. Yet obviously, it only helps the cause when you're able to look around and see what's there, versus always looking at the cars in front of you, trying to avoid accidents.
If I ever know half of Garden City in ten years as well as I know Southgate (six years after moving from there), I will either consider myself lucky, or used to not having wheels of my own.
January 8, 2007
Once state-of-the-art
Late last year, I mentioned I had photos of my airport terminal building (the Smith Terminal at Detroit Metro Airport) dating back from the 1960s. I found them again and am sharing them with you now. This is the same building that single-handedly gave Metro its long-standing impression as about the worst airport to do business in. Tales have been told about the building acquiring "campy" status, and its dinginess is obvious to travelers. No one seems to recall a time where that terminal was state-of-the-art. But for a time in the 1960s, it was THE place to be in the area.Just look at how vibrant this photo appears to be. The arrangement in this main concourse is very passenger-friendly, even with a classic car displayed to the right of the main entry doors. This photo was in fact taken from an observation platform on the floor above. And this was the point: the entire second floor at the time was all customer observation area. You can bet the airport wasn't paranoid about security at this time.
This is the approximate area of our ticket counter these days. The observation area I just mentioned is underneath the funky-tiled ceiling up above, now taken up by countless offices.
Here's a conversation starter, in fact: Where are the lights? There seem to be no lights in the ceiling here. Well, I guess even in its peak days, the building was rather quirky. But that was nothing compared to now.
I bring this nostalgic look up as I just got home from work today in that building - with no heat. After 48 years, I guess, the boiler decided to retire.
January 7, 2007
Don't bury the lawn mowers
As they say in on-line lingo: "OMG!" Our area may actually get some SNOW tomorrow afternoon!
To get snow around here the past two winters, you really have to go north these days. And not even old reliable, the U.P. of Michigan, has had more than a foot of snow this year. In the Detroit area, we've had about 2.7 inches of snow for the season to this point; normal by this time is nearly seventeen (17) inches.
Weather specialists say that the old current "El-Nino" is in full strength for this season, and that this year should have a mild winter. But for those Detroit residents, didn't the snow fizzle out last season (2005-06) after we had a nice dumping on Christmas? In fact, I only remember seeing constructive snowflakes flying around three times afterward, and twice they were only a squall shower.
The difference maker: Last winter was dry. This one has been moist, but on the rainy side. Combined with the wind, this has to be the windiest start to a winter I've seen in some time. But there's been no windchills to note since our temperatures are way above normal (the seventh warmest December on record in the area just passed us by).
I even scanned the Official Niagara Falls Webcam Site, and it doesn't even show snow in the area. Normally, the phenomenon known as the "Ice Bridge" forms in the lower river by now, but the river is all flowing water. There's even some people still standing by the water's edge. This is January, mind you... NOT October!
Myself, I'll take the warmer temperatures with a little less rain & wind, and call it a little less dreary than what I'm used to this time of year. It also helps when I have bragging rights: between my location, my father's (Tucson AZ), and my stepbrothers (San Bruno CA and Seattle), I had the warmest low temperature one day last week. Yep; go north to get the warmth!
To get snow around here the past two winters, you really have to go north these days. And not even old reliable, the U.P. of Michigan, has had more than a foot of snow this year. In the Detroit area, we've had about 2.7 inches of snow for the season to this point; normal by this time is nearly seventeen (17) inches.
Weather specialists say that the old current "El-Nino" is in full strength for this season, and that this year should have a mild winter. But for those Detroit residents, didn't the snow fizzle out last season (2005-06) after we had a nice dumping on Christmas? In fact, I only remember seeing constructive snowflakes flying around three times afterward, and twice they were only a squall shower.
The difference maker: Last winter was dry. This one has been moist, but on the rainy side. Combined with the wind, this has to be the windiest start to a winter I've seen in some time. But there's been no windchills to note since our temperatures are way above normal (the seventh warmest December on record in the area just passed us by).
I even scanned the Official Niagara Falls Webcam Site, and it doesn't even show snow in the area. Normally, the phenomenon known as the "Ice Bridge" forms in the lower river by now, but the river is all flowing water. There's even some people still standing by the water's edge. This is January, mind you... NOT October!
Myself, I'll take the warmer temperatures with a little less rain & wind, and call it a little less dreary than what I'm used to this time of year. It also helps when I have bragging rights: between my location, my father's (Tucson AZ), and my stepbrothers (San Bruno CA and Seattle), I had the warmest low temperature one day last week. Yep; go north to get the warmth!
January 5, 2007
Prolonged death, rolling eyes
That stupid Pontiac Grand Am that's being constantly referenced.Both my arms were attached to me in August 2006 when this was shot;
now they've both been donated for repair & upkeep!
I am at my wits end with this stupid car - as well as virtually everything else in my life, save for the presence of my dear Sheila.
Again, this latest breakdown comes at the expense of going to a family event - this time my Aunt Sandy's layout at the funeral home in Wyandotte. I got my oil changed en route from work and found out I was a gallon-and-a-half short of anti-freeze. I let the car sit for an hour, got dressed, and headed out for the 15-mile journey. It stopped short by about twelve miles.
What happened? Some hose is acting up again, and all I get through the ventilation system is steam and an ugly anti-freeze odor that fogs up the windows too much to see clearly. The oil change experts say that the mechanic is needed for this one, or I might burn out the engine.
The car can burn for all I care now. This would be the fifth time in the last eight Fridays that the car is in the shop for something, and all that runs through my mind is: "When is enough, enough?"
I must have committed a darn freaky mortal sin for this bad luck to lay itself on me on such a consistent basis; not only for the car, but for everything else in life. I begin to wonder if someone is trying to send me a message that my lower-class *** (hint: the word rhymes) is having it too good. All work and no play (which is what I've had the last three months) is TOO good?
Work is getting worse: we've lost nine people due to injuries or termination since December 1. Again, I'm doing the work of three people when the room is staffed, and I'm abused worse the other half of the time. The budget is turned upside down every paycheck, and I can't keep up with bills. Half my earnings since November have gone to this car. Now I get ready for a whopper of a paycheck, and it's liable to be eaten up again!
Sometimes I wonder whether or not it would be easier for me to just admit defeat, quit the job, and live on the streets. This seems to be the message being sent to me: I must experience what the "low-lifes" (as society calls them) live through. And with what deed did I end up deserving this fate? None that I can think of.
I am not a quitter by nature these days. I don't roll through jobs like I once did. I work as hard as I can despite my physical limitations. I've dealt with transport problems before and suffered tremendous embarassment & anguish. I try to be nice and help people who need help. I sacrifice myself for the benefit of others much more often than not. I can't remember the last time I really enjoyed myself, if you take away the times Sheila has been here. I try to make good on as many bills as possible and have literally killed myself figuring out alternative budgets to make that happen, paycheck to paycheck.
And paycheck to paycheck is what I'm living by. Five years into that job, and I'm nowhere better off now than I was in 2001. This is not progress, this is relentless torture which has no end, and shows no advantage. Reminds me of the Iraq war we may never get out of.
The Good Book says we are never given more pressure to handle than the Man knows we're capable of. Have they issued a rewrite of that Good Book recently, and a copy wasn't sent my way?
I simply don't know what to do. I wish giving up was not an option at all. But to keep sanity in my frame, nothing can ever be ruled out.
Whatever I may have done, I am sorry. But I just want to live my life without bothering anyone, just conducting my business and doing what I can to survive.
Please tell me if I am wrong.
January 4, 2007
Clark is worth the feedback
I'm a little disappointed in the electronic media right now. All year, I had been looking forward to seeing Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve, but as has been the case, I was not able to stay up that late. I'm always very interested in knowing how his condition is and how much he has improved in speech, motion & mannerisms since his terrifying stroke of 2005.
Alas, in the Entertainment news sections of both local papers, not one thing was written about how he did. Nothing about that show, or any other New Years' show. How we should approach reacting about that, I don't know.
On one hand, it might be best not to create media sensationalism over it. How often do we get tired of seeing those glorified tabloids by the check-out counters, spewing one false rumor after another? I am also sure that Dick Clark, as respectable as he is, would want to keep his condition quiet, private, and just concentrate on splitting his duties with Ryan Secrest. But positive reaction & praise for his recovery should not be muted.
To those who think he shouldn't be on TV at all, shame on you. The man has had a stroke, but so have others. The stroke was not his fault. It shows pure guts to come back on TV as quickly as he did for the 2006 show, and then it testifies to the man's character that he stays low in the limelight until the 2007 show. This man earns my respect time and again as one of those few celebrities who can avoid the tabloids for the most part, and concentrate solely on doing what he does best, no matter what the stroke may have done to him.
And that, my fellow readers, is where I'm coming from when I strive to find out how he performed, and not finding out. It's never to make a judgement call; it's to know for myself that someone has battled, is succeeding, and will not drop the things they love doing if that's possible.
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Once again, it was funny to read conflicting accounts of how well the retail shopping season would end up for last Christmas. Everyone seemed to play it cautiously into December, then you heard stories about stores possibly filing for bankruptcy.
But then whoa, hold on: It'll be a holly-jolly Christmas for sure, simply because of an article quoting a trash-hauler who says "I've never picked up this much wrapping paper before!"
To those who believed, and then read the reports today that the actual numbers hit a snag: Do what those exit pollers in the Presidential elections should be doing: Mouths shut, sensationalism down, and ears open for the facts.
It's no wonder we can't trust the media half the time - and they're supposed to be our guide to the world.
Alas, in the Entertainment news sections of both local papers, not one thing was written about how he did. Nothing about that show, or any other New Years' show. How we should approach reacting about that, I don't know.
On one hand, it might be best not to create media sensationalism over it. How often do we get tired of seeing those glorified tabloids by the check-out counters, spewing one false rumor after another? I am also sure that Dick Clark, as respectable as he is, would want to keep his condition quiet, private, and just concentrate on splitting his duties with Ryan Secrest. But positive reaction & praise for his recovery should not be muted.
To those who think he shouldn't be on TV at all, shame on you. The man has had a stroke, but so have others. The stroke was not his fault. It shows pure guts to come back on TV as quickly as he did for the 2006 show, and then it testifies to the man's character that he stays low in the limelight until the 2007 show. This man earns my respect time and again as one of those few celebrities who can avoid the tabloids for the most part, and concentrate solely on doing what he does best, no matter what the stroke may have done to him.
And that, my fellow readers, is where I'm coming from when I strive to find out how he performed, and not finding out. It's never to make a judgement call; it's to know for myself that someone has battled, is succeeding, and will not drop the things they love doing if that's possible.
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Once again, it was funny to read conflicting accounts of how well the retail shopping season would end up for last Christmas. Everyone seemed to play it cautiously into December, then you heard stories about stores possibly filing for bankruptcy.
But then whoa, hold on: It'll be a holly-jolly Christmas for sure, simply because of an article quoting a trash-hauler who says "I've never picked up this much wrapping paper before!"
To those who believed, and then read the reports today that the actual numbers hit a snag: Do what those exit pollers in the Presidential elections should be doing: Mouths shut, sensationalism down, and ears open for the facts.
It's no wonder we can't trust the media half the time - and they're supposed to be our guide to the world.
January 3, 2007
Tall tales; January 3rd
Random thought process as I enjoy the second of three straight days off work:
* I added several new links to the right, including MrBowling300.com, which shows classic bowling clips, including many I remember watching live. It's the only place to see the first two 300 games which were broadcast in the late 1960s. I had a lot of fun with this site, which I only recently discovered.
The other side is a Wikipedia compilation of "Peanuts", still perhaps my most favorite and remembered comic strip of all time. And boy, am I licking my chops on this one: this is a largely unfinished product which is begging for contributors. Over the next few months, if you check in, you'll see information being filled in my me (under the name Spiritkevin). This is a marriage of both worlds: my love for writing, and my love for the comic.
* The past ten months have been bad for parents. Steve lost both his parents last year, and word trickled to me this morning that my cousin Mike lost his mom (Sandy) on Tuesday. I hope he takes advantage of the bereavement time work can give him, though knowing him, he will try to work through it.
Big mistake, Mike. Take the time off and grieve. Sheila has told me that it's okay for men to grieve through problems, as unpolitically correct as society might make it. And she is right. You can't leave the stress bottled up inside you. Just ask me about my 2005.
Sandy had gone through a lot of suffering the past ten years, and now she is without pain. All in all, a good person who will be missed. My condolences to the family, even if she was married to that greedy uncle of mine. But we will never figure her out: She once dated Bob Seger, of all people... only to dump him because she thought he'd "never make it" with his music.
All together now: OOPS!
* I pulled off an 18-hour workshift New Year's Day on just four hours of idle sleep. I got through it better than I imagined, though it's not something I want to lobby for every day. The passenger loads are getting worse by the week, and we're back to people dropping like flies, as I've mentioned before.
* Still no word from Steve in nearly two weeks. It's been a nice silence at the house, though it's getting a bit eerie because rent payments are due. I certainly hope he doesn't disappoint.
* Matt Millen stays on as Detroit Lions president. Say hello to another 13-loss season next year, especially when he says the team has talent and is going places... hopefully, to the back pages of the sports section. This club thrives on losing, cursed or not. Add that to the two things in life we know are certain: death & taxes.
What a way to start off 2007, eh?
* I added several new links to the right, including MrBowling300.com, which shows classic bowling clips, including many I remember watching live. It's the only place to see the first two 300 games which were broadcast in the late 1960s. I had a lot of fun with this site, which I only recently discovered.
The other side is a Wikipedia compilation of "Peanuts", still perhaps my most favorite and remembered comic strip of all time. And boy, am I licking my chops on this one: this is a largely unfinished product which is begging for contributors. Over the next few months, if you check in, you'll see information being filled in my me (under the name Spiritkevin). This is a marriage of both worlds: my love for writing, and my love for the comic.
* The past ten months have been bad for parents. Steve lost both his parents last year, and word trickled to me this morning that my cousin Mike lost his mom (Sandy) on Tuesday. I hope he takes advantage of the bereavement time work can give him, though knowing him, he will try to work through it.
Big mistake, Mike. Take the time off and grieve. Sheila has told me that it's okay for men to grieve through problems, as unpolitically correct as society might make it. And she is right. You can't leave the stress bottled up inside you. Just ask me about my 2005.
Sandy had gone through a lot of suffering the past ten years, and now she is without pain. All in all, a good person who will be missed. My condolences to the family, even if she was married to that greedy uncle of mine. But we will never figure her out: She once dated Bob Seger, of all people... only to dump him because she thought he'd "never make it" with his music.
All together now: OOPS!
* I pulled off an 18-hour workshift New Year's Day on just four hours of idle sleep. I got through it better than I imagined, though it's not something I want to lobby for every day. The passenger loads are getting worse by the week, and we're back to people dropping like flies, as I've mentioned before.
* Still no word from Steve in nearly two weeks. It's been a nice silence at the house, though it's getting a bit eerie because rent payments are due. I certainly hope he doesn't disappoint.
* Matt Millen stays on as Detroit Lions president. Say hello to another 13-loss season next year, especially when he says the team has talent and is going places... hopefully, to the back pages of the sports section. This club thrives on losing, cursed or not. Add that to the two things in life we know are certain: death & taxes.
What a way to start off 2007, eh?
January 1, 2007
In a nutshell: 2006
Greetings for the New Year, everyone.
I don't make it a habit to use the word "Happy" in my New Year greeting, because to me, the New Year is the same as the old year, and I'm still not happy, nearly nine years after hitting my professional apex in life. This should be the best and most prime years in my life, and I'm not experiencing that euphoria that should be equated with my age.
Not much happened in the past year, but that is actually good news over 2005, when things went downhill and I missed five months of work due to an illness. I was at least able to put 12 good months of work in.
In January, I caught what I considered to be another case of the runny nose. It ended up lasting all year long, save for a five-day break in May. No amount of medication has been able to affect it.
I stuck with the same car all year long for the first time since 2004. It managed to avoid the repair bug until November, when everything came crashing down on it. Still, it survives.
I had resolved to make one more trip to Niagara Falls in 2006. It didn't happen, mostly because of guilt over using my last week of vacation at the expense of work suffering. I read an article in the fall about people not using vacation time because of guilt over the job, and I was laughing at their rationale. Now I laugh at myself. I'm not the loyal company man, and yet I sacrificed time off?
I had also resolved to get back into television production, my major in college. I went to a total of three events, and the fourth was cancelled with no notice. I haven't even heard from that producer in three months, so I figure all the hoopla is just that, and not concrete results. On the other hand, I put in for two positions in my dream field: however, they are in Massachusetts. To date, I've not heard any follow-up from the company.
Resolution: to finally complete my backyard gardening project I began in 2003. Not accomplished, due to finances.
I also wanted to find that one true friend. That mission has been accomplished ten-fold with Sheila. A man cannot be more lucky and fortunate.
I finally saw land west of the Mississippi as well, having visited my father in Arizona in May. It was time well spent, although it was out of my normal element. It is great to see that he and my stepmom are doing so well. Coincidentally, that is when I started this blog, which will provide lasting memories.
The stress continued unabated, and probably will so long as I work at the airport. But I still thank my lucky stars that I'm fed, clothed and sheltered. That would be a resolution I would not dare break.
So as always, I resolve for this year to go a bit more smoothly than last year. All I can say is: enjoy the ride, however bumpy it may be.ear
I don't make it a habit to use the word "Happy" in my New Year greeting, because to me, the New Year is the same as the old year, and I'm still not happy, nearly nine years after hitting my professional apex in life. This should be the best and most prime years in my life, and I'm not experiencing that euphoria that should be equated with my age.
Not much happened in the past year, but that is actually good news over 2005, when things went downhill and I missed five months of work due to an illness. I was at least able to put 12 good months of work in.
In January, I caught what I considered to be another case of the runny nose. It ended up lasting all year long, save for a five-day break in May. No amount of medication has been able to affect it.
I stuck with the same car all year long for the first time since 2004. It managed to avoid the repair bug until November, when everything came crashing down on it. Still, it survives.
I had resolved to make one more trip to Niagara Falls in 2006. It didn't happen, mostly because of guilt over using my last week of vacation at the expense of work suffering. I read an article in the fall about people not using vacation time because of guilt over the job, and I was laughing at their rationale. Now I laugh at myself. I'm not the loyal company man, and yet I sacrificed time off?
I had also resolved to get back into television production, my major in college. I went to a total of three events, and the fourth was cancelled with no notice. I haven't even heard from that producer in three months, so I figure all the hoopla is just that, and not concrete results. On the other hand, I put in for two positions in my dream field: however, they are in Massachusetts. To date, I've not heard any follow-up from the company.
Resolution: to finally complete my backyard gardening project I began in 2003. Not accomplished, due to finances.
I also wanted to find that one true friend. That mission has been accomplished ten-fold with Sheila. A man cannot be more lucky and fortunate.
I finally saw land west of the Mississippi as well, having visited my father in Arizona in May. It was time well spent, although it was out of my normal element. It is great to see that he and my stepmom are doing so well. Coincidentally, that is when I started this blog, which will provide lasting memories.
The stress continued unabated, and probably will so long as I work at the airport. But I still thank my lucky stars that I'm fed, clothed and sheltered. That would be a resolution I would not dare break.
So as always, I resolve for this year to go a bit more smoothly than last year. All I can say is: enjoy the ride, however bumpy it may be.ear
December 29, 2006
Signs would ward off questions
I travelled back in time today, reluctantly, to the oil embargo of 33 years ago. Running low on fuel, I stopped by that gas station with the funny name of "Fusion" (you know, the one I said looked like "Tucson" from afar).
Pulling into pump station 2, I went inside and the attendant greeted me, like normal. I asked for gas, and he said "We're out."
Great. The first thing I thought of was Steve's bad luck rubbing off on me. Remember, he's the one who couldn't get a Whopper at Burger King, although they had hamburgers... I then said what I always say in situations like this: "Why don't you put up a sign that says 'No Gas'?"
The attendant ended up giving me that same quizzical look that everyone gives me whenever I suggest a sign be posted -- for customers' convenience.
Why the quizzical look? Since the station had a convenience store attached, I can see why they didn't shut it down. But don't they make most of their money with gasoline transactions? Wouldn't I see the pump nozzles draped with plastic bags, signifying they're out of something? And how about that sign, anyway?
You can bet I had to mince my words when he added to the excuse: "We just ran out of gas half-an-hour ago." How convienent. He saw me park at the pump, and yet had no clue I was about to order gas?
I wonder how many people, just in the hour that has lapsed since I went there, have come in, only to be duped into thinking there is gas on premises, when in fact there's not. Many people I'm sure would have the same reactions, and may not even be as tactful addressing the situation. Whether the attendant likes the (negative) customer attention remains to be seen, but you'd think he'd get tired of answering that same question the rest of the afternoon.
But you never know about those working in the petroleum business. Something tells me they're not on the level of regular humankind on a regular basis.
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Speaking of vehicles, isn't it almost every week that you read about some type of safety recall? It affected Sheila's Jeep yesterday, which cancelled her plans to come here tonight. This, along with a screwy internet connection, really made her stew. So today, she offered me movie tickets to go with her to see Happy Feet, the penguin movie.
Boy, were my feet, and the rest of me, happy! No one can question me now about my appreciation for penguins. I inherited my mother's penguin collection when she passed on, and now they're the focus of some heartwarming movies in the past year. I received two penguin cards and a stuffed penguin this Christmas.
I'm simply carrying on my mother's tradition, and I know she's probably smiling in approval - of both the penguins and Sheila. She is a truly rare gem to me; an outstanding human being. And I am happier and more complete as a result.
Pulling into pump station 2, I went inside and the attendant greeted me, like normal. I asked for gas, and he said "We're out."
Great. The first thing I thought of was Steve's bad luck rubbing off on me. Remember, he's the one who couldn't get a Whopper at Burger King, although they had hamburgers... I then said what I always say in situations like this: "Why don't you put up a sign that says 'No Gas'?"
The attendant ended up giving me that same quizzical look that everyone gives me whenever I suggest a sign be posted -- for customers' convenience.
Why the quizzical look? Since the station had a convenience store attached, I can see why they didn't shut it down. But don't they make most of their money with gasoline transactions? Wouldn't I see the pump nozzles draped with plastic bags, signifying they're out of something? And how about that sign, anyway?
You can bet I had to mince my words when he added to the excuse: "We just ran out of gas half-an-hour ago." How convienent. He saw me park at the pump, and yet had no clue I was about to order gas?
I wonder how many people, just in the hour that has lapsed since I went there, have come in, only to be duped into thinking there is gas on premises, when in fact there's not. Many people I'm sure would have the same reactions, and may not even be as tactful addressing the situation. Whether the attendant likes the (negative) customer attention remains to be seen, but you'd think he'd get tired of answering that same question the rest of the afternoon.
But you never know about those working in the petroleum business. Something tells me they're not on the level of regular humankind on a regular basis.
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Speaking of vehicles, isn't it almost every week that you read about some type of safety recall? It affected Sheila's Jeep yesterday, which cancelled her plans to come here tonight. This, along with a screwy internet connection, really made her stew. So today, she offered me movie tickets to go with her to see Happy Feet, the penguin movie.
Boy, were my feet, and the rest of me, happy! No one can question me now about my appreciation for penguins. I inherited my mother's penguin collection when she passed on, and now they're the focus of some heartwarming movies in the past year. I received two penguin cards and a stuffed penguin this Christmas.
I'm simply carrying on my mother's tradition, and I know she's probably smiling in approval - of both the penguins and Sheila. She is a truly rare gem to me; an outstanding human being. And I am happier and more complete as a result.
December 28, 2006
Pardon the phone troubles
For those who know my phone number and are trying to get a hold of me, please rest assured I am okay. Issues with the service have increased greatly in the last three days, even with a new phone unit in place. I am not ignoring anyone; the phone company is the ignorant one, as they can't provide quality service!
I hope to have an answer by the end of the week. In the meantime, please be patient - I do appreciate it.
I hope to have an answer by the end of the week. In the meantime, please be patient - I do appreciate it.
Hypocrite alert!
First, two disclaimers:
One, the passive mind reserves the right to re-remember entry themes that he's forgotten about...
Two, although my promise was not to get too morally preachy, sometimes you have to do what's needed.
Does Saddam Hussein deserve the death penalty for those hideous crimes of 1982 he was convicted of? Not to mention everything else he may have done during his years in power? In my opinion, absolutely. Now, without naming who caused the latest uproar, a source claims it is immoral to give him the death penalty because of all the deaths he caused. Why is it immoral? No one should be put to death by premeditated means.
Okay. Then why do we have killings all over the world every day?
Florida (I believe it was) has suspended their execution program because one of their lethal injections went awry. The scene was supposedly gruesome, as it took two injections to kill off the convicted killer. But didn't this person deserve something gruesome after the way he killed off his victims years ago? I mean, didn't they, as well as their families, go through the same mental anguish that anybody would?
I always say that the punishment fits the crime. The system can be too lenient on those who break every law in the book - which explains why the prison system is so overcrowded. Executions may be botched, as nobody's perfect; but for one brief instance, think about the crime committed. Doesn't the killer deserve a taste of his/her own medicine so they can go to the grave with that thought in mind?
I don't advocate a torturous society at all. There shouldn't be ANY killings going on. But in an imperfect world, we have to acknowledge that crimes do happen for ridiculous reasons. Punishments also have to be acknowledged, however. The whole cycle of crime is immoral. Heck, we live in an immoral world. Society is doing what they can to rid the world of the worst criminals. Now, a minority says to turn the other cheek?
That's like turning a blind eye to the problem!
Please, let things turn out as they may. We are not perfect, but in these instances, society is trying to act in the interests of fairness.
And that's still a human virtue... or so I thought.
One, the passive mind reserves the right to re-remember entry themes that he's forgotten about...
Two, although my promise was not to get too morally preachy, sometimes you have to do what's needed.
Does Saddam Hussein deserve the death penalty for those hideous crimes of 1982 he was convicted of? Not to mention everything else he may have done during his years in power? In my opinion, absolutely. Now, without naming who caused the latest uproar, a source claims it is immoral to give him the death penalty because of all the deaths he caused. Why is it immoral? No one should be put to death by premeditated means.
Okay. Then why do we have killings all over the world every day?
Florida (I believe it was) has suspended their execution program because one of their lethal injections went awry. The scene was supposedly gruesome, as it took two injections to kill off the convicted killer. But didn't this person deserve something gruesome after the way he killed off his victims years ago? I mean, didn't they, as well as their families, go through the same mental anguish that anybody would?
I always say that the punishment fits the crime. The system can be too lenient on those who break every law in the book - which explains why the prison system is so overcrowded. Executions may be botched, as nobody's perfect; but for one brief instance, think about the crime committed. Doesn't the killer deserve a taste of his/her own medicine so they can go to the grave with that thought in mind?
I don't advocate a torturous society at all. There shouldn't be ANY killings going on. But in an imperfect world, we have to acknowledge that crimes do happen for ridiculous reasons. Punishments also have to be acknowledged, however. The whole cycle of crime is immoral. Heck, we live in an immoral world. Society is doing what they can to rid the world of the worst criminals. Now, a minority says to turn the other cheek?
That's like turning a blind eye to the problem!
Please, let things turn out as they may. We are not perfect, but in these instances, society is trying to act in the interests of fairness.
And that's still a human virtue... or so I thought.
December 27, 2006
Convienent, online history
Sometimes, I shake my head as the power of the internet is ignored or rebuffed in one way: local cities around here don't take the time to gather historical photos & artifacts, and put them online.
Having lived in Southgate for 28 of my 35 years, I would consider myself knowledgeable in the city's history. Most of what I remember stems from exactly that: memory, not photographic evidence. The rare times I have glimpsed at photographs, I'm proud to say that my recollections are mostly accurate. But why aren't these photos placed online so that people who now live out of town or cannot go to the city museum (such as myself) can appreciate the history?
I've been researching the one local mall (Southgate Shopping Center) recently. It actually has a page dedicated to it on Wikipedia, and I was appalled at the inaccuracies I knew were there. So what did I do? I joined Wikipedia, and proceeded to add some useless tidbits of information, like mall color schemes, store lineups, and such. Now this is all from memory, and is there actual photographic evidence to back my claims? Unfortunately not. However, you can read the entry here.
Having lived in Southgate for 28 of my 35 years, I would consider myself knowledgeable in the city's history. Most of what I remember stems from exactly that: memory, not photographic evidence. The rare times I have glimpsed at photographs, I'm proud to say that my recollections are mostly accurate. But why aren't these photos placed online so that people who now live out of town or cannot go to the city museum (such as myself) can appreciate the history?
I've been researching the one local mall (Southgate Shopping Center) recently. It actually has a page dedicated to it on Wikipedia, and I was appalled at the inaccuracies I knew were there. So what did I do? I joined Wikipedia, and proceeded to add some useless tidbits of information, like mall color schemes, store lineups, and such. Now this is all from memory, and is there actual photographic evidence to back my claims? Unfortunately not. However, you can read the entry here.
Heck, it took a real stroke of dumb luck to find an old photo of Southland Mall, the nearest major mall to my old neighborhood:
It should not be so darned difficult to find photos other than these! Why is that, I wonder? I know they exist: I saw an entire display of them about 13 years ago during an anniversary celebration!
You can even take that rotten airport building I work at: it was built in 1958, and has been out of date for twenty years plus. But in its day, it was sleek and state-of-the art. Visitors could roam everywhere. Every square inch of space was utilized properly. Passengers today shrug at that and say the dingy terminal they go through is the only way they remember it. I'm tempted to agree, simply because no one promotes any photos to prove the evidence. Again, the ones I had (which I can't call up right now) only came from a wild search on the computer that took nearly an hour.
It may be easy for me to say, since I hosted a local history show in 1995-96. But people's hearts are always warmed by memories of the past. And why we turn our backs on the past, I have no clue. Yes, we must move forward... but without our past, we would have no "present".
The past got us this far... let's acknowledge it in the most worthy way possible.
December 25, 2006
Mom always liked quantity
My mother's favorite Christmas saying to me in her later years was "Remember, quantity, not quality" when she was referring to Christmas presents. Of course, she meant this as a light-hearted joke.
However, just observing the huge amount of wrapping paper gone through this house in the last ten days, I feel like she did. Not since she was alive have I received so much for one holiday.
From my father and stepmom, some great, practical things: Christmas cookies of course, but also some new pajamas; South Park paraphenilia; a World Almanac; a new winter coat to replace that MSU jacket that's two sizes too small; a new raincoat which may come in handy at work; and some new portraits of them, among other things. Your generosity has been most surprising and much appreciated this season... thank you both.
Sheila just left, and she didn't disappoint for sure. In addition to candles and a felt-covered journal (I haven't kept one since 1982), she sent me a personal engraving showing just how much friendship means to her. "Best Friends" in fact. This is very high praise indeed. She would still be here now if I didn't have to work in the morning!
Lisa also sent me a token to remind me of my mom (talk about something out of left field; totally unexpected) and a very nice card... and the best present has been Steve not being home for the holiday as he is house-sitting for his sister.
Add to that ten Christmas cards I received in lieu of me not sending any this year, and this holiday ranks among the best I've had in years. It's a shame my greedy uncle had to steal my Christmas decorations (some of which dated from the 1950s), which has resulted in me not decorating anything... but in 2006, I consider that a small price to pay.
Since not everyone chats online, and given the phone problems I'm having, I'd like to use this space to express my sincere thanks for making this Christmas one to remember. Your efforts to cheer me this season will never be taken in vain and will always be remembered & treasured.
Thank you one and all.
- Kevin
However, just observing the huge amount of wrapping paper gone through this house in the last ten days, I feel like she did. Not since she was alive have I received so much for one holiday.
From my father and stepmom, some great, practical things: Christmas cookies of course, but also some new pajamas; South Park paraphenilia; a World Almanac; a new winter coat to replace that MSU jacket that's two sizes too small; a new raincoat which may come in handy at work; and some new portraits of them, among other things. Your generosity has been most surprising and much appreciated this season... thank you both.
Sheila just left, and she didn't disappoint for sure. In addition to candles and a felt-covered journal (I haven't kept one since 1982), she sent me a personal engraving showing just how much friendship means to her. "Best Friends" in fact. This is very high praise indeed. She would still be here now if I didn't have to work in the morning!
Lisa also sent me a token to remind me of my mom (talk about something out of left field; totally unexpected) and a very nice card... and the best present has been Steve not being home for the holiday as he is house-sitting for his sister.
Add to that ten Christmas cards I received in lieu of me not sending any this year, and this holiday ranks among the best I've had in years. It's a shame my greedy uncle had to steal my Christmas decorations (some of which dated from the 1950s), which has resulted in me not decorating anything... but in 2006, I consider that a small price to pay.
Since not everyone chats online, and given the phone problems I'm having, I'd like to use this space to express my sincere thanks for making this Christmas one to remember. Your efforts to cheer me this season will never be taken in vain and will always be remembered & treasured.
Thank you one and all.
- Kevin
December 24, 2006
Ghosts of Christmas past
While my brain has been out to lunch for the holidays (A.K.A. the "Passive Mind" has passed out), here are three photos from the archives of me from Christmas holidays past. Through total dumb luck, I was able to rescue these from the rinds of the computer and share them with you.
(Top left) -- Myself from 1973 with one of those pull toys, called "The Bee Says". The alphabet was on it, and wherever the bee was pointing to when you pulled the string, it announced that letter. I still have it; I took it out this past summer, but it sounded garbled. Where's the 30-year warranty?!
(Top Right) -- Myself in 1977, the last Christmas in the house I first grew up in over in Southgate. You would never see me beaming with more pride than I did here!
(Bottom) -- Of course, pride only goes so far. You've heard of the term "geeked"... well, this was me in 1994 when I received the Beavis & Butthead game for the old Sega Genesis video system (it proved to be too darn hard). This may have been more a sarcastic smile, as my mom wasn't a fan of the show. My dad, however, has turned into something else in that regard and LOVES annoying my stepmom about it.
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Right now, I'm awaiting Sheila's arrival, but she's running late. She promises a very good Christmas for me... and that's something I need, what with the money frustrations and all. Hope I can post tomorrow, but if not: MERRY CHRISTMAS!
December 19, 2006
Dog lovers, beware
Pet transportation at the airport is now reaching its holiday peak. I could never understand why we are transporting pets in the first place, since shipping them by aircraft can cost more than a reputable kennel could. I suppose it's up to the passenger, but I would think a kennel would be less disorienting than literally flying blind, 30,000 feet above ground.
Still, it's our policy to take them. I don't like dealing with them at any level, especially since the German Shepherd mix two doors west of me constantly wakes me up with his unnecessary barking.
I absolutely draw the line, however, at handling pit bull cages. I'm sorry, but I believe the pit bull is a breed that should be put out of existence permanently.
Examine this essay I wrote in December 2005 (this time last year) in my personal computer blog:
"... Here is a breed of dog that will likely never be fully domesticated, because it is totally unpredictable. According to a study shown on CDC.ORG, pit bulls were responsible for nearly 1/3rd of dog attacks on human beings between 1979 and 1996; over sixty in all.
In the past three years, I recall at least four cases in the Metro Detroit area where a child or elderly person is walking around, minding their own business, when a pit bull escapes its leash and runs over to attack, with no previous provocation by the human in question.
Doesn't that share at least some similarity to shooting off a gun at a random person in the neighborhood?
We recently received a pit bull cage at the airport over the 2005 holidays. Asked to take it off the shelf and put it on a cart, I refused and walked away. I wasn't ignoring my duties. I just used common sense, which meant I know better. Those cages are not going to hold those pets in, if they want to be aggressive. And we're total strangers, so that increases the odds.
We should fear anything that can attack us - it's not just limited to chemical weapons or foes with guns. Pit bulls are just too aggressive for their own good. Face it: some things in life, we don't have control over; we'll never tame all the wild animals in this world.
We need to get rid of the ones we have no control over, because our safety in this confusing world is more vital than ever."
It didn't help today that the dog's owner was poking fun of my fear of these animals. Who is he to say what I'm afraid of or not?
He may love the dog, but it doesn't mean everyone else has to.
Still, it's our policy to take them. I don't like dealing with them at any level, especially since the German Shepherd mix two doors west of me constantly wakes me up with his unnecessary barking.
I absolutely draw the line, however, at handling pit bull cages. I'm sorry, but I believe the pit bull is a breed that should be put out of existence permanently.
Examine this essay I wrote in December 2005 (this time last year) in my personal computer blog:
"... Here is a breed of dog that will likely never be fully domesticated, because it is totally unpredictable. According to a study shown on CDC.ORG, pit bulls were responsible for nearly 1/3rd of dog attacks on human beings between 1979 and 1996; over sixty in all.
In the past three years, I recall at least four cases in the Metro Detroit area where a child or elderly person is walking around, minding their own business, when a pit bull escapes its leash and runs over to attack, with no previous provocation by the human in question.
Doesn't that share at least some similarity to shooting off a gun at a random person in the neighborhood?
We recently received a pit bull cage at the airport over the 2005 holidays. Asked to take it off the shelf and put it on a cart, I refused and walked away. I wasn't ignoring my duties. I just used common sense, which meant I know better. Those cages are not going to hold those pets in, if they want to be aggressive. And we're total strangers, so that increases the odds.
We should fear anything that can attack us - it's not just limited to chemical weapons or foes with guns. Pit bulls are just too aggressive for their own good. Face it: some things in life, we don't have control over; we'll never tame all the wild animals in this world.
We need to get rid of the ones we have no control over, because our safety in this confusing world is more vital than ever."
It didn't help today that the dog's owner was poking fun of my fear of these animals. Who is he to say what I'm afraid of or not?
He may love the dog, but it doesn't mean everyone else has to.
Song timing in bad taste
Also this morning, a major disappointment and loss of respect for one of the radio stations playing Christmas music.
You would find it hard to imagine the necessity of either censoring, or outright banning, any Christmas music, since it's supposed to gear one's self to the holiday. But this morning bears an exception to the rule.
Why did the station find it necessary to play "Weird Al" Yankovich's "Christmas At Ground Zero?" Granted, the song was created prior to 9/11, and no one in his right mind could have predicted the tragedy that occurred that day. But now, with the title "ground zero" having one underlying definition, any use of that term other than the respectful one it now commands makes it sound very disturbing to me.
"Ground Zero" will now always mean the former World Trade Center to me. Let's just say it will always pop up if I play a game of Word Association.
The song needs to be retired from the playlists due to the tragedy. I'm just hoping they don't dare try playing that song in the New York City area.
Highly, highly disrespectful in this day & age.
You would find it hard to imagine the necessity of either censoring, or outright banning, any Christmas music, since it's supposed to gear one's self to the holiday. But this morning bears an exception to the rule.
Why did the station find it necessary to play "Weird Al" Yankovich's "Christmas At Ground Zero?" Granted, the song was created prior to 9/11, and no one in his right mind could have predicted the tragedy that occurred that day. But now, with the title "ground zero" having one underlying definition, any use of that term other than the respectful one it now commands makes it sound very disturbing to me.
"Ground Zero" will now always mean the former World Trade Center to me. Let's just say it will always pop up if I play a game of Word Association.
The song needs to be retired from the playlists due to the tragedy. I'm just hoping they don't dare try playing that song in the New York City area.
Highly, highly disrespectful in this day & age.
December 18, 2006
"Illegal" trinkets still hang
Have any members of my family been known law-breakers? No one I know has been jailed for anything, or have had anything worse than traffic tickets sent their way.
Unknowingly, however, have there been law-breakers? Yes, many... including myself.
A not-often-cited law in Michigan prohibits a vehicle owner from hanging anything from their rear-view mirror, saying it will obstruct the driver's vision or distract from the actual driving. Driving home from work today after passing a car that had a wedding garter hanging from it, I remembered various cars holding these trinkets on the mirrors.
The first one I remembered was from the early 70s, where my aunt hung a stuffed dog that actually resembled a pinata. Fascinated with things in motion, I remember enjoying the dog move with every turn of her car. As I got into high school and received rides home from classmates, every one of them had something hanging from the mirror; whether it be beads or photos of the latest heavy-metal hero.
I've gotten into it, briefly, as I went through a "fuzzy dice" phase, then had a few air fresheners hang from them. And my late grandmother, one who refused to give up driving and household chores until she was forced, had her mirror literally filled with all her grandchildren's graduation tassels. Would the state pull her over for that? Evidentally so.
Within reason, I sometimes question why this law exists. If we go overboard on clutter, I can understand. If it jingles, or smacks the windshield, or moves too much, I understand that, too. But one graduation tassel? A small air-freshener? Even one of those imitation diamond balls hung from a long string that my mother wanted me to have one time? I couldn't believe her shock when I told her no, and she didn't buy my explanation as to why: I knew these were illegal.
But on some conservative trinkets, I don't know why. Take those hanging fresheners, designed to hang from the mirror. Where else could they go?
Like I'm fond of saying: "Why not extend the law to everything?" If you pull down the sun visor, doesn't that block vision? What about the wipers when you use them? Don't they move all over?
Now I have no need to hang anything from the mirror. My car will always smell like hell no matter what I put in there. But for the responsible driver who heeds the vision requirements and promotes no offense by placing something simple on the mirror to promote self-expression?
I think the law is short-sighted to them.
Unknowingly, however, have there been law-breakers? Yes, many... including myself.
A not-often-cited law in Michigan prohibits a vehicle owner from hanging anything from their rear-view mirror, saying it will obstruct the driver's vision or distract from the actual driving. Driving home from work today after passing a car that had a wedding garter hanging from it, I remembered various cars holding these trinkets on the mirrors.
The first one I remembered was from the early 70s, where my aunt hung a stuffed dog that actually resembled a pinata. Fascinated with things in motion, I remember enjoying the dog move with every turn of her car. As I got into high school and received rides home from classmates, every one of them had something hanging from the mirror; whether it be beads or photos of the latest heavy-metal hero.
I've gotten into it, briefly, as I went through a "fuzzy dice" phase, then had a few air fresheners hang from them. And my late grandmother, one who refused to give up driving and household chores until she was forced, had her mirror literally filled with all her grandchildren's graduation tassels. Would the state pull her over for that? Evidentally so.
Within reason, I sometimes question why this law exists. If we go overboard on clutter, I can understand. If it jingles, or smacks the windshield, or moves too much, I understand that, too. But one graduation tassel? A small air-freshener? Even one of those imitation diamond balls hung from a long string that my mother wanted me to have one time? I couldn't believe her shock when I told her no, and she didn't buy my explanation as to why: I knew these were illegal.
But on some conservative trinkets, I don't know why. Take those hanging fresheners, designed to hang from the mirror. Where else could they go?
Like I'm fond of saying: "Why not extend the law to everything?" If you pull down the sun visor, doesn't that block vision? What about the wipers when you use them? Don't they move all over?
Now I have no need to hang anything from the mirror. My car will always smell like hell no matter what I put in there. But for the responsible driver who heeds the vision requirements and promotes no offense by placing something simple on the mirror to promote self-expression?
I think the law is short-sighted to them.
December 17, 2006
Our "Coat Of Arms"
The latest running gag in our house is defining a hammer as an equalizer; a revenge-maker; a coat-of-arms. In other words, nothing that malfunctions in this house seems to survive intact.
I will admit that my roommate, Steve, has a bad temper at times; yet at the same time he bottles up his feelings on occassion. But just when all gets its worst, something breaks down or doesn't work in the house, and out comes the hammer to do its thing.
In the past year alone, two cigarette-makers of his, plus a defective wireless computer keyboard, accompanying wireless mouse, and a VCR have bit the dust. The plastic cigarette-maker was destroyed in just ten seconds; the all-metal one took nearly five minutes of pounding before any defects were noticed. It took about that long to clean all the displaced computer keys off the back porch as they were scattered everywhere, and a hungry cat would have been repulsed at how the computer mouse look once deformed.
The VCR destruction was a seasonal treat; as Steve calmly went about his "business", he was joyfully whistling "Let It Snow". Talk about self-satisfaction! He does enjoy pummeling useless, inanimate objects that have no way to react.
Alas, I became more than merely a spectator today: I became the aggressor. My old cordless phone went down last week, and boy did the temper rise when I found out I couldn't call Sheila to let her know I was running late for a dinner date yesterday. Logic before destruction, however, was my thinking as I simply went out to get the battery replaced.
No such luck. The salesperson literally laughed at me, saying they never saw that type of battery before. In the world of technology, anything older than three years old apparently qualifies for Social Security. I had to blow an additional $15 to get a replacement unit.
Needless to say, I wasn't happy upon coming home. That's when Steve egged me on: why not take the frustrations out on something? It was comical! We did a formal march to the backyard, with me holding the old phone in bitter respect, and Steve calling out commands, hammer in hand. I asked for some music, and strains of "Let It Snow" echoed again, as I took hammer to useless utensil.
It only took thirty seconds, but I must admit: it felt good. The little guy has to partake in his revenge every now and then, to keep his self-respect. I kept that, plus a good laugh on a day I sorely needed one.
I will admit that my roommate, Steve, has a bad temper at times; yet at the same time he bottles up his feelings on occassion. But just when all gets its worst, something breaks down or doesn't work in the house, and out comes the hammer to do its thing.
In the past year alone, two cigarette-makers of his, plus a defective wireless computer keyboard, accompanying wireless mouse, and a VCR have bit the dust. The plastic cigarette-maker was destroyed in just ten seconds; the all-metal one took nearly five minutes of pounding before any defects were noticed. It took about that long to clean all the displaced computer keys off the back porch as they were scattered everywhere, and a hungry cat would have been repulsed at how the computer mouse look once deformed.
The VCR destruction was a seasonal treat; as Steve calmly went about his "business", he was joyfully whistling "Let It Snow". Talk about self-satisfaction! He does enjoy pummeling useless, inanimate objects that have no way to react.
Alas, I became more than merely a spectator today: I became the aggressor. My old cordless phone went down last week, and boy did the temper rise when I found out I couldn't call Sheila to let her know I was running late for a dinner date yesterday. Logic before destruction, however, was my thinking as I simply went out to get the battery replaced.
No such luck. The salesperson literally laughed at me, saying they never saw that type of battery before. In the world of technology, anything older than three years old apparently qualifies for Social Security. I had to blow an additional $15 to get a replacement unit.
Needless to say, I wasn't happy upon coming home. That's when Steve egged me on: why not take the frustrations out on something? It was comical! We did a formal march to the backyard, with me holding the old phone in bitter respect, and Steve calling out commands, hammer in hand. I asked for some music, and strains of "Let It Snow" echoed again, as I took hammer to useless utensil.
It only took thirty seconds, but I must admit: it felt good. The little guy has to partake in his revenge every now and then, to keep his self-respect. I kept that, plus a good laugh on a day I sorely needed one.
December 16, 2006
Getting long in the teeth
Since losing the World Series, the Detroit Tigers lost their only reliable left-handed reliever, Jamie Walker, to Baltimore. The talk around town has been for the club to audition any lefthander with a pulse for the 2007 team. In baseball, the pitching has become so specific in role definition that no club these days can be without a late-inning, lefty specialist.
So who do we sign? Uh, a guy that throws with the wrong arm... and a guy who's closer to Social Security than myself: Jose Mesa.
All of a sudden, the calls for a lefty in the bullpen have died down to a dull roar (good club analogy). But take away the starters, and what lefthander can you find to meet those situations I mentioned? Nobody in particular, and the "waiver wire" looks awfully thin at first glance. Don't they have enough power righthanders in the bullpen, i.e. Joel Zumaya and Fernando Rodney?
Manager Jim Leyland described them as being literal lefthanded specialists, given their outstanding respective seasons. But baseball has long been an odds-playing game, especially in this era, and do we continue to defy the odds in order to see whether the ballclub can succeed?
I get the feeling this ballclub is getting long in the tooth, as well. They talk about giving shortstop Carlos Guillen an extension, but he'd be 35 by its end, and it looks like he's a first baseman in the future. Where's the young shortstop to replace him? Pudge Rodriguez is in his late 30s, Kenny Rogers is 42, Magglio Ordonez is fast approaching his mid-30s. Mesa is 40, and never mind the fact he's a fitness freak. Bodies tend to break down around that age.
We waited nineteen years to get a pennant winner in this town. It would be a damn shame to have it be a one-time-only special because some bodies can't make it through six months.
So who do we sign? Uh, a guy that throws with the wrong arm... and a guy who's closer to Social Security than myself: Jose Mesa.
All of a sudden, the calls for a lefty in the bullpen have died down to a dull roar (good club analogy). But take away the starters, and what lefthander can you find to meet those situations I mentioned? Nobody in particular, and the "waiver wire" looks awfully thin at first glance. Don't they have enough power righthanders in the bullpen, i.e. Joel Zumaya and Fernando Rodney?
Manager Jim Leyland described them as being literal lefthanded specialists, given their outstanding respective seasons. But baseball has long been an odds-playing game, especially in this era, and do we continue to defy the odds in order to see whether the ballclub can succeed?
I get the feeling this ballclub is getting long in the tooth, as well. They talk about giving shortstop Carlos Guillen an extension, but he'd be 35 by its end, and it looks like he's a first baseman in the future. Where's the young shortstop to replace him? Pudge Rodriguez is in his late 30s, Kenny Rogers is 42, Magglio Ordonez is fast approaching his mid-30s. Mesa is 40, and never mind the fact he's a fitness freak. Bodies tend to break down around that age.
We waited nineteen years to get a pennant winner in this town. It would be a damn shame to have it be a one-time-only special because some bodies can't make it through six months.
December 15, 2006
The story never ends
I have had a pet project 15 years in the making that never seems to go past first base.
As down-in-the-dumps as Detroit has been for generations, it perhaps hit its lowest point in the early 1990s, when the controversial Coleman Young was at his worst; provoking combat with virtually anyone that didn't share his narrow-minded views on how the city should be run. He was more antagonistic than usual because much dirt was being dug on him at this time.
Having laughed for years about the micro-mismanagement of Detroit politics, I set out to write a book about how, with a few more wrong moves mixed in, Young could completely destroy the city and make it a laughingstock. The book was mostly fact, but part fiction, as it saw Young from an even more exaggerated standpoint than he was in real life.
Most Detroiters would recognize where my point of origin was in this book: the year he appeared on ABC's "Prime Time Live" and proceeded to lose his temper on the air when tough questions were posed (1991). That was also the year some good parody columns appeared in the newspaper, fantasizing about a conversation between Young and the big names in Detroit at the time.
So, with nothing but humor and self-satisfaction in mind, I set out to do the book. Fifteen years later, it still lays unfinished; having been largely untouched since I attempted a complete rewrite in 2004. Alas, unfinished it remains, as some of the events I listed happened at different times and some of the people were not identified properly.
I mentioned the book to Sheila as a throwaway comment, but she picked up on it immediately and said it would be a life's goal for me to finish it. Perhaps she might be right.
I've been known as a creative writer for several years and have always enjoyed writing books & articles. But for some reason, this book in progress keeps me from trying out new material. In contrast, I'll leave four or five household projects in limbo to start on a sixth; yet the creative process won't work that way for me.
Perhaps now would be a good time for me to dust off the gray matter in my head and get plugging away at it. If the process only works one way, it will be the only way to see what else I can pen and enjoy, either on my own or with others.
As down-in-the-dumps as Detroit has been for generations, it perhaps hit its lowest point in the early 1990s, when the controversial Coleman Young was at his worst; provoking combat with virtually anyone that didn't share his narrow-minded views on how the city should be run. He was more antagonistic than usual because much dirt was being dug on him at this time.
Having laughed for years about the micro-mismanagement of Detroit politics, I set out to write a book about how, with a few more wrong moves mixed in, Young could completely destroy the city and make it a laughingstock. The book was mostly fact, but part fiction, as it saw Young from an even more exaggerated standpoint than he was in real life.
Most Detroiters would recognize where my point of origin was in this book: the year he appeared on ABC's "Prime Time Live" and proceeded to lose his temper on the air when tough questions were posed (1991). That was also the year some good parody columns appeared in the newspaper, fantasizing about a conversation between Young and the big names in Detroit at the time.
So, with nothing but humor and self-satisfaction in mind, I set out to do the book. Fifteen years later, it still lays unfinished; having been largely untouched since I attempted a complete rewrite in 2004. Alas, unfinished it remains, as some of the events I listed happened at different times and some of the people were not identified properly.
I mentioned the book to Sheila as a throwaway comment, but she picked up on it immediately and said it would be a life's goal for me to finish it. Perhaps she might be right.
I've been known as a creative writer for several years and have always enjoyed writing books & articles. But for some reason, this book in progress keeps me from trying out new material. In contrast, I'll leave four or five household projects in limbo to start on a sixth; yet the creative process won't work that way for me.
Perhaps now would be a good time for me to dust off the gray matter in my head and get plugging away at it. If the process only works one way, it will be the only way to see what else I can pen and enjoy, either on my own or with others.
December 14, 2006
Where to go for "talk"
I have stated before that I am a music nut. But I've never stated I'm a fan of a lot of the things radio does.
Sheila brought over a DVD she made while taping segments of the local morning show prank-calling unsuspecting listeners. While I must agree that some of the segments we listened to yesterday were quite funny and are often elaborate, I often wonder why radio is so hell-bent on trying to entertain listeners with a team of talkers, who seem to talk about everything I don't find very interesting.
Most likely, I'm a victim of age & stubborness (and I better start recycling that excuse for use in later years), only preferring my "talk" from reputable sources, such as local station WWJ, with an all-news format. Even that station took a long time to grow on me, as my mother listened to it religiously.
Mom and I would be out & about while running errands, with the news endlessly repeating itself in the course of the journey. My parents lost track of popular music earlier in their lives, and that happens everywhere when you group two different generations together. In my early 20s at the time, what would I do when I drove off on my own? Immediately turn it to a music station in an attempt to cleanse my mind! Now please note: this was not a slight against my own mother; but a college student wouldn't be seen favorably listening to a news station ("I heard we have a 50% chance of rain today." "Kevin, who cares; did you hear the latest Bon Jovi song?"). With time, that has changed -- and it beats getting the newspaper every day, as the radio news is more instantaneous.
I do not discourage the efforts of those on morning radio shows harping on about celebrity misfires, prank callers, Santa Claus impersonators, and the like; it's just not something that charges my brain mentally each morning. I prefer good old-fashioned music in my mornings. I am, after all, the poor soul with a song replaying endlessly in my mind all day, not a comedy routine.
By the way, the best comedy routines were the old ones on radio from the 1940s and 50s. I don't understand why none of the local stations here broadcast those classics anymore. Talk about being riveted to the receiver!
Sheila brought over a DVD she made while taping segments of the local morning show prank-calling unsuspecting listeners. While I must agree that some of the segments we listened to yesterday were quite funny and are often elaborate, I often wonder why radio is so hell-bent on trying to entertain listeners with a team of talkers, who seem to talk about everything I don't find very interesting.
Most likely, I'm a victim of age & stubborness (and I better start recycling that excuse for use in later years), only preferring my "talk" from reputable sources, such as local station WWJ, with an all-news format. Even that station took a long time to grow on me, as my mother listened to it religiously.
Mom and I would be out & about while running errands, with the news endlessly repeating itself in the course of the journey. My parents lost track of popular music earlier in their lives, and that happens everywhere when you group two different generations together. In my early 20s at the time, what would I do when I drove off on my own? Immediately turn it to a music station in an attempt to cleanse my mind! Now please note: this was not a slight against my own mother; but a college student wouldn't be seen favorably listening to a news station ("I heard we have a 50% chance of rain today." "Kevin, who cares; did you hear the latest Bon Jovi song?"). With time, that has changed -- and it beats getting the newspaper every day, as the radio news is more instantaneous.
I do not discourage the efforts of those on morning radio shows harping on about celebrity misfires, prank callers, Santa Claus impersonators, and the like; it's just not something that charges my brain mentally each morning. I prefer good old-fashioned music in my mornings. I am, after all, the poor soul with a song replaying endlessly in my mind all day, not a comedy routine.
By the way, the best comedy routines were the old ones on radio from the 1940s and 50s. I don't understand why none of the local stations here broadcast those classics anymore. Talk about being riveted to the receiver!
December 13, 2006
Buy stock in Rubbermaid
... This is only said due to an interesting revelation while buying a poinsetta for Sheila this morning. I was tempted to also buy one for the house here, thanks to a display table which screamed out "$4.99" for everything on the table.
Taking it to customer service, however, it was rang up as $12.99, which would have deflated the budget. Was the poinsetta misplaced? Absolutely not. It was just unfortunately placed inside a plain plastic holder with a snowman on it, which jumped the cost an unbelieveable seven dollars!
I have bought flowers in similiar plastic containers before (save the design), and they end up thrown out. How can a simple plastic part cost seven dollars extra? For a simple design? What happens to that part when the flower passes on? I don't see that as a prop to use year after year.
Watch the stock price of Rubbermaid jump up this winter as more unsuspecting customers try not to remove the poinsetta from anything it may be in. It's simply outrageous to me.
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Watch the links to the right in upcoming days for some new additions. I am a fan of pure cornball humor, and while waiting for Sheila to stop by this morning, Steve was reading a list of these outrageous statements that did earn good laughs out of me.
My joke-telling is simple. I cannot remember many of the long-storied ones that get good laughs out of everyone else; something always gets lost in translation. This does not mean I am a simple man, but harks back to my appreciation for the little things in life. It doesn't matter how you laugh; as long as you do, it's a little time in happiness, away from the "everyday".
Taking it to customer service, however, it was rang up as $12.99, which would have deflated the budget. Was the poinsetta misplaced? Absolutely not. It was just unfortunately placed inside a plain plastic holder with a snowman on it, which jumped the cost an unbelieveable seven dollars!
I have bought flowers in similiar plastic containers before (save the design), and they end up thrown out. How can a simple plastic part cost seven dollars extra? For a simple design? What happens to that part when the flower passes on? I don't see that as a prop to use year after year.
Watch the stock price of Rubbermaid jump up this winter as more unsuspecting customers try not to remove the poinsetta from anything it may be in. It's simply outrageous to me.
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Watch the links to the right in upcoming days for some new additions. I am a fan of pure cornball humor, and while waiting for Sheila to stop by this morning, Steve was reading a list of these outrageous statements that did earn good laughs out of me.
My joke-telling is simple. I cannot remember many of the long-storied ones that get good laughs out of everyone else; something always gets lost in translation. This does not mean I am a simple man, but harks back to my appreciation for the little things in life. It doesn't matter how you laugh; as long as you do, it's a little time in happiness, away from the "everyday".
December 12, 2006
Obama: Good with timing
The news media, deep in coverage for "Race For The White House 2008" already, does not like to be proven wrong in its coverage. It prides itself on its exit polls, campaign rumors, and reporting scandals. The candidates play to this coverage, sometimes masking their true intentions with bombastic actions, revelations, and a canned charisma that can point to one reason for apparent voter apathy lately.
The actual role of "politician" is so typecast in today's society, that it's easy to believe the older citizens who say it's been generations since we've had a president we can believe in & trust. Without getting preachy and political, I can agree with that thinking: everyone seems homogenized to where we can almost always guess their next action.
I always sympathize with those who want to give politics a go (a result of another typecast, I suppose), but there are occasional candidates whom I do root for. Senator Barack Obama from Illinois is one of those who has taken the media and the country by storm. From the beginning, he has been mentioned as a potential presidental candidate.
But he has deviated from the proverbial script: he has actually communicated to his supporters, "Hold the train and let's be realistic."
Wow: a realistic politician? How rare is that?
The way Obama's career is taking off, he could probably have his choice of what office or position to hold next. Yet he is showing a humble side of himself in telling the people by his words and actions that he doesn't want to make a bold move until he knows it's time.
As was quoted on CNN.com by Chicago Sun-Times columnist Lynne Sweet, "He is so appealing because he has escaped some of the normal, you know, bad stuff that happens to people on the campaign trail... And here's the realization I think his people and Sen. Obama is coming to, and it's this: you can't time timing."
Somebody may finally have the currently unique idea that really can get them anywhere they want to go, and this would make me push for them even more to succeed - at their own pace. It might not resurrect Kennedy's Camelot, but it sure would point in the right direction.
The actual role of "politician" is so typecast in today's society, that it's easy to believe the older citizens who say it's been generations since we've had a president we can believe in & trust. Without getting preachy and political, I can agree with that thinking: everyone seems homogenized to where we can almost always guess their next action.
I always sympathize with those who want to give politics a go (a result of another typecast, I suppose), but there are occasional candidates whom I do root for. Senator Barack Obama from Illinois is one of those who has taken the media and the country by storm. From the beginning, he has been mentioned as a potential presidental candidate.
But he has deviated from the proverbial script: he has actually communicated to his supporters, "Hold the train and let's be realistic."
Wow: a realistic politician? How rare is that?
The way Obama's career is taking off, he could probably have his choice of what office or position to hold next. Yet he is showing a humble side of himself in telling the people by his words and actions that he doesn't want to make a bold move until he knows it's time.
As was quoted on CNN.com by Chicago Sun-Times columnist Lynne Sweet, "He is so appealing because he has escaped some of the normal, you know, bad stuff that happens to people on the campaign trail... And here's the realization I think his people and Sen. Obama is coming to, and it's this: you can't time timing."
Somebody may finally have the currently unique idea that really can get them anywhere they want to go, and this would make me push for them even more to succeed - at their own pace. It might not resurrect Kennedy's Camelot, but it sure would point in the right direction.
December 11, 2006
From comedian to helper
Sheila and I share a love for Bill Cosby's comedy routines. My parents enjoyed his audio records from years ago, including the award-winning "Revenge" album. Of course, the two of us point to his video "Himself" as perhaps the pinnacle of his stand-up success. We know the majority of the lines word-for-word and we still get a laugh out of them.
When Cosby recently turned his focus into a new medium, I was left scratching my head. Cosby now takes to the lecture circuit and points out to certain families how & why their kids have taken to the streets. I've caught some video footage of some of those "town hall" meetings, and I swear it was the first time he'd been seen out of comedic character. At first, what he was saying sounded so foreign.
I was not the only critic to come out and brand him a "Johnny-Come-Lately" in this area. His Ph.D aside (and he is a very smart man), I wondered why he waited so late in his career to become a crusader. Problems in the slums and trying to get kids off the streets and into meaningful lives have been going on long before Cosby even made himself famous. Was he doing this to inject life into a fading career? Or, at age 68, was he just becoming bitter? Seeing his video footage, it appeared bitterness got the better of him, as it appeared he was scolding entire families like they were immature children. That garnered mixed attention in 2004 when he first started travelling.
Yet a year later, he is still into his cause, and I now respect him for it, while believing many people may actually take his message to heart. It is easy to forget, with the huge doses of celebrity news out there, that Cosby lost his only son Ennis to a highway shooting some years back. You may have seen Cosby's comedy act lampooning the kids, but he was a loving father behind the scenes, just like we'd all want our father to be. Cosby should know his stuff, holding a minor in child psychology. And places like Detroit, well-known for street activity, is actually a perfect place for him to start (along with Chicago).
I'm beginning to read articles about his lectures with interest, and it's hard not to notice positive reaction from event attendeees , saying the gathering touched the heart. No matter what race, economic background or whatever, everyone's heart should be touched to help those who have fallen backward. I claim in conversation to have "fallen backward" through the years. Though not in the severe plight some of the families are, I am just as grateful for the help as they should be.
Is Cosby's comedy career over? Many have superseded him as self-proclaimed "top comedian", so perhaps that branch of his career is. But I must admit, the new branch is blooming very nicely, and it may affect his audience in ways the funniest one-liners couldn't.
When Cosby recently turned his focus into a new medium, I was left scratching my head. Cosby now takes to the lecture circuit and points out to certain families how & why their kids have taken to the streets. I've caught some video footage of some of those "town hall" meetings, and I swear it was the first time he'd been seen out of comedic character. At first, what he was saying sounded so foreign.
I was not the only critic to come out and brand him a "Johnny-Come-Lately" in this area. His Ph.D aside (and he is a very smart man), I wondered why he waited so late in his career to become a crusader. Problems in the slums and trying to get kids off the streets and into meaningful lives have been going on long before Cosby even made himself famous. Was he doing this to inject life into a fading career? Or, at age 68, was he just becoming bitter? Seeing his video footage, it appeared bitterness got the better of him, as it appeared he was scolding entire families like they were immature children. That garnered mixed attention in 2004 when he first started travelling.
Yet a year later, he is still into his cause, and I now respect him for it, while believing many people may actually take his message to heart. It is easy to forget, with the huge doses of celebrity news out there, that Cosby lost his only son Ennis to a highway shooting some years back. You may have seen Cosby's comedy act lampooning the kids, but he was a loving father behind the scenes, just like we'd all want our father to be. Cosby should know his stuff, holding a minor in child psychology. And places like Detroit, well-known for street activity, is actually a perfect place for him to start (along with Chicago).
I'm beginning to read articles about his lectures with interest, and it's hard not to notice positive reaction from event attendeees , saying the gathering touched the heart. No matter what race, economic background or whatever, everyone's heart should be touched to help those who have fallen backward. I claim in conversation to have "fallen backward" through the years. Though not in the severe plight some of the families are, I am just as grateful for the help as they should be.
Is Cosby's comedy career over? Many have superseded him as self-proclaimed "top comedian", so perhaps that branch of his career is. But I must admit, the new branch is blooming very nicely, and it may affect his audience in ways the funniest one-liners couldn't.
December 10, 2006
Primary memories
Today, I went rooting through the closet to look for some old check stubs (please don't ask why), and I came across some notes I saved from my mother back when I was in grade school. I look at these notes once a year or so, and it always brings back good memories.
It's interesting that when you talk to someone, they will mention that high school years were the best years of their lives, and they never give primary school a mention. I am the exact opposite. My high school years were terrible, both with grades and with peer relationships. Even as I was ready to graduate as a senior, I still wished for the less-complicated environment of Grades 1-8. Childish as it was thought of in 1989, as it may be in 2006, those memories still stand out and I am still thankful to the staff that worked there at the time.
The best part of my time there had to be Grades 1-3, plus Grade 6. The sixth grade was my time to shine in academic achievement, as I made honor roll all four quarters of the year. But Grades 1-3 were great from a people standpoint, and it wasn't because of the peers my age: it was the teachers, who I still marvel at 20+ years later for allowing me to glimpse into their working lives, allowing me to take a break from the everyday student routine.
Though I didn't get into film/video production until college in 1994, I became good friends with Mr. Fleming, the A/V head, back in 1978. There was always something about film that mesmerized me; whether it was viewing the films or just watching the projector project them. Teachers would note that I would pay attention to the physics of the operation more than the film itself, and were kind enough not to ostricize me. In fact, Mr. Fleming gave me a used reel of projection film & instructed me to create something with it. I tried to draw the proper way to make letters of the alphabet, but being in second grade, the film showed all 26 letters in the span of 15 seconds!
School worksheets at the time were done on ditto machines, before the advent of Xerox copiers. I was set on learning to become a teacher, and they spotted this as well. Whenever they went to run copies of a worksheet, they let me come with them, feed the paper into the machine, and operate it myself. This was so thrilling; I couldn't begin to explain it then, or now. Would teachers today even dare venture to let the kids do the work for them? I felt very fortunate indeed.
The teachers obviously thought I had a good shot at learning their craft, for they recommended a teacher's supply place that sold all the workbooks and planning books they used. When they replaced their reading class material, I'd be given all their old teacher's manuals. I bought a ditto machine from the principal, who thought it might be a good experience for me to learn how to pay for something in installments.
They let me play the Mr. MacGregor character in a stage play of "Peter Rabbit" (I have a photo of that one somewhere) and as Scrooge for our portrayal of "A Christmas Carol". Years later, I can still reap the benefits of those opportunities. The teachers were really a good group.
That's what made the following years so much tougher. The next grade up involves adjustments for everyone, but for me it was extremely difficult not having carte blanche to the behind-the-scenes experiences I had before. Teachers lacked patience & time, the peer teasing got worse, the work got harder, and many new people in high school made it uncomfortable for me.
But for three or four years at least, the perks of school balanced perfectly with the perks of home. Tuition money well spent, in my opinion. And I still thank those people today.
It's interesting that when you talk to someone, they will mention that high school years were the best years of their lives, and they never give primary school a mention. I am the exact opposite. My high school years were terrible, both with grades and with peer relationships. Even as I was ready to graduate as a senior, I still wished for the less-complicated environment of Grades 1-8. Childish as it was thought of in 1989, as it may be in 2006, those memories still stand out and I am still thankful to the staff that worked there at the time.
The best part of my time there had to be Grades 1-3, plus Grade 6. The sixth grade was my time to shine in academic achievement, as I made honor roll all four quarters of the year. But Grades 1-3 were great from a people standpoint, and it wasn't because of the peers my age: it was the teachers, who I still marvel at 20+ years later for allowing me to glimpse into their working lives, allowing me to take a break from the everyday student routine.
Though I didn't get into film/video production until college in 1994, I became good friends with Mr. Fleming, the A/V head, back in 1978. There was always something about film that mesmerized me; whether it was viewing the films or just watching the projector project them. Teachers would note that I would pay attention to the physics of the operation more than the film itself, and were kind enough not to ostricize me. In fact, Mr. Fleming gave me a used reel of projection film & instructed me to create something with it. I tried to draw the proper way to make letters of the alphabet, but being in second grade, the film showed all 26 letters in the span of 15 seconds!
School worksheets at the time were done on ditto machines, before the advent of Xerox copiers. I was set on learning to become a teacher, and they spotted this as well. Whenever they went to run copies of a worksheet, they let me come with them, feed the paper into the machine, and operate it myself. This was so thrilling; I couldn't begin to explain it then, or now. Would teachers today even dare venture to let the kids do the work for them? I felt very fortunate indeed.
The teachers obviously thought I had a good shot at learning their craft, for they recommended a teacher's supply place that sold all the workbooks and planning books they used. When they replaced their reading class material, I'd be given all their old teacher's manuals. I bought a ditto machine from the principal, who thought it might be a good experience for me to learn how to pay for something in installments.
They let me play the Mr. MacGregor character in a stage play of "Peter Rabbit" (I have a photo of that one somewhere) and as Scrooge for our portrayal of "A Christmas Carol". Years later, I can still reap the benefits of those opportunities. The teachers were really a good group.
That's what made the following years so much tougher. The next grade up involves adjustments for everyone, but for me it was extremely difficult not having carte blanche to the behind-the-scenes experiences I had before. Teachers lacked patience & time, the peer teasing got worse, the work got harder, and many new people in high school made it uncomfortable for me.
But for three or four years at least, the perks of school balanced perfectly with the perks of home. Tuition money well spent, in my opinion. And I still thank those people today.
December 9, 2006
Who had the birthday?
As I stated below, today was roommate Steve's 40th birthday. I wasn't able to come up with the black balloons and the fake grave plot that I wanted to, but artistic license was enough to make up for it.
The card I got him was one of those old people's cards, and my verse playfully struck a nerve: "Happy 70th (oops), 60th (oops), 50th (oops), whatever (more acceptable) birthday this one is!" Names like "Old Relic", "Antique", and "Afterthought" filled the house tonight. He's got four years to get me for that. (You can fill in the "oops" words with the choice words you might be thinking about.)
But who ended up having the birthday celebration? I was elated & honored to have Sheila here for a few hours tonight. The friendship grows stronger with each passing day, and she is truly a treasure. We even sang a little bit off my 390-song-strong music database. I've never been around a girl who has such fun out of the little things. It is enjoyable to see.
Steve, meanwhile, decided to buy some Miller Lite and watch DVDs all night. He barely got one beer down before it was "Big Macs over the fence". He looked like he'd gone through the whole six-pack. At this writing, he's still not feeling well, and I'm wondering if he's caught the little flu bug that's been going around.
Or perhaps the "story of his life" bit him again. He bought a brand-new DVD recorder, but can't even get the DVD drawer to open; never mind the fact he can't set the clock. You would have to be here to see what I mean exactly, but electronic items don't go hand in hand with him. He has used the hammer as a destructive tool several times around the house in the four years we've been here. It's always been humorous to watch, but too much bad luck with anything electronic will get blood pressure to boil. I laugh with him, but feel for his bad luck sometimes.
The card I got him was one of those old people's cards, and my verse playfully struck a nerve: "Happy 70th (oops), 60th (oops), 50th (oops), whatever (more acceptable) birthday this one is!" Names like "Old Relic", "Antique", and "Afterthought" filled the house tonight. He's got four years to get me for that. (You can fill in the "oops" words with the choice words you might be thinking about.)
But who ended up having the birthday celebration? I was elated & honored to have Sheila here for a few hours tonight. The friendship grows stronger with each passing day, and she is truly a treasure. We even sang a little bit off my 390-song-strong music database. I've never been around a girl who has such fun out of the little things. It is enjoyable to see.
Steve, meanwhile, decided to buy some Miller Lite and watch DVDs all night. He barely got one beer down before it was "Big Macs over the fence". He looked like he'd gone through the whole six-pack. At this writing, he's still not feeling well, and I'm wondering if he's caught the little flu bug that's been going around.
Or perhaps the "story of his life" bit him again. He bought a brand-new DVD recorder, but can't even get the DVD drawer to open; never mind the fact he can't set the clock. You would have to be here to see what I mean exactly, but electronic items don't go hand in hand with him. He has used the hammer as a destructive tool several times around the house in the four years we've been here. It's always been humorous to watch, but too much bad luck with anything electronic will get blood pressure to boil. I laugh with him, but feel for his bad luck sometimes.
December 8, 2006
A new coined catch-phrase
We once had a co-worker who viewed me as some kind of nut-case; one who thought I wasn't as bright as the others and would fade into the background in a group.
Now it is true that I may not be the type to come up with one-liners to keep the group laughing, but when I did, the co-worker in question would always say, "Every once in a blue moon, you come up with a good one!" What followed would generally be the mother of all sarcastic laughs, but at least I knew I could be original and funny once in awhile.
One of those interesting lines came today on the bus ride back to the employee lot. Very nice driver, though he's like me when it comes to work: not there for the fun of it. So I made simple light of the situation:
"Work: It pays the bills, yet offers no thrills."
What a resounding statement from the working man, eh?
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Tomorrow's the roommate's birthday: Anyone corner the market on black balloons?
Now it is true that I may not be the type to come up with one-liners to keep the group laughing, but when I did, the co-worker in question would always say, "Every once in a blue moon, you come up with a good one!" What followed would generally be the mother of all sarcastic laughs, but at least I knew I could be original and funny once in awhile.
One of those interesting lines came today on the bus ride back to the employee lot. Very nice driver, though he's like me when it comes to work: not there for the fun of it. So I made simple light of the situation:
"Work: It pays the bills, yet offers no thrills."
What a resounding statement from the working man, eh?
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Tomorrow's the roommate's birthday: Anyone corner the market on black balloons?
December 7, 2006
My version of "Quick Hits"
Random ramblings on an off-day dominated by laundry. It has to be: when you've burned through your 25th and final pair of socks, you know something's gotta be cleaned.
* Curse drains & freezing weather. The laundry drain has been clogged since last year, and every time the washer is used, two pairs of eyes have to watch it so the drain hose doesn't fall out to soak the kitchen floor. This has happened twice, and I fear one of these days, the floorboards will give way. And now that the weather has turned cold, the tub we drain laundry water in has to be hauled to the bathtub instead of being dumped out on the deck. Laundry isn't fun to do - but I just wish that fact wouldn't keep making itself known every time the pile heaps over!
* Steve's father did pass away yesterday morning - please join me in condolences for him and the family. He has lost both his parents in the span of ten months. I cannot imagine what he's going through right now.
* Strange, or not so: Although the population of Detroit has been falling since the 1960s, the area has had to form at least three new area codes for phone service. It's proof positive that more people are carrying multiple cellphones with them. Even with the added area codes, we're running out of numbers quickly.
But you would think that numbers taken out of circulation would at least "rest" for awhile before being put back in use. Our current number must have taken an hour breather between users: two phone calls alone today from people looking to buy timeshare programs for air travel. We raised heck about those political calls - that was heaven compared to this.
* The photo at right is for my dad: Do you remember the icky-looking Telegraph/I-94 interchange? This is what it looks like now with the complete rebuild and Michigan'
s only tied-arch bridge. People have named it the "big blue blunder", but I actually like it. Further amazing is the fact that no grafitti has yet appeared. Are we sure this is Detroit?
* And, Cobo Hall is slated for demolition for the 20th straight year, thanks to the Auto Show needing more space. It will never happen. Detroit does everything backwards: they demolish architectural jewels and leave "tanks" like Ford Auditorium standing vacant on the riverfront for 15 years.
Does the definition of "urban renewal" vary by city, I wonder...
* Curse drains & freezing weather. The laundry drain has been clogged since last year, and every time the washer is used, two pairs of eyes have to watch it so the drain hose doesn't fall out to soak the kitchen floor. This has happened twice, and I fear one of these days, the floorboards will give way. And now that the weather has turned cold, the tub we drain laundry water in has to be hauled to the bathtub instead of being dumped out on the deck. Laundry isn't fun to do - but I just wish that fact wouldn't keep making itself known every time the pile heaps over!
* Steve's father did pass away yesterday morning - please join me in condolences for him and the family. He has lost both his parents in the span of ten months. I cannot imagine what he's going through right now.
* Strange, or not so: Although the population of Detroit has been falling since the 1960s, the area has had to form at least three new area codes for phone service. It's proof positive that more people are carrying multiple cellphones with them. Even with the added area codes, we're running out of numbers quickly.
But you would think that numbers taken out of circulation would at least "rest" for awhile before being put back in use. Our current number must have taken an hour breather between users: two phone calls alone today from people looking to buy timeshare programs for air travel. We raised heck about those political calls - that was heaven compared to this.
* The photo at right is for my dad: Do you remember the icky-looking Telegraph/I-94 interchange? This is what it looks like now with the complete rebuild and Michigan'
s only tied-arch bridge. People have named it the "big blue blunder", but I actually like it. Further amazing is the fact that no grafitti has yet appeared. Are we sure this is Detroit?* And, Cobo Hall is slated for demolition for the 20th straight year, thanks to the Auto Show needing more space. It will never happen. Detroit does everything backwards: they demolish architectural jewels and leave "tanks" like Ford Auditorium standing vacant on the riverfront for 15 years.
Does the definition of "urban renewal" vary by city, I wonder...
December 6, 2006
A source of happiness
I am proud to introduce to you: Sheila, the young lady I have been referring to recently. Sheila, as you can tell, is a beautiful person in this photo. But she is a complete inner beauty as well that I wish I could have seen in others I have been with.
The two of us have bonded, in the past week, more than the seven previous dates combined. This is no exaggeration. For lack of a more accurate word, Sheila is a "throwback" to people of a bygone age in that she values truthfulness, honesty and bluntness. She wears no masks, says what's on her mind, doesn't subscribe to the "Madison Avenue" theory that kills our society, and is very loving & giving of herself and her talents.
I had wanted to enter all my past relationships with this frankness and ability to communicate on a deep level. But I was always confronted with a masked person who would not let me sense their true thoughts. There was always something to hide with them, and eventually a mask would slip over me in the interest of fairness ("if they don't share, why should I?") Eventually, when someone else was met, the mask would automatically be put on as a so-called relationship was hastily built, with no foundation supporting it. The inevitable "crunch" would be heard a matter of weeks later.
I've thrown the mask away with Sheila. Looking into her eyes and listening to her words, you would not want to hold anything back, for her honesty & willingness to share would make you want to do the same. It was startling to me when I first saw this, but only because I wasn't used to this. It is something I was always hoping for, but never geared up to see. I can actually be myself, down to the heart, from the head to the toe. Honesty gives you more confidence as well, and everyone needs a good dose of confidence.
We chat online for hours at a time and my breath is literally taken away from me in amazement. We met at the house today, and "wow" is the only term I can use. I am floored. I have never met anyone as special as Sheila before (aside from family, of course). I thank my lucky stars above that she's come into my life, and allow me to say: I don't want her to leave.
Mom was right: there's someone for everyone on this planet. And there's probably the reason why I've toiled at that airport for over five years: I was designed to meet her there at that time and place. Best designers I've ever known!
Sheila, my dear: You are simply the best.
December 5, 2006
Controversial battle at end?
According to my former hometown paper, The News Herald, perhaps the most controversial environmental story in the Detroit area since the era of Superfund may have come to an unbelievably abrupt close.
Though environmental waste disposal wells exist elsewhere around the state, the location of this one: near a business park, Metro Airport, and within half-a-mile of mature neighborhoods really rallied the residents to take a NIMBY (Not In My Backyard) stance against the project. This would involve injecting liquid toxins nearly 20,000 feet down into bedrock for disposal.
Proponents claimed this would solve the long-standing problem of toxicants being above ground and polluting the surrounding air. But critics were quick to point out no consideration was given to the long-term effects. All one has to do is take a look at the infamous Love Canal saga near Niagara Falls, cited as the forerunner to the modern environmental movement.
Long story short, waste barrels were improperly buried & sealed at the site in 1957. Barely 20 years later, the toxins swept through the soil and began contaminating everything in their way. By the time 1981 rolled around, 90% of the neighborhood had pulled up stakes. Thirty years after that, the neighborhood has still not recovered and likely never will.
Just because toxins may be buried more than 19,000 feet further down than the canal barrels were, does not mean the land won't suffer effects in several thousand years. God willing, the human race will still exist then, and will still need basic health principles in effect to keep surviving.
The local story here dominated for fifteen years as meetings were held, protests were organized, long-time politicians were hacked to pieces, and fear built. A potential victory a few years ago was suddenly reversed, supposedly at the pleasure of one of the oil companies. The dread began.
Then, voila: a spill (and above-ground, no less). The Michigan Department of Environmental Quality shut down the site, and now... the operating company may no longer be in business. All the meetings and protests may have served to prove a point.
Of course, this doesn't end the problem of what to do with these toxins. A solution may not be found in our lifetimes, in spite of our best efforts. That solution is badly needed, as we know.
But short-term only lasts short-term. What's forgotten is long-term ramifications. If we want survival, we want our home base to survive. Whether this was just a natural happening, or thanks to the prayers of those vehmently opposed to this, score a small victory for our planet. We have to help it, as it has helped us for thousands of years.
Though environmental waste disposal wells exist elsewhere around the state, the location of this one: near a business park, Metro Airport, and within half-a-mile of mature neighborhoods really rallied the residents to take a NIMBY (Not In My Backyard) stance against the project. This would involve injecting liquid toxins nearly 20,000 feet down into bedrock for disposal.
Proponents claimed this would solve the long-standing problem of toxicants being above ground and polluting the surrounding air. But critics were quick to point out no consideration was given to the long-term effects. All one has to do is take a look at the infamous Love Canal saga near Niagara Falls, cited as the forerunner to the modern environmental movement.
Long story short, waste barrels were improperly buried & sealed at the site in 1957. Barely 20 years later, the toxins swept through the soil and began contaminating everything in their way. By the time 1981 rolled around, 90% of the neighborhood had pulled up stakes. Thirty years after that, the neighborhood has still not recovered and likely never will.
Just because toxins may be buried more than 19,000 feet further down than the canal barrels were, does not mean the land won't suffer effects in several thousand years. God willing, the human race will still exist then, and will still need basic health principles in effect to keep surviving.
The local story here dominated for fifteen years as meetings were held, protests were organized, long-time politicians were hacked to pieces, and fear built. A potential victory a few years ago was suddenly reversed, supposedly at the pleasure of one of the oil companies. The dread began.
Then, voila: a spill (and above-ground, no less). The Michigan Department of Environmental Quality shut down the site, and now... the operating company may no longer be in business. All the meetings and protests may have served to prove a point.
Of course, this doesn't end the problem of what to do with these toxins. A solution may not be found in our lifetimes, in spite of our best efforts. That solution is badly needed, as we know.
But short-term only lasts short-term. What's forgotten is long-term ramifications. If we want survival, we want our home base to survive. Whether this was just a natural happening, or thanks to the prayers of those vehmently opposed to this, score a small victory for our planet. We have to help it, as it has helped us for thousands of years.
December 4, 2006
Hollywood's glaring reality
An archived entry I made into the computer in December 2005. Enjoy.
Talk about self-preoccupation! This explains the Hollywood we now know in a nutshell.
How the mighty have fallen, especially since the "reality series" debuted.
In the midst of lack of originality and thought going into new movies and TV series, the gossip magazines scream out their headlines to you, worsening by the hour. All you see gracing the covers these days are spoiled brats who just aren't used to inconvienence. Souls of the pampered sort meeting the world's realities, which the common man faces each day. And boy, do we hurt for them. Yeah, sure.
Paris Hilton screaming at a flight attendant because of aircraft turbulence, followed by something like, "Don't you know who I am?" Geez, doesn't that take the cake? Nobody would care who I am.
The attendants would say to me, "You knew the risks when you boarded the plane." I have to live with what's provided for me, and if I don't like it, I need to explore alternatives. These so-called "stars", preening their way through life, don't actually see or acknowledge lives of the man on the street. Gee, where's Paris' beloved Tinkerbell? Who cares? What about the latest mugging in Detroit, or animal cruelty taking place everywhere?
Whatever made these celebrities blind to the realities of life; well, those factors still exist. Status may be important to some, but don't let status be your only prime motivation in life. Sooner or later, you'll lose more fans than you take in.
Talk about self-preoccupation! This explains the Hollywood we now know in a nutshell.
How the mighty have fallen, especially since the "reality series" debuted.
In the midst of lack of originality and thought going into new movies and TV series, the gossip magazines scream out their headlines to you, worsening by the hour. All you see gracing the covers these days are spoiled brats who just aren't used to inconvienence. Souls of the pampered sort meeting the world's realities, which the common man faces each day. And boy, do we hurt for them. Yeah, sure.
Paris Hilton screaming at a flight attendant because of aircraft turbulence, followed by something like, "Don't you know who I am?" Geez, doesn't that take the cake? Nobody would care who I am.
The attendants would say to me, "You knew the risks when you boarded the plane." I have to live with what's provided for me, and if I don't like it, I need to explore alternatives. These so-called "stars", preening their way through life, don't actually see or acknowledge lives of the man on the street. Gee, where's Paris' beloved Tinkerbell? Who cares? What about the latest mugging in Detroit, or animal cruelty taking place everywhere?
Whatever made these celebrities blind to the realities of life; well, those factors still exist. Status may be important to some, but don't let status be your only prime motivation in life. Sooner or later, you'll lose more fans than you take in.
December 3, 2006
Sunday sampler - Dec. 3rd
* Many thanks to two co-workers who helped bail me out of a jam this morning. Without getting into specifics, I was the bailer for awhile and I'm grateful for the return favors. This coming week won't be as tough as I thought it would be.
* Not much more can go wrong with my car now because it's running out of old parts. In six months, the engine block, starter, battery and cables have all been replaced. What's next on the list? I might not know if I dump the car upon the next occurrence!
* How was my lunch break? It's fine - I'm taking it at home! That's the second time in three days I've had no lunch break at work, because the old routine has returned: everyone bails out of the room at 8AM, leaving me to do everything else for five hours. I knew it's the price I'd pay for switching shifts, but it just gets more annoying every day.
* Two pleasant surprises on the way home, too: courteous drivers! I encountered a broken down van and had to wait patiently behind it until a traffic gap opened. A big truck then stopped to let me pass. Then while getting gas, this SUV cut through to the pump I was going to use; then backed out and let me in anyway.
* I always complain about lack of money, but I wouldn't go on spending sprees if I made more. For some time, I have wanted to donate some money to certain charities or benefits, namely Detroit Newspapers' annual Thanksgiving dinner fund, and Toys for Tots over the Christmas holiday. I just can't save enough money, otherwise I could be more generous. I'm not the Scrooge by any means; the economy is.
* The local paper detailed a must-see Christmas decoration extravaganza in my neighborhood; so while driving the car home from the shop last night, I drove past it. So many lights & props in one small area looks more like clutter than fantasyland these days. Then of course, there was the house which had EIGHT of those inflatable props, and NOTHING else: no lights, no trim, no tree. It looked like a neighborhood prank gone horribly wrong. I'm fine with my solitary wreath on the door, thank you.
* Not much more can go wrong with my car now because it's running out of old parts. In six months, the engine block, starter, battery and cables have all been replaced. What's next on the list? I might not know if I dump the car upon the next occurrence!
* How was my lunch break? It's fine - I'm taking it at home! That's the second time in three days I've had no lunch break at work, because the old routine has returned: everyone bails out of the room at 8AM, leaving me to do everything else for five hours. I knew it's the price I'd pay for switching shifts, but it just gets more annoying every day.
* Two pleasant surprises on the way home, too: courteous drivers! I encountered a broken down van and had to wait patiently behind it until a traffic gap opened. A big truck then stopped to let me pass. Then while getting gas, this SUV cut through to the pump I was going to use; then backed out and let me in anyway.
* I always complain about lack of money, but I wouldn't go on spending sprees if I made more. For some time, I have wanted to donate some money to certain charities or benefits, namely Detroit Newspapers' annual Thanksgiving dinner fund, and Toys for Tots over the Christmas holiday. I just can't save enough money, otherwise I could be more generous. I'm not the Scrooge by any means; the economy is.
* The local paper detailed a must-see Christmas decoration extravaganza in my neighborhood; so while driving the car home from the shop last night, I drove past it. So many lights & props in one small area looks more like clutter than fantasyland these days. Then of course, there was the house which had EIGHT of those inflatable props, and NOTHING else: no lights, no trim, no tree. It looked like a neighborhood prank gone horribly wrong. I'm fine with my solitary wreath on the door, thank you.
December 2, 2006
The gift I found ...
Patience is a virtue. But I never witnessed much personal satistfaction tied in with patience for me to appreciate it at all -- until now.
Folks, after 17 years of adult life, and 13 years actively searching for that special someone, I may have finally found her in the form of Sheila. I can actually say this with a straight face, and if you see me, you'll see that straight face, along with the proper eye contact.
I don't think I'm joking you or myself this time.
We actually met about three months ago at the airport, when I made a comment about needing to find quality notebook paper which I was going to send to another blog writer. Sheila happened to have several realms of notepads at home and promised to bring them in. Sure enough, she had them the next day. In a world full of broken promises, this deed was noted.
Then, on my way back from Quizno's two weeks ago with a work food run, she stopped me at her newsstand and we talked for almost twenty minutes about everything from airport life to how a relationship should be handled. The following week, we had another great conversation near the snack bar where I make my french fry runs.
Of course, this was noted by the personnel there (the same ones who tried me out with Raquel in the summer), and they did their best to matchmake again. This time, numbers & emails were exchanged.
This time, it worked.
Sheila's generosity knows no bounds, and she says it's the way she was raised. Someone must have overheard my mother's theories on life! Sheila is 25, with a great personality, a good mind on her shoulders, a good heart and oodles of affection (beyond physical). In the only two weeks we've actively talked, she's shown me that affection & caring more than some girls I'd been with for two years.
There are those people who are into finding new mates just for physical compatibility. Without friendship & trust, that will just fall apart. Many is the time I would encounter friends kicking themselves & asking what they'd gotten into. I must admit I fell into that trap a few times; that being part of the price you pay for trying to learn "street-smarts".
Not only have I tired of the age-old "game playing", I was tired of rushing into things without knowing where I was going. People have their whole lives ahead of them no matter what their age, and life is not worth shortening into a couple minutes. Too often we believe the previously-mentioned "Madison Avenue" mantra, which pressures people into acting NOW, without thinking about THEN.
"Do first, ask questions later"? This really doesn't work if you're out for total life fulfillment. Houses & automobiles may be cited as the top huge investments in life, but a relationship cannot be held lightly: it's just as important. It's the rest of your life you hope to be spending with this person - not just one night or one week. Do we see why there's so much distrust among people in general this day & age?
Sheila, by being herself, has made the past look frightfully funny. She is now showing me that I wasn't the oddball at my age who thought relationships & friendships could be enduring without the peer pressure. Some may consider me "dated" by wanting my ideal relationship to resemble my dad & stepmom's. I saw so much warmth and humor in their relationship when I visited them in May. Why do so many couples wage constant wars over wages, wandering eyes, and physical incapacity?
In Sheila, I see a real person, a loving person, a generous person. A person who bailed me out yesterday when my car had given out and, not only drove me home at her suggestion, but drove me to two banks to get my paycheck handled, without question. You had to be there to witness it, but my ideal view of a relationship was reflected right back at me and all I said was, "Ah-ha!"
See, I'm not so stupid. Even my roommate told me, "Don't lose this one." For him to compliment me on anything would stop the presses.
The only press I want to stop is the one that says game-playing invokes interest among couples. Good relationships can still be had.
And maybe I've finally found my own. Patience has its own reward. May I keep winning with this one!
Folks, after 17 years of adult life, and 13 years actively searching for that special someone, I may have finally found her in the form of Sheila. I can actually say this with a straight face, and if you see me, you'll see that straight face, along with the proper eye contact.
I don't think I'm joking you or myself this time.
We actually met about three months ago at the airport, when I made a comment about needing to find quality notebook paper which I was going to send to another blog writer. Sheila happened to have several realms of notepads at home and promised to bring them in. Sure enough, she had them the next day. In a world full of broken promises, this deed was noted.
Then, on my way back from Quizno's two weeks ago with a work food run, she stopped me at her newsstand and we talked for almost twenty minutes about everything from airport life to how a relationship should be handled. The following week, we had another great conversation near the snack bar where I make my french fry runs.
Of course, this was noted by the personnel there (the same ones who tried me out with Raquel in the summer), and they did their best to matchmake again. This time, numbers & emails were exchanged.
This time, it worked.
Sheila's generosity knows no bounds, and she says it's the way she was raised. Someone must have overheard my mother's theories on life! Sheila is 25, with a great personality, a good mind on her shoulders, a good heart and oodles of affection (beyond physical). In the only two weeks we've actively talked, she's shown me that affection & caring more than some girls I'd been with for two years.
There are those people who are into finding new mates just for physical compatibility. Without friendship & trust, that will just fall apart. Many is the time I would encounter friends kicking themselves & asking what they'd gotten into. I must admit I fell into that trap a few times; that being part of the price you pay for trying to learn "street-smarts".
Not only have I tired of the age-old "game playing", I was tired of rushing into things without knowing where I was going. People have their whole lives ahead of them no matter what their age, and life is not worth shortening into a couple minutes. Too often we believe the previously-mentioned "Madison Avenue" mantra, which pressures people into acting NOW, without thinking about THEN.
"Do first, ask questions later"? This really doesn't work if you're out for total life fulfillment. Houses & automobiles may be cited as the top huge investments in life, but a relationship cannot be held lightly: it's just as important. It's the rest of your life you hope to be spending with this person - not just one night or one week. Do we see why there's so much distrust among people in general this day & age?
Sheila, by being herself, has made the past look frightfully funny. She is now showing me that I wasn't the oddball at my age who thought relationships & friendships could be enduring without the peer pressure. Some may consider me "dated" by wanting my ideal relationship to resemble my dad & stepmom's. I saw so much warmth and humor in their relationship when I visited them in May. Why do so many couples wage constant wars over wages, wandering eyes, and physical incapacity?
In Sheila, I see a real person, a loving person, a generous person. A person who bailed me out yesterday when my car had given out and, not only drove me home at her suggestion, but drove me to two banks to get my paycheck handled, without question. You had to be there to witness it, but my ideal view of a relationship was reflected right back at me and all I said was, "Ah-ha!"
See, I'm not so stupid. Even my roommate told me, "Don't lose this one." For him to compliment me on anything would stop the presses.
The only press I want to stop is the one that says game-playing invokes interest among couples. Good relationships can still be had.
And maybe I've finally found my own. Patience has its own reward. May I keep winning with this one!
... and the gift I couldn't
Ah... on the other hand, what procrastination will do to you when you end up not finding something you may have promised another person.
Since a sports t-shirt I was looking to purchase for my father is likely out of print (coming out just after the World Series), I can admit to its description:
It had logos of the four pro sports in Detroit, adorned with the line "Detroit: City Of Champions"; in reference to the Tigers' successful 2006 season, the Pistons' 2004 NBA title, the Red Wings' recent Stanley Cup wins, and... and...?
That's where the punchline comes in. The football logo is X'd out with the caption "Nobody's perfect" underneath it. This shirt literally had my dad's name on it as he is one of the many Lions fans who may never know what it's like to win. What does it tell you that he was eleven years old the last time they won anything?
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* I have to count 2006 as being the year of the latest Indian Summer I've ever witnessed. Forget yesterday's all-morning rain which dampened outdoor plans; a morning temperature of 54 degrees will keep the furnace happier and keep one's outlook on life happier. In the span of four hours, everything changed. When I got up this morning, my outdoor thermometer read 34 degrees. With that howling wind threatening the power supply here, I'm surprised that reading wasn't proceeded by a dash.
* That howling wind is nothing in comparison to the typhoon that hit the Phillipines yesterday, with wind gusts to 165 MPH. The islands, of course, are where my roommate Steve's fiancee lives. He is understandably worried, as he's lost all phone & email contact with her. Houses there are not built as sturdy as they are in the States, and he is concerned that her family's structures will not be standing, lest we think even worse.
Now I may not be on the same page with him on various issues, but you never wish natural disasters on anyone. My thoughts & concerns echo his: despite who it may be, that person is still a human being who shouldn't have to witness Mother Nature's wrath in most damaging ways.
Since a sports t-shirt I was looking to purchase for my father is likely out of print (coming out just after the World Series), I can admit to its description:
It had logos of the four pro sports in Detroit, adorned with the line "Detroit: City Of Champions"; in reference to the Tigers' successful 2006 season, the Pistons' 2004 NBA title, the Red Wings' recent Stanley Cup wins, and... and...?
That's where the punchline comes in. The football logo is X'd out with the caption "Nobody's perfect" underneath it. This shirt literally had my dad's name on it as he is one of the many Lions fans who may never know what it's like to win. What does it tell you that he was eleven years old the last time they won anything?
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* I have to count 2006 as being the year of the latest Indian Summer I've ever witnessed. Forget yesterday's all-morning rain which dampened outdoor plans; a morning temperature of 54 degrees will keep the furnace happier and keep one's outlook on life happier. In the span of four hours, everything changed. When I got up this morning, my outdoor thermometer read 34 degrees. With that howling wind threatening the power supply here, I'm surprised that reading wasn't proceeded by a dash.
* That howling wind is nothing in comparison to the typhoon that hit the Phillipines yesterday, with wind gusts to 165 MPH. The islands, of course, are where my roommate Steve's fiancee lives. He is understandably worried, as he's lost all phone & email contact with her. Houses there are not built as sturdy as they are in the States, and he is concerned that her family's structures will not be standing, lest we think even worse.
Now I may not be on the same page with him on various issues, but you never wish natural disasters on anyone. My thoughts & concerns echo his: despite who it may be, that person is still a human being who shouldn't have to witness Mother Nature's wrath in most damaging ways.
December 1, 2006
Attack of the coat hangers
The above is a cheap reference to a vehicle that is otherwise described as being held together by duct tape, squeezing every last use out of it until it can't push anymore. An old New England proverb that my friend Pam always uses comes to mind:
"Use it up, wear it out; make it do, or do without."
Well, I've done all the four when it comes to my stupid car today, and the fourth one keeps biting me where it hurts.
Two weeks after the car originally took a dump on me, it's done so again with the same symptoms it had before. For sanity's sake, it better not be the darned starter again. Irregardless if I could get it replaced for free this time; shoddy repairs that don't last two weeks will not add to my trust level of the car. I ended up being seven minutes late for work yesterday, and my thin ice on that issue continues to weaken. It took a literal vote of confidence from the supervisor for me to get through the day.
Then my friend who got me the car said he had a 2000 Ford Taurus he could get me, with only 60,000 miles on it. I shuddered at the price, even when he told me the truth: to get quality, you have to pay for quality. I'm still scared to spend too much for quality because people in my situation have been burned plenty of times before via word of mouth. It's likely a mutual distrust of society and the people who occupy it, but personal feelings about safety must be observed.
Today was payday, so car fixes & transportation arrangements will not be a concern tomorrow as they were today. I just have to get up earlier tomorrow and be better prepared than I was today.
"Use it up, wear it out; make it do, or do without."
Well, I've done all the four when it comes to my stupid car today, and the fourth one keeps biting me where it hurts.
Two weeks after the car originally took a dump on me, it's done so again with the same symptoms it had before. For sanity's sake, it better not be the darned starter again. Irregardless if I could get it replaced for free this time; shoddy repairs that don't last two weeks will not add to my trust level of the car. I ended up being seven minutes late for work yesterday, and my thin ice on that issue continues to weaken. It took a literal vote of confidence from the supervisor for me to get through the day.
Then my friend who got me the car said he had a 2000 Ford Taurus he could get me, with only 60,000 miles on it. I shuddered at the price, even when he told me the truth: to get quality, you have to pay for quality. I'm still scared to spend too much for quality because people in my situation have been burned plenty of times before via word of mouth. It's likely a mutual distrust of society and the people who occupy it, but personal feelings about safety must be observed.
Today was payday, so car fixes & transportation arrangements will not be a concern tomorrow as they were today. I just have to get up earlier tomorrow and be better prepared than I was today.
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