I saw this in a the “Hows it hanging Saddam” [sic] Facebook group.

I wonder if they really hate Saddam that much. Or if they just learned to hate him from the media.

Because I don’t hate him that much. Maybe I should. Maybe if I knew everything they knew, I’d hate him with that much fury.

Or maybe they’re just a bunch of kids trying to blow off steam. So they pick a target and unload.

I don’t support Saddam. I don’t agree with how he handled governing his country. I don’t think he should get away unscathed.

But I don’t know how I could hate him. I don’t know him. I never met him.

Maybe the world’s a better place without him. Or maybe it’s worse off if it leads to more reckless hate.

Namaste.

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December 30, 2006

In other words, stop trying to be someone you’re not to impress someone that doesn’t exist. Stop trying to run a race that isn’t there.

The Atheists Dilemma? Hm…

December 30, 2006

This one hardly needs any commentary. But I will add that bananas used to look like this before they were domesticated. Go figure.

And now, let the sexual puns begin!

Far, far too funny (and true)

December 26, 2006



In the vein of Dave’s posts (here and here), I thought I’d add some more math humor to the mix. Courtesy of A Webcomic of Romance, Sarcasm, Math, and Language.


If you look real careful, you’ll see that the sign says ‘You had me at FREE POPCORN.’ But a certain astute friend noticed something about “me-at free popcorn.” To say the least, I was hooked.

:)

Namaste.

Check out my very first podcast here.

Yeah, I mumble a lot. But if you can make it out, cool beans!

Merry Christmas!

December 25, 2006

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it’s just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you’ve told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you’ve followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he’ll say he’s just not the same
And you’ll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life
How to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life

~ How to Save a Life by The Fray

Christmas is…

December 25, 2006

waking up from a dream where you thought you had to go back to school and realizing you still have another 3 weeks off.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Merry Christmas (Eve)!

December 24, 2006

Just in case you forgot: Jesus died for our sins so we could get presents on his birthday. Rock on!

:)

This is how I feel today, this is my baseline. That’s a trick. I learned it from an actor so it must not be full of shit. I asked her how she grounded herself, how she’d get rid of anxiety before she walked on stage. She said that there were certain things that are very difficult to control, and how she felt at that moment was one of them. For her it was less about getting rid of that anxiety. Less about subtraction and more about recalibration. She would pause for a moment to take what would seem to be her emotional temperature. A pause to feel the anxiety, the excitement, the sadness, whatever it was that day. She would try to do this without judgement, without separating out the bad things from the good things with an eye to change them, but rather taking them at face value. Instead she would recalibrate, the total for what she found would become her normal new baseline from which she would experience the world.

Certain emotions can feed on themselves. It’s easy to become anxious about being anxious, become more depressed about being depressed. The goal of the recalibration was to normalize these feelings, to make them things you didn’t have to apologize to yourself for, or worse, beat yourself up about.

I like this idea; this idea I stole from the actors. The idea that you’re constantly in flux. When I agree to do something in the future, not just one me is making that agreement, but many versions of me. Recognizing that helps me understand why routines can be so hard. You don’t always know who’s going to be showing up for the job. ‘A five mile run?! You’re out of your fucking mind! Who signed up for that?!’ ‘Healthy me. You didn’t get the memo?’

I don’t know if it’s accurate imagery, but I think of a lot of overlapping curves. For example, I’m on the bottom of a curve right now I call the problem curve. When I’m on the top of that curve I like to work on big, open-ended, creative problems. Unsolvable problems. But when I’m down here I like to work on smaller things. Problems I know that I can solve. It’s good for cleaning my room or knocking off e-mails, or programming little flash toys. Finding my baseline is like checking to see which version of me showed up. There’s some things that some of us aren’t so good at. But we’re good at other things. Restless me isn’t so good at sleeping, but he can read like a mother-fucker. Yelling at him isn’t going to get him to sleep any faster.

This is how I feel today, this is my baseline.

– Ze Frank, from Baseline

Man, this no-self stuff just keeps popping up. Ze Frank is pretty smart. I’m not too surprised to find it coming from him.

I’m on the bottom of the problem curve. I have been for most of break. But I think a lot of it is self-inflicted. Or is it?

Regardless: THE sine curve, anyone? :)