It's unavoidable when we stand on the precipice of a new year that we look back and give everything that happened the once over before putting it in the memory box. It's just human nature that we try to make sense of our careers, relationships and growth.
Of course, truth is, there's very little sense to be had. Mostly we just react to situations the best we can and hope things turn out for the best. However, that doesn't mean we should stop trying.
I started 2010 with some goals. I achieved some and failed at others. One of the big goals was to return to writing fiction. I finished a few stories, some poems and the first part of a three-part novel. But some projects were left unfinished and that needs to get rectified in 2011.
So, here's my challenge for 2011 -- finish what you start. That's all. Just finish what you start. It's simple and to the point. Think of all the small and big things that we start and only get halfway done. Imagine if you finished every project you started. It's mind blowing, isn't it?
OK here's my bold predictions for 2011.
Aliens will come to Earth, talk to us, meet our leaders and decide the trip was a waste of time.
Researchers will discover that trans fats are the only thing keeping most of us healthy and make recommendations that we all eat 100 oreos a day.
Ditto with smoking.
Gas prices will fall to 25 cents a gallon after most cars are converted to running on trans fats. That's right, trans fats are the new miracle substance.
Nabisco becomes the world's richest company (see predictions 2 and 4).
For some reason Australia becomes a wasteland and only Mel Gibson can save it. (wait that may be a series of movies from the 80s, eh, whatever)
We will have good times with each other including, but not limited to: good meals; companionship; and wacky fun.
Last thoughts on 2010:
Politics: Really? Really? The Tea Party? I oughta slap you.
Religion: Nothing terrible happened in religion this year, so that makes it a great year for religion. No popes died; this year's scandals were the same as last years and the Dalai Llama is still plugging away.
Taxes: I paid my fair share.
Death: It's only death that makes life so precious.
Zombies: No apocalypse this year. Maybe next.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Santa is awesome. AWESOME I SAY
WHAAT? Some jerk just posted a blog calling Santa evil. How is that possible? For God's sake he brings toys to little kids. What kind of maladjusted human being goes after Santa?
Wait, it was me?
Well, let me just say, I must be wrong. Santa has made children the world over happy for generations and will continue to do so for generations to come. Although, his single-minded obsession with children seems to be a bit creepy. Not to mention that at some point he was supposed to have helpers who were either black or shackled demons.
Still, Santa is an institution. A harbinger of all that is good and heck, Coca Cola has all but given us this holly jolly good-natured fellow. They even say so on their website, "Most people can agree on what Santa Claus looks like -- jolly, with a red suit and a white beard. But he did not always look that way, and Coca-Cola® advertising actually helped shape this modern-day image of Santa. Starting in 1931, magazine ads for Coca-Cola featured St. Nick as a kind, jolly man in a red suit. Because magazines were so widely viewed, and because this image of Santa appeared for more than three decades, the image of Santa most people have today is largely based on our advertising.
Before the 1931 introduction of the Coca-Cola Santa Claus created by artist Haddon Sundblom, the image of Santa ranged from big to small and fat to tall. Santa even appeared as an elf and looked a bit spooky."
Uh, wait, does this mean Santa is an advertising whore? No, I won't believe it. He is Santa DAMNIT.
Now Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. He was a shill. He was created by the Montogmery Ward's department store and he was their exclusive property. The song was written by an advertising man.
Now I'm confused. I still say Santa is awesome. Now give me a damn gift you fat bastard.
Top Signs Santa Loves You
1. He left you that inappropriate lingerie. But it was nice lingerie.
2. You take a shower on xmas morning get out and there's a heart with "You my Ho, HO Ho" written in condensation.
3. He gives you something, even if you've been a little naughty.
4. You reach into your stocking and find a Nintendo DS.
5. He ate the cookies and drank the milk.
6. He gave you a Lexus and that jerk of a cousin only got socks.
7. Hey, he brought egg nog.
8. He never asks for anything in return.
9. He left you some Coke. (uh, the drink. Ya.)
10. Duh, gifts.
Wait, it was me?
Well, let me just say, I must be wrong. Santa has made children the world over happy for generations and will continue to do so for generations to come. Although, his single-minded obsession with children seems to be a bit creepy. Not to mention that at some point he was supposed to have helpers who were either black or shackled demons.
Still, Santa is an institution. A harbinger of all that is good and heck, Coca Cola has all but given us this holly jolly good-natured fellow. They even say so on their website, "Most people can agree on what Santa Claus looks like -- jolly, with a red suit and a white beard. But he did not always look that way, and Coca-Cola® advertising actually helped shape this modern-day image of Santa. Starting in 1931, magazine ads for Coca-Cola featured St. Nick as a kind, jolly man in a red suit. Because magazines were so widely viewed, and because this image of Santa appeared for more than three decades, the image of Santa most people have today is largely based on our advertising.
Before the 1931 introduction of the Coca-Cola Santa Claus created by artist Haddon Sundblom, the image of Santa ranged from big to small and fat to tall. Santa even appeared as an elf and looked a bit spooky."
Uh, wait, does this mean Santa is an advertising whore? No, I won't believe it. He is Santa DAMNIT.
Now Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. He was a shill. He was created by the Montogmery Ward's department store and he was their exclusive property. The song was written by an advertising man.
Now I'm confused. I still say Santa is awesome. Now give me a damn gift you fat bastard.
Top Signs Santa Loves You
1. He left you that inappropriate lingerie. But it was nice lingerie.
2. You take a shower on xmas morning get out and there's a heart with "You my Ho, HO Ho" written in condensation.
3. He gives you something, even if you've been a little naughty.
4. You reach into your stocking and find a Nintendo DS.
5. He ate the cookies and drank the milk.
6. He gave you a Lexus and that jerk of a cousin only got socks.
7. Hey, he brought egg nog.
8. He never asks for anything in return.
9. He left you some Coke. (uh, the drink. Ya.)
10. Duh, gifts.
Santa is evil, EVIL I SAY
Santa brings toys to all the good little girls and boys. That's the corporate line we've been fed since we were children. But I'm telling you it just aint true.
Santa isn't a good guy. He's pure evil. Who is he to say if someone was naughty or nice? He's a dictator, a renegade making moral judgements about you. Supposedly, he rewards good behavior, but what does he consider good behavior. That behavior, however, is never specifically spelled out. Does it even exist? Who is to say there is an absolute good or evil? Apparently, Santa Claus. It seems to be far to relativistic for me. So, I'm saying there is no good behavior, just behavior he likes and dislikes.
Don't let Santa fool you into his relativstic moralism, bound by social norms and unthinking compliance. Throw off the shackles and chains of Christmas repression.
Top ten signs Santa Hates You
1. It's always me, me, me. How about thinking about Santa for once, you ungrateful little bastards.
2. Know what he made those new gloves out of? Your pony.
3. You were good all year and you still got a lump of coal.
4. He gave your asshole cousin a Lexus and you get socks.
5. You got a Christmas sweater that says "Santa Hates You."
6. You reach into your stocking hoping for yummy candy and you get reindeer poop.
7. You wake up in the morning to find a reindeer head in your bed.
8. Take a hot shower on xmas morning, get out and find "Ho, Ho, Dead" has been written on the mirror's condensation.
9. Why does the nog taste like pee?
10. The holiday ham has been violated.
Bad Things Santa Does in Your House
1. That ain't egg nog in the fridge.
2. He took the last can of Who Hash. (That may not be Santa)
3. He stole your mom's favorite necklace and framed the house cleaner.
4. Two words: Milk backwash.
5. He likes to sniff your dirty socks.
6. His philosophy is, if it's yellow its mellow.
7. Ever wonder why your daughter's cheeks are so rosy? No one else in the family has them.
9. Wonder why that new sweater is all stretched out of shape?
10. In Southern latitudes he wears little more than a thong, and he likes to sit on your couch
Santa isn't a good guy. He's pure evil. Who is he to say if someone was naughty or nice? He's a dictator, a renegade making moral judgements about you. Supposedly, he rewards good behavior, but what does he consider good behavior. That behavior, however, is never specifically spelled out. Does it even exist? Who is to say there is an absolute good or evil? Apparently, Santa Claus. It seems to be far to relativistic for me. So, I'm saying there is no good behavior, just behavior he likes and dislikes.
Don't let Santa fool you into his relativstic moralism, bound by social norms and unthinking compliance. Throw off the shackles and chains of Christmas repression.
Top ten signs Santa Hates You
1. It's always me, me, me. How about thinking about Santa for once, you ungrateful little bastards.
2. Know what he made those new gloves out of? Your pony.
3. You were good all year and you still got a lump of coal.
4. He gave your asshole cousin a Lexus and you get socks.
5. You got a Christmas sweater that says "Santa Hates You."
6. You reach into your stocking hoping for yummy candy and you get reindeer poop.
7. You wake up in the morning to find a reindeer head in your bed.
8. Take a hot shower on xmas morning, get out and find "Ho, Ho, Dead" has been written on the mirror's condensation.
9. Why does the nog taste like pee?
10. The holiday ham has been violated.
Bad Things Santa Does in Your House
1. That ain't egg nog in the fridge.
2. He took the last can of Who Hash. (That may not be Santa)
3. He stole your mom's favorite necklace and framed the house cleaner.
4. Two words: Milk backwash.
5. He likes to sniff your dirty socks.
6. His philosophy is, if it's yellow its mellow.
7. Ever wonder why your daughter's cheeks are so rosy? No one else in the family has them.
9. Wonder why that new sweater is all stretched out of shape?
10. In Southern latitudes he wears little more than a thong, and he likes to sit on your couch
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Work on Snowflake
So, I haven't blogged in a while, and I haven't spent much time on facebook or twitter, either.
Why? Well, social media is a vampire. It sucks out productivity and leaves you with banal one-liners and vapid video chuckles. People post videos or little jokes and mistake that as their own creativity. Normally, I'm OK with that, but not when I'm working on writing.
Here's the deal. I asked people if they wanted me to continue writing a love story called Dancing with Robin and I posted a few paragraphs to show where the idea was going. Only one person said they wanted to see more. That's enough for me. But I decided to ditch the one-week time limit and spend some time actually thinking about what I wanted to write. That part is done and the actual writing has commenced. It should be done in time for Christmas, so consider it your Xmas gift.
Here's what I've decided. First, the story is now called "Snowflake" and it is written in the style of a fairy tale. Why? Because romantic love is a shared fairy tale. We decide to overlook the things we don't like about a person and focus on the qualities that we do like. We are willing to give that person a chance,in other words. That has to be a mutually shared delusion or it becomes one-sided love. So every couple who fall into romantic love, is living in a type of shared delusion.
Is it a bad delusion? No. It's a necessary one. We need to believe. It's intrinsic to our nature as humans and believing in love is the ultimate expression of our nature. It's such a powerful thing that it can change us for the better. It can open us up to the possibility of the world being a better place. And we strive to make it a better place because of love. Dante believed that everything that we do on this earth and in heaven is driven by our belief in love and God's love for us. It is the salvation of mankind to love one another and through that, love the universe.
Everyone is unique and every love is unique, that's why the story's name is now "Snowflake." The two characters in this story are creating their own style of love and they have to create their own world for their love to exist. That's why love is a fairy tale. It's not the real world. All couples live in their own world when love is new. The real test comes as the romantic delusion falls away, and we have to integrate what we have learned in the journey into a life together. But that's another story.
So, look forward to "Snowflake." Oh ya, I've decided it's the first of a four-story arc about different kinds of love. One for each season. This first one is Winter. Romantic love is important in winter because it's a time to look inward and be together. We find warmth together against the cold around us.
That's all for now.
Why? Well, social media is a vampire. It sucks out productivity and leaves you with banal one-liners and vapid video chuckles. People post videos or little jokes and mistake that as their own creativity. Normally, I'm OK with that, but not when I'm working on writing.
Here's the deal. I asked people if they wanted me to continue writing a love story called Dancing with Robin and I posted a few paragraphs to show where the idea was going. Only one person said they wanted to see more. That's enough for me. But I decided to ditch the one-week time limit and spend some time actually thinking about what I wanted to write. That part is done and the actual writing has commenced. It should be done in time for Christmas, so consider it your Xmas gift.
Here's what I've decided. First, the story is now called "Snowflake" and it is written in the style of a fairy tale. Why? Because romantic love is a shared fairy tale. We decide to overlook the things we don't like about a person and focus on the qualities that we do like. We are willing to give that person a chance,in other words. That has to be a mutually shared delusion or it becomes one-sided love. So every couple who fall into romantic love, is living in a type of shared delusion.
Is it a bad delusion? No. It's a necessary one. We need to believe. It's intrinsic to our nature as humans and believing in love is the ultimate expression of our nature. It's such a powerful thing that it can change us for the better. It can open us up to the possibility of the world being a better place. And we strive to make it a better place because of love. Dante believed that everything that we do on this earth and in heaven is driven by our belief in love and God's love for us. It is the salvation of mankind to love one another and through that, love the universe.
Everyone is unique and every love is unique, that's why the story's name is now "Snowflake." The two characters in this story are creating their own style of love and they have to create their own world for their love to exist. That's why love is a fairy tale. It's not the real world. All couples live in their own world when love is new. The real test comes as the romantic delusion falls away, and we have to integrate what we have learned in the journey into a life together. But that's another story.
So, look forward to "Snowflake." Oh ya, I've decided it's the first of a four-story arc about different kinds of love. One for each season. This first one is Winter. Romantic love is important in winter because it's a time to look inward and be together. We find warmth together against the cold around us.
That's all for now.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The joys of being zombie
As the wonderful "The Walking Dead" ends its first season, it's time to reflect on all things zombie.
First off, what is a zombie? Most of the recent incarnaions appear to be people who have been brain damaged by some sort of mutant virus, but they are still in some sense alive. I give "The Walking Dead" kudos for going completely dead with their zombifications.
Originally, a zombie was a reanimated corpse or possessed person created by the use of voodoo. Bokors, or sorcerers, created the zombies, and they were under the direct control of the sorcerer. Hence, the reason in my story Saving the World for $12.50 an Hour, the Zombie Master makes it a point to say no one controls him.
There do appear to be actual cases of zombification by voodoo. Check out "The Serpent and the Rainbow" and "Passage of Darkness: The Ethnobiology of the Haitian Zombie" for information on how zombies are made. Heck, "The Serpent and the Rainbow" was a pretty creepy movie, too. Using neurotoxins and powerful halucinatory drugs, bokors can induce a death-like state and a state of trance where through which they can control a person.
The word zombie entered into America through "The Magic Island" by W.B. Seabrook in 1929. It was a zombie story set in Haiti (who says Haiti never gave us anything)and deals with the walking dead created through the use of voodoo.
OK, that's enough background. Let's just say zombies rock and they've been freaking us out in America for nearly 100 years. Here's some zombie thoughts for you:
Top ten things zombies can teach us
10. It doesn't matter if you're gay, straight, black or white, people are awesome -- with barbecue sauce.
9. Be goal oriented. (braiiins)
8. Know what you want and go after it. (braiins)
7. Cardio is important.
6. Fashion doesn't matter, it all turns to tatters in the end.
5. Don't be so worried about your appearance. So he's got green skin and yours is just a mass of open scars, we're all zombies.
4. Don't forget to double tap.
3. Your dreams (of brains) can come true, if you pursue them (people). --Zombie Walt Disney
2. Seize the day, because tomorrow you could be the walking dead.
1. Brains are what matter most.
Top ten tweets of the zombie apocalypse.
10. Fresh brains zom zom zom
9. OMG I just shot my mom in the head. I also hear zombies are attacking.
8. Finally, a use for my Humvee. Running over zombies.
7. H8trs h8t, z0mbies 8
6. Icanhaz braaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnss LOL
5. Wooo Hooo, I'm the last man on earth. I can finally get with Jenny. Too bad she's a zombie.
4. KOGI Truck ROJA has no lines. Come get your kimchee quesadillas while they last.
3.RT@glennbeck See this is what O does. We all know he's really a zombie. His father was a foreign zombie. He's helping the zombies people. wake up.
2. Braaaaaiiiiinnnnnnsssss
1. Briiiiaaaaannnnnnnnsss
First off, what is a zombie? Most of the recent incarnaions appear to be people who have been brain damaged by some sort of mutant virus, but they are still in some sense alive. I give "The Walking Dead" kudos for going completely dead with their zombifications.
Originally, a zombie was a reanimated corpse or possessed person created by the use of voodoo. Bokors, or sorcerers, created the zombies, and they were under the direct control of the sorcerer. Hence, the reason in my story Saving the World for $12.50 an Hour, the Zombie Master makes it a point to say no one controls him.
There do appear to be actual cases of zombification by voodoo. Check out "The Serpent and the Rainbow" and "Passage of Darkness: The Ethnobiology of the Haitian Zombie" for information on how zombies are made. Heck, "The Serpent and the Rainbow" was a pretty creepy movie, too. Using neurotoxins and powerful halucinatory drugs, bokors can induce a death-like state and a state of trance where through which they can control a person.
The word zombie entered into America through "The Magic Island" by W.B. Seabrook in 1929. It was a zombie story set in Haiti (who says Haiti never gave us anything)and deals with the walking dead created through the use of voodoo.
OK, that's enough background. Let's just say zombies rock and they've been freaking us out in America for nearly 100 years. Here's some zombie thoughts for you:
Top ten things zombies can teach us
10. It doesn't matter if you're gay, straight, black or white, people are awesome -- with barbecue sauce.
9. Be goal oriented. (braiiins)
8. Know what you want and go after it. (braiins)
7. Cardio is important.
6. Fashion doesn't matter, it all turns to tatters in the end.
5. Don't be so worried about your appearance. So he's got green skin and yours is just a mass of open scars, we're all zombies.
4. Don't forget to double tap.
3. Your dreams (of brains) can come true, if you pursue them (people). --Zombie Walt Disney
2. Seize the day, because tomorrow you could be the walking dead.
1. Brains are what matter most.
Top ten tweets of the zombie apocalypse.
10. Fresh brains zom zom zom
9. OMG I just shot my mom in the head. I also hear zombies are attacking.
8. Finally, a use for my Humvee. Running over zombies.
7. H8trs h8t, z0mbies 8
6. Icanhaz braaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnss LOL
5. Wooo Hooo, I'm the last man on earth. I can finally get with Jenny. Too bad she's a zombie.
4. KOGI Truck ROJA has no lines. Come get your kimchee quesadillas while they last.
3.RT@glennbeck See this is what O does. We all know he's really a zombie. His father was a foreign zombie. He's helping the zombies people. wake up.
2. Braaaaaiiiiinnnnnnsssss
1. Briiiiaaaaannnnnnnnsss
Sunday, November 28, 2010
story time
OK, here's the deal. This is an idea for a story. I'm giving you the idea, the first line and how I want it to end. I haven't written down anything else. Do you want to read more? If you do, I'll write it and post it within a week.
Dancing with Robin
By Kevin Lindsey
Idea: Searching for a perfect moment with the perfect girl.
Nothing is ever perfect -- ever.
The snow shifted from flurries to flakes as we walked out of the coffee shop.
White dots danced in the little breezes of passing cars, giving us cool kisses on our faces as they landed and turned back into water. Then I think I feel a warm breath on my cheek and her lips brush my cheek. I turn and she runs ahead laughing.
I chase. I grab her hand she pulls me in and dances with me in the falling snow. Warmth between us and cold surrounding us. She leans into my ear and says, “You know what would be perfect right now?” We kiss.
Dancing with Robin
By Kevin Lindsey
Idea: Searching for a perfect moment with the perfect girl.
Nothing is ever perfect -- ever.
The snow shifted from flurries to flakes as we walked out of the coffee shop.
White dots danced in the little breezes of passing cars, giving us cool kisses on our faces as they landed and turned back into water. Then I think I feel a warm breath on my cheek and her lips brush my cheek. I turn and she runs ahead laughing.
I chase. I grab her hand she pulls me in and dances with me in the falling snow. Warmth between us and cold surrounding us. She leans into my ear and says, “You know what would be perfect right now?” We kiss.
Friday, November 26, 2010
In the end
We lie awake, each lost in our own thoughts.
The gentle gray of a false dawn slowly bringing the room into focus.
Birds begin their morning affirmation that they made it through the night. Chi chi chi rrrawwkaka the songs of the morning ring out. And with every moment color bleeds into the world as the light grows brighter.
Dawn is here and I can see the brown in her hair. My fingers dance down her arm in a gentle brush and she rolls over to face me. Her full lips paler without lipstick, she mumbles "morning" and puts her head against my chest and closes her eyes. She knows she'll never sleep in this bed again. We can't keep going. There weren't enough moments like this. And that's my fault.
The cat walks into the room and demands to be let out with a quick sharp noise.
And in the end we became strangers again.
The gentle gray of a false dawn slowly bringing the room into focus.
Birds begin their morning affirmation that they made it through the night. Chi chi chi rrrawwkaka the songs of the morning ring out. And with every moment color bleeds into the world as the light grows brighter.
Dawn is here and I can see the brown in her hair. My fingers dance down her arm in a gentle brush and she rolls over to face me. Her full lips paler without lipstick, she mumbles "morning" and puts her head against my chest and closes her eyes. She knows she'll never sleep in this bed again. We can't keep going. There weren't enough moments like this. And that's my fault.
The cat walks into the room and demands to be let out with a quick sharp noise.
And in the end we became strangers again.
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