The Spiritual
I have joined a number of "spiritual" groups over the last year or so. I did so in the hopes of gaining information and sharing ideas with people of the same ilk. My findings so far? As long as I avoid issues which are complicated or have any depth to them whatsoever, things go smoothly. Not that they don't go smoothly when I do post things of that sort---just no one will respond. I do notice a large contingent of "spiritual" people who really dig rainbows, hugs, stars, animals and flowers. Pretty pretty.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Sunday, October 19, 2003
Friday, October 17, 2003
The State of Church
I was channel surfing and came across a discussion on the "new" catholic church. The interviewer asked the question and the male spoke first.
Male: "I think people have to remeber that the church serve 1.1 billion people from all walks of life all over the world. While I understand people would like change the catholic church has to change slowly and gradually to accomodate all of its followers. We in North America may want change to come much quicker while those in Africa perhaps much more gradually."
Female : " People have to understand that the church does not work under the same ideals as society. The church is neither liberal or conservative. These are political terms that have no place in the bible."
My take on these two : "Talk about tripe. The people of Africa, I would wager heavily, would dearly love change to come quickly and in abundant amounts. As for political terms and the church; the catholic church is a government. It has its laws, its followers, workers etc...
This interview was mainly about the problems facing the catholic church. If these two are indicative of the people running the church you can pretty safely say catholicism will definitely continue to have its controversies. And thank God for that huh.
I was channel surfing and came across a discussion on the "new" catholic church. The interviewer asked the question and the male spoke first.
Male: "I think people have to remeber that the church serve 1.1 billion people from all walks of life all over the world. While I understand people would like change the catholic church has to change slowly and gradually to accomodate all of its followers. We in North America may want change to come much quicker while those in Africa perhaps much more gradually."
Female : " People have to understand that the church does not work under the same ideals as society. The church is neither liberal or conservative. These are political terms that have no place in the bible."
My take on these two : "Talk about tripe. The people of Africa, I would wager heavily, would dearly love change to come quickly and in abundant amounts. As for political terms and the church; the catholic church is a government. It has its laws, its followers, workers etc...
This interview was mainly about the problems facing the catholic church. If these two are indicative of the people running the church you can pretty safely say catholicism will definitely continue to have its controversies. And thank God for that huh.
Monday, October 13, 2003
The Fool Am I
She trips the switch to ignite the line of information that illuminates a dark mind. A special spatial glimmering of words/worlds come dance to life. Of thoughts from brilliant daring leaps of logic, hope, imagination. I blurt out a destination which is recieved with a voracious curiousity only to be reminded of a day best left forgotten. With a quivering lip I am shown to be the fool I am.
She trips the switch to ignite the line of information that illuminates a dark mind. A special spatial glimmering of words/worlds come dance to life. Of thoughts from brilliant daring leaps of logic, hope, imagination. I blurt out a destination which is recieved with a voracious curiousity only to be reminded of a day best left forgotten. With a quivering lip I am shown to be the fool I am.
Monday, June 09, 2003
Liberty
Many people were against the "liberation" of Iraq and many discussions and politicing have gone on during and since. The reasons for invasion were varied, but the one people seemed to hone in on the most was the idea of freeing a tyranized people. Now if that were the case alone most people would back the idea of liberation for the people of Iraq, but doesn't it begin to seem like the motivation for "freeing" the Iraqi people was initiated entirely by something other reason? You could make the argument that it was to destroy the countries weapons of mass destruction, but then again you would have to be able to find them to prove they actually existed . Its a big country though. I'm sure they are hidden somewhere special away from anywhere a military installation might be. For now, though, we must concede that Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction (at least to the degree the US govt would have us beleive) and that the country was of no imminent threat to anyone other than themselves. "He was a brutal dictator who had to be removed for the good of the people." I don't disagree with that sentiment. He was a monster there is no doubt. So......now that one monster is down who is next? Why stop at one villain? Why not try to bring peace to the rest of the world? Recently we have been hearing more about the problems of the Congo. Nevermind that for years there has been war there and that over a million have died there in the last ten years. The Ugandan forces have pulled out and left the country feuding once again. So where are these great liberators? Lots of people being killed in the Congo and the everyday people are repressed and murdered without cause. Where is Tony Blair? Where is George Bush? This is where you can make the case that Iraq was a grab for oil resources. One of the first missions for "coalition" troops was to protect oil wells. Apparently this was for the Iraqi peoples interest and had nothing to do with the fact that the French, Germans and Russians would lose huge contracts for oil development leaving control to the US. It had nothing to do with tearing down a very rich resource country and gaining all the contracts to rebuild it with payment being made in the form of free oil. Tell me it had nothing to do with geo-political power. If it wasn't a resource grab and these governments were actually concerned for the well being of the freedom of the Iraqi people could we not expect to see peace keepers in resource poor countries such as Rwanda or the Congo? Oh wait! There are peacekeepers in the Congo. French peacekeepers. Enjoy your freedom fries.
Many people were against the "liberation" of Iraq and many discussions and politicing have gone on during and since. The reasons for invasion were varied, but the one people seemed to hone in on the most was the idea of freeing a tyranized people. Now if that were the case alone most people would back the idea of liberation for the people of Iraq, but doesn't it begin to seem like the motivation for "freeing" the Iraqi people was initiated entirely by something other reason? You could make the argument that it was to destroy the countries weapons of mass destruction, but then again you would have to be able to find them to prove they actually existed . Its a big country though. I'm sure they are hidden somewhere special away from anywhere a military installation might be. For now, though, we must concede that Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction (at least to the degree the US govt would have us beleive) and that the country was of no imminent threat to anyone other than themselves. "He was a brutal dictator who had to be removed for the good of the people." I don't disagree with that sentiment. He was a monster there is no doubt. So......now that one monster is down who is next? Why stop at one villain? Why not try to bring peace to the rest of the world? Recently we have been hearing more about the problems of the Congo. Nevermind that for years there has been war there and that over a million have died there in the last ten years. The Ugandan forces have pulled out and left the country feuding once again. So where are these great liberators? Lots of people being killed in the Congo and the everyday people are repressed and murdered without cause. Where is Tony Blair? Where is George Bush? This is where you can make the case that Iraq was a grab for oil resources. One of the first missions for "coalition" troops was to protect oil wells. Apparently this was for the Iraqi peoples interest and had nothing to do with the fact that the French, Germans and Russians would lose huge contracts for oil development leaving control to the US. It had nothing to do with tearing down a very rich resource country and gaining all the contracts to rebuild it with payment being made in the form of free oil. Tell me it had nothing to do with geo-political power. If it wasn't a resource grab and these governments were actually concerned for the well being of the freedom of the Iraqi people could we not expect to see peace keepers in resource poor countries such as Rwanda or the Congo? Oh wait! There are peacekeepers in the Congo. French peacekeepers. Enjoy your freedom fries.
Friday, June 06, 2003
Young Darkcloud
Leaning against the railing she looks over at me almost smiling, looking unsure, but strangley happy not unlike the mood created by an opium high or a manic moment. As I approach she comes up the steps a little like she wants to meet me. I put on my sour grownup face and walk by ignoring her. I can see something is not right. The energy all about her is all wrong. She slinks back down the stairs to await for her bus making eye contact with me one last quick moment. I'm around the corner and out of sight. Back into the building and onto the elevator I go back to warm quiet safety. Everyone is sleeping here. I can't stop thinking about her.
Its late in the evening as I make my way to the river where my medicine wheel sits. As I walk along the path I am startled by movement across from me. I squint into the darkness and see its a deer. No, its two....three deer. Three deer looking at me. The first bows its head to me and walks on. The second follows suit and then the third. I feel like woodland royalty. Elated. I watch them go until they are out of site and even then I stand my ground relishing the few moments that just passed. Finally, I make way to the medicine wheel and go into a meditation. I feel energized and peaceful. I climb back up the bank and follow the path out to the building grounds. At the border there she is. She's taking a late night walk of her own. Yound Darkcloud swimming in wavering energy. This time we greet one another and she seems surprised that I say hello. We then go our seperate ways and I begin to wonder why/who she is. I can't stop thinking about her. Why such a dark cloud? Are you all alone? Did something happen to you? Why can't I stop thinking about you?
Out I go again to walk the dog for the last time of the day. We walk around the building and as we come around the last corner we cross ther road to allow a neighbour and her old grouchy dog to procede. I walk around the bushes and back across the road past a taxi waiting for a fare. I open the front door to the building and there she is coming towards me with flowers in her hair wearing a trench coat. Some of the dress/evening gown sneaks out from under the trench coat and blinds me in a tacky mesmerizing floral pattern. I open the door for her and say hello and study her too painted face. She returns a hello but looks away as if shamed for some reason or maybe its disdain for me being a man. I don't know. I don't turn to see. I walk into the elevator she just departed. It smells of lavendar and earth and it brings me to her. Where are you going young Darkcloud? Out on a call? Is that your little secret? Is that why your soul is wavering so? Will you return with those flowers in your hair? Why do I care?
Leaning against the railing she looks over at me almost smiling, looking unsure, but strangley happy not unlike the mood created by an opium high or a manic moment. As I approach she comes up the steps a little like she wants to meet me. I put on my sour grownup face and walk by ignoring her. I can see something is not right. The energy all about her is all wrong. She slinks back down the stairs to await for her bus making eye contact with me one last quick moment. I'm around the corner and out of sight. Back into the building and onto the elevator I go back to warm quiet safety. Everyone is sleeping here. I can't stop thinking about her.
Its late in the evening as I make my way to the river where my medicine wheel sits. As I walk along the path I am startled by movement across from me. I squint into the darkness and see its a deer. No, its two....three deer. Three deer looking at me. The first bows its head to me and walks on. The second follows suit and then the third. I feel like woodland royalty. Elated. I watch them go until they are out of site and even then I stand my ground relishing the few moments that just passed. Finally, I make way to the medicine wheel and go into a meditation. I feel energized and peaceful. I climb back up the bank and follow the path out to the building grounds. At the border there she is. She's taking a late night walk of her own. Yound Darkcloud swimming in wavering energy. This time we greet one another and she seems surprised that I say hello. We then go our seperate ways and I begin to wonder why/who she is. I can't stop thinking about her. Why such a dark cloud? Are you all alone? Did something happen to you? Why can't I stop thinking about you?
Out I go again to walk the dog for the last time of the day. We walk around the building and as we come around the last corner we cross ther road to allow a neighbour and her old grouchy dog to procede. I walk around the bushes and back across the road past a taxi waiting for a fare. I open the front door to the building and there she is coming towards me with flowers in her hair wearing a trench coat. Some of the dress/evening gown sneaks out from under the trench coat and blinds me in a tacky mesmerizing floral pattern. I open the door for her and say hello and study her too painted face. She returns a hello but looks away as if shamed for some reason or maybe its disdain for me being a man. I don't know. I don't turn to see. I walk into the elevator she just departed. It smells of lavendar and earth and it brings me to her. Where are you going young Darkcloud? Out on a call? Is that your little secret? Is that why your soul is wavering so? Will you return with those flowers in your hair? Why do I care?
Friday, May 30, 2003
Remembrances of Stupid
Stupid was a student who worked with us for a summer on the railway once upon a time. I asked him once "Do you really not mind people calling you stupid?" to which he responded "I don't care one bit. They can call me anything they want." At the time I thought this guy must be pretty sure of himself and I couldn't help but keep my eye on him from then on. He seemed a well-adjusted young college student who knew what he wanted and was very socioable. The guys seemed to like him fine and he was a good worker. Still, why the name stupid. He had only worked on the railway a month before I got on with this gang. I asked the fellows why they called him stupid and they just said because he was. I though they were all pretty stupid to begin with, so I was surprised they would actually beleive he was worse off than they. I worked with stupid for a few months and being that he was a student and I had no seniority we usually got stuck together along with another new guy we called "Schmengie of the Schmengie Brothers". He was an alcoholic and really burnt out, but we managed to have some laughs. We were sentenced to pull out old service wire along the tracks and roll them into coils using a manual track machine. It was hard work and we always had cuts on our arms from wire snaps. One day we couldn't get time on the track (when a train was near we were made to pull off to one side. We pulled the machine off the track and sat in the shade for lunch. There was a big delay so we wound up just relaxing in the shade. Stupid got bored and for fun took a peice of chipboard he found off the trackside and threw it in the middle of the track. He then decided to pour fuel (the machines gas supply) onto the board and set it on fire. We said "Stupid, what the hell are you doing?" Stupid just told us to relax and that it wouldn't hurt anything. Schmengie and I looked on. He had a nice little fire going and decided to add a little more fuel. When it died down he added more fuel. He tilted the gas can again to spill more fuel on the fire and suddenly had an amazed look about him. The fire had crawled up the gas and onto the plastic gas can. He kept pouring the gas out in hopes of it flooding the fire out. The flames of course grew higher and the plastic gas can was melting. He frantically spun the gas can in a circle around him surrounding himself in a wall of fire. He began to yell "What do I do, what do I do?" We were laughing too hard to be of any use. He jumped out of the ring of flames and dropped the gas can. Schmengie yelled "Bury the sonofabitch, Stupid". which he did. Even a burntout alcoholic had more sense. Stupid buried the gas can and a few minutes later brought what was left of our fuel and a severely disfigured gas can back to us. "Stop laughing guys. Its not funny. I'm in serious shit. What am I going to tell the boss?" It was then that I knew why the name. My answer of course was "Tell him you're stupid, Stupid".
Stupid was a student who worked with us for a summer on the railway once upon a time. I asked him once "Do you really not mind people calling you stupid?" to which he responded "I don't care one bit. They can call me anything they want." At the time I thought this guy must be pretty sure of himself and I couldn't help but keep my eye on him from then on. He seemed a well-adjusted young college student who knew what he wanted and was very socioable. The guys seemed to like him fine and he was a good worker. Still, why the name stupid. He had only worked on the railway a month before I got on with this gang. I asked the fellows why they called him stupid and they just said because he was. I though they were all pretty stupid to begin with, so I was surprised they would actually beleive he was worse off than they. I worked with stupid for a few months and being that he was a student and I had no seniority we usually got stuck together along with another new guy we called "Schmengie of the Schmengie Brothers". He was an alcoholic and really burnt out, but we managed to have some laughs. We were sentenced to pull out old service wire along the tracks and roll them into coils using a manual track machine. It was hard work and we always had cuts on our arms from wire snaps. One day we couldn't get time on the track (when a train was near we were made to pull off to one side. We pulled the machine off the track and sat in the shade for lunch. There was a big delay so we wound up just relaxing in the shade. Stupid got bored and for fun took a peice of chipboard he found off the trackside and threw it in the middle of the track. He then decided to pour fuel (the machines gas supply) onto the board and set it on fire. We said "Stupid, what the hell are you doing?" Stupid just told us to relax and that it wouldn't hurt anything. Schmengie and I looked on. He had a nice little fire going and decided to add a little more fuel. When it died down he added more fuel. He tilted the gas can again to spill more fuel on the fire and suddenly had an amazed look about him. The fire had crawled up the gas and onto the plastic gas can. He kept pouring the gas out in hopes of it flooding the fire out. The flames of course grew higher and the plastic gas can was melting. He frantically spun the gas can in a circle around him surrounding himself in a wall of fire. He began to yell "What do I do, what do I do?" We were laughing too hard to be of any use. He jumped out of the ring of flames and dropped the gas can. Schmengie yelled "Bury the sonofabitch, Stupid". which he did. Even a burntout alcoholic had more sense. Stupid buried the gas can and a few minutes later brought what was left of our fuel and a severely disfigured gas can back to us. "Stop laughing guys. Its not funny. I'm in serious shit. What am I going to tell the boss?" It was then that I knew why the name. My answer of course was "Tell him you're stupid, Stupid".
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Those Darn Americans
From the Fox Network comes a new show called "Stupid People on Video". Another brilliant concept. We decided we had to watch it just for the name alone. My favourite was the two mascots fighting. The video showed an "Indian" fighting a "Demon" apparently started by the "Indian". Punches and kicks were thrown, but when it was all said and done it turned out pretty equal (especially considering they both were wearing foam rubber suits. The "Demon" lost his head, but wound up on top of the "Indian". Post interview of the fight was very compelling. Imagine if you will the gay "Demon" mascot lisping "I said dude this is just pretend. We're mascots and you are taking this way too serious". Cut scene to the "Indian" mascot who offers this pearl of redneck wisdom : "His head come off real easy like. I had a strap on my head. Every good mascot knows you need to strap your head down.". The last video of the show was of a man being chased by a mule. Apparently the man was trying to releive himself when a very amorous mule happened along. A lovers chase ensued ending in the mule pinning the man to the ground and having its way with him. It seems homosexuality is not confined to humans. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we were given a glimpse inside the realm of beastiality on Fox TV. The funniest thing about the incident is that they hazed out the mans bare ass and the mules genitalia. I thank them for sparing me the details (ie. penetration or not?), but seriously...its a mule cock for chrissakes!
From the Fox Network comes a new show called "Stupid People on Video". Another brilliant concept. We decided we had to watch it just for the name alone. My favourite was the two mascots fighting. The video showed an "Indian" fighting a "Demon" apparently started by the "Indian". Punches and kicks were thrown, but when it was all said and done it turned out pretty equal (especially considering they both were wearing foam rubber suits. The "Demon" lost his head, but wound up on top of the "Indian". Post interview of the fight was very compelling. Imagine if you will the gay "Demon" mascot lisping "I said dude this is just pretend. We're mascots and you are taking this way too serious". Cut scene to the "Indian" mascot who offers this pearl of redneck wisdom : "His head come off real easy like. I had a strap on my head. Every good mascot knows you need to strap your head down.". The last video of the show was of a man being chased by a mule. Apparently the man was trying to releive himself when a very amorous mule happened along. A lovers chase ensued ending in the mule pinning the man to the ground and having its way with him. It seems homosexuality is not confined to humans. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we were given a glimpse inside the realm of beastiality on Fox TV. The funniest thing about the incident is that they hazed out the mans bare ass and the mules genitalia. I thank them for sparing me the details (ie. penetration or not?), but seriously...its a mule cock for chrissakes!
Crush, Kill, Destroy
It seems everywhere we go these days we are to be bombarded by media ads. Did you know that they now have commercials running on monitors mounted in buses, taxis, bank machines, grocery stores? You name it they got it. Its not enough we get bombarded by spam, phone calls, billboards etc...now they are putting these ads where we are captive. Its like some giant commercial prison we can't escape unless we make like Logans Run or Bladerunner and escape into the wilderness. Soon we will have communes of people living in the wilderness foraging for edible roots to sustain themselves in order to read the complete works of William Shakespeare. I am hopeful that the whole system will collapse in on itself. That the point will come where we can't afford anything more than the very basics. That the multi-nationals, in all their greed, will have finally bled us to the point of no return. Then there will be no more money for ads in taxis. I am a dreamer.
It seems everywhere we go these days we are to be bombarded by media ads. Did you know that they now have commercials running on monitors mounted in buses, taxis, bank machines, grocery stores? You name it they got it. Its not enough we get bombarded by spam, phone calls, billboards etc...now they are putting these ads where we are captive. Its like some giant commercial prison we can't escape unless we make like Logans Run or Bladerunner and escape into the wilderness. Soon we will have communes of people living in the wilderness foraging for edible roots to sustain themselves in order to read the complete works of William Shakespeare. I am hopeful that the whole system will collapse in on itself. That the point will come where we can't afford anything more than the very basics. That the multi-nationals, in all their greed, will have finally bled us to the point of no return. Then there will be no more money for ads in taxis. I am a dreamer.
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Ha ha, sucker!
I'm a sucker for the television. I know if I turn it on there will be nothing on it to watch and I will just flip through the channels, sometimes for hours, staring at no one thing in particular. I will become one of those "idiots" that defines the term "idiot box" so devinely. Mesmerized by images telling me how to fix everything in my life from how to get sex on demand to how to get money on demand all the time on my terms. The only time I ever get sex on demand is when I'm alone. The only time I get money on demand is when the bank calls and demands I pay my overdraft off. OMG Sailor Moon is on----Later
I'm a sucker for the television. I know if I turn it on there will be nothing on it to watch and I will just flip through the channels, sometimes for hours, staring at no one thing in particular. I will become one of those "idiots" that defines the term "idiot box" so devinely. Mesmerized by images telling me how to fix everything in my life from how to get sex on demand to how to get money on demand all the time on my terms. The only time I ever get sex on demand is when I'm alone. The only time I get money on demand is when the bank calls and demands I pay my overdraft off. OMG Sailor Moon is on----Later
Sunday, May 25, 2003
I just came in from walking my dog "The Mic-maq Attack" and was taken with a thought. As soon as I exited the building in which we live we (the dog and I) were greeted with loud talking, laughing etc...(alcohol sounds) from across the street. It seems there was a gathering of sorts and a celebration was at hand. I began to think how awful it would be if I was their neighbour. It pisses me off to no end when I am kept awake by unthoughtful people. Then I thought "Well, what if they invited the neighbours. That would be cool." Then I thought "What if they didn't invite the neighbours. What if they just said the neighbours could go fuck themselves." Maybe it was more like "Lets party. Who gives a crap about them white assholes." or any ethnic slur that comes to your mind. It struck me that people do tend to objectify those of another race much more than they would their "own". We see it on a daily basis and every society has a long list of rationalizations for feeling and saying the things they do. This is of course a generalization. There are people in this world who are colour blind and tolerent of other ideas, but I think overall its a rarity. Of course you could shove my whole premise out the window by just stating "It was just a fucking party" and you wouldn't be wrong for it. Of course, you wouldn't be right either.
Friday, May 23, 2003
I never seem to follow through with these things, but this morning my intention is to begin writing with more regularity. The only obstacles I really face are laziness and a lack of material on which to pontificate about. If I stick with this I can see me writing often about spirituality (or lack thereof), politics (I'm for the people not the money) and human nature (we're all fucking nuts). I'm sure I haven't impressed you as yet, but stick with me. I am told I grow on people like a find mold often will. I've gotten over my fascination with topics such as "How Many Beers Can You Drink Before Passing Out", "Chicks With Dicks" and "Farts" so if this seems a dissapointment to you it will only get worse for you. I suggest you leave now, crack open a cold one, find some "tasteful" pornography on the net and hit the Mexicali food heavily.
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