Mercie can't use the tire somebody left at the house I am remodeling. If anybody else wants a seemingly brand-new Goodyear Eagle GT P215/60 R16, it is free to a good home... I would hate to just toss it out with bulk trash but I have no use for it.
This has got to be the most EPIC journal post ever. EVER. ever ever EVER. I've added things to it like ten times. Whoa.
The indescribeably beautiful MistakesMade laments her non-SG status. Who can understand the minds of the powers that be? Not I. But I shall post this:
I think the first comment I ever wrote was in the newbie group and I wrote something like this (but I didn't save it or anything so it probably lacks some of the original flavor):
Why did you join SG?
I got in to a fight with my GF, and decided to go out with some guy friends of mine. She said, well, if you are going out, I am going to go to the Suicide Girls burlesque show. I hooked up with my friends, and they took me to the SG show. My GF didn't show, but I came home drenched in water and covered in chocolate sauce. She thought that was hilarious. I checked out the site the next day and to my amazement it was not just a porn site. This looks like a place where all sorts come together and share stories, ideas, and comradeship, standing up for THEIR values, making a difference by saying that OUR values matter too. WE have rights. WE are important. WE WILL NOT be marginalized. This place has people with flavor. MY kind of people. It seems to be a place where people can be their real true selves and not be condemned. So, sure. Sign me up. I'll hang around for a while. Someday this place might get all twisted up by becoming too mainstream and corporate, and that will be my cue to exit. Until then, I'm all yours, hon!
WARNING: DEEP DISCUSSIONS MAY RESULT FROM READING THIS JOURNAL ENTRY
Reading Mercie's journal also inspured [that was a typo but I leave it on purpose because if "inspured" is not a word then it should be and it is exactly the sort of word that I would like to use there] the following rant that I was gonna post in her journal but instead will put it here lest she be targeted for having such revolutionary stuff appear in her journal...
LICK BUSH 2004
Should same sex couples go to a state where it is "legal" to get married? There is absolutely no reason for anyone on this green earth (same or opposite sexes alike) to get a piece of paper from the government that says they are married. Governments don't make marriages; PEOPLE make marriages. The marital partners make marriages, and the community that surrounds them recognize, honor, and respect the marriage, or not. The same principles apply to opposite sex couples and same sex couples. If you want to have a ceremony and call yourself married, then do it. I'll consider you married and so should everybody else on this planet. To hell with the government. Who needs to pay a tax to get their permission to be "married"? You can create the legal effect of marriage without getting a marriage license from a government that trys to control what you can and can't do with your own life that makes no fucking difference to anybody but you and your beloved(s). Yeah, if people want to be polygamous, let 'em do that too. Who the hell am I to say they can't? You know, if you don't go and get marriage licenses, I don't think the bastards can prosecute you for polygamy... Not sure about that though. They penalize you for getting "legally" married in your taxes anyway.
My friends point out that I forgot about insurance, which I did. I guess I forgot about it because our whole sick care system (I dare not call it health care because it does not keep us healthy but only pays people lots of money to do things to us after we are already broken) is SCREWED and we ought to have universal health care anyway. Just legalize drugs and take all the money we used to funnel to all those anti-drug activites and medicare and health insurance regulation et cetera ad nauseum and pump 'em into health care and it is funded.
Sorry to get off on a rant there... I have strong feelings about issues of personal liberty. America--land of the "free"? Yeah, right. We have to fight like hell to keep the little bit of freedom we have left from over two centuries of erosion. Precious little is left. It will take centuries to get our freedom back, and it just won't happen unless Americans stop being apathetic about it or worse yet trading freedom for security. Nazi Germany was a very secure place. Secure, but twisted and certainly not free. Oh--we don't put people in concentration camps? Tell that to the Japanese Americans we put in concentration camps during WWII and the people being held indefinitely by the USA in Guantanemo Bay without being given the right to a trial or to speak in their own defense right now.
I deeply believe in the principles on which this nation was founded and wish to hell the government would respect them some day. Until then, I'll do whatever I can to nudge us back in that direction.
Yesterday, I met o2bnlove at the library and had a wonderful time getting the Grand Tour of the catacombs. I got my library card too, AND obtained an old streetcar map for my GF so the city can stop being out bunches of money when they don't tell her company about streetcar tracks that are hidden under the pavement when she is drawing up plans for work and the workers discover them as they begin the job... You would think they would tell contractors about that sort of thing, but apparently they are either ignorant or apathetic about the difference between going through pavement and going through rail tracks hidden under pavement. Go figure.
For those of you going through personal difficulty right now (you know who you are) this is for you:
I read the first half of Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl yesterday and this morning while waiting for the contractor to show up. I felt like I was in "Waiting for Godot." Anyway... In case you aren't familiar, the author was a psychiatrist who survived the Nazi concentration camps. The book is mostly about what that experience does to and says about the human spirit and condition and the lessons about humanity that can be learned from the whole Nazi torture thing. I think it is amazing that even such horrible atrocity can produce some sort of positive result (this book). It tends to confirm my belief that nothing is purely evil or good. This passage struck me as something that has pulled me through lots of dark spots in my life:
Is that theory true which would have us believe that man is no more than a product of many conditional and environmental factors--be they of a biological, psychological or sociological nature? Is man but an accidental product of these? Most important, do the prisoner reactions to the singular world of the concentration camp prove that man cannot escape the influences of his surroundings? Does man have no choice of action in the face of such circumstances?
We can answer these questions from experience as well as on principle. The experiences of camp life show that man does have a choice of action. There were enough examples, often of a heroic nature, which proved that apathy could be overcome, irritability suppressed. Man can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, of independence of mind, even in such terrible conditions of psychic and physical stress.
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a manbut one thing: the last of the human freedoms--to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's way.
And there were always choices to make. Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom; which determined whether or not you would become the plaything of circumstance, renouncing freedom and dignity to become molded into the form of the typical inmate.
I was working until midnight getting the first floor kitchen and bedroom wired up last night. After that I had a project for work I HAD to finish so I was up until after 4am working on THAT. Then I had to go back this morning to put out the old tires that were left at the house for bulk trash pickup. Contractor was supposed to be there today doing drywall so I had a hard deadline to meet. Of course the contractor was not there all morning, he just dropped off some insulation and cruised on... Sleep is for whimps.
So I am feeling a little twisted up today.
This has got to be the most EPIC journal post ever. EVER. ever ever EVER. I've added things to it like ten times. Whoa.
The indescribeably beautiful MistakesMade laments her non-SG status. Who can understand the minds of the powers that be? Not I. But I shall post this:
I think the first comment I ever wrote was in the newbie group and I wrote something like this (but I didn't save it or anything so it probably lacks some of the original flavor):
Why did you join SG?
I got in to a fight with my GF, and decided to go out with some guy friends of mine. She said, well, if you are going out, I am going to go to the Suicide Girls burlesque show. I hooked up with my friends, and they took me to the SG show. My GF didn't show, but I came home drenched in water and covered in chocolate sauce. She thought that was hilarious. I checked out the site the next day and to my amazement it was not just a porn site. This looks like a place where all sorts come together and share stories, ideas, and comradeship, standing up for THEIR values, making a difference by saying that OUR values matter too. WE have rights. WE are important. WE WILL NOT be marginalized. This place has people with flavor. MY kind of people. It seems to be a place where people can be their real true selves and not be condemned. So, sure. Sign me up. I'll hang around for a while. Someday this place might get all twisted up by becoming too mainstream and corporate, and that will be my cue to exit. Until then, I'm all yours, hon!
WARNING: DEEP DISCUSSIONS MAY RESULT FROM READING THIS JOURNAL ENTRY
Reading Mercie's journal also inspured [that was a typo but I leave it on purpose because if "inspured" is not a word then it should be and it is exactly the sort of word that I would like to use there] the following rant that I was gonna post in her journal but instead will put it here lest she be targeted for having such revolutionary stuff appear in her journal...
LICK BUSH 2004
Should same sex couples go to a state where it is "legal" to get married? There is absolutely no reason for anyone on this green earth (same or opposite sexes alike) to get a piece of paper from the government that says they are married. Governments don't make marriages; PEOPLE make marriages. The marital partners make marriages, and the community that surrounds them recognize, honor, and respect the marriage, or not. The same principles apply to opposite sex couples and same sex couples. If you want to have a ceremony and call yourself married, then do it. I'll consider you married and so should everybody else on this planet. To hell with the government. Who needs to pay a tax to get their permission to be "married"? You can create the legal effect of marriage without getting a marriage license from a government that trys to control what you can and can't do with your own life that makes no fucking difference to anybody but you and your beloved(s). Yeah, if people want to be polygamous, let 'em do that too. Who the hell am I to say they can't? You know, if you don't go and get marriage licenses, I don't think the bastards can prosecute you for polygamy... Not sure about that though. They penalize you for getting "legally" married in your taxes anyway.
My friends point out that I forgot about insurance, which I did. I guess I forgot about it because our whole sick care system (I dare not call it health care because it does not keep us healthy but only pays people lots of money to do things to us after we are already broken) is SCREWED and we ought to have universal health care anyway. Just legalize drugs and take all the money we used to funnel to all those anti-drug activites and medicare and health insurance regulation et cetera ad nauseum and pump 'em into health care and it is funded.
Sorry to get off on a rant there... I have strong feelings about issues of personal liberty. America--land of the "free"? Yeah, right. We have to fight like hell to keep the little bit of freedom we have left from over two centuries of erosion. Precious little is left. It will take centuries to get our freedom back, and it just won't happen unless Americans stop being apathetic about it or worse yet trading freedom for security. Nazi Germany was a very secure place. Secure, but twisted and certainly not free. Oh--we don't put people in concentration camps? Tell that to the Japanese Americans we put in concentration camps during WWII and the people being held indefinitely by the USA in Guantanemo Bay without being given the right to a trial or to speak in their own defense right now.
I deeply believe in the principles on which this nation was founded and wish to hell the government would respect them some day. Until then, I'll do whatever I can to nudge us back in that direction.
Yesterday, I met o2bnlove at the library and had a wonderful time getting the Grand Tour of the catacombs. I got my library card too, AND obtained an old streetcar map for my GF so the city can stop being out bunches of money when they don't tell her company about streetcar tracks that are hidden under the pavement when she is drawing up plans for work and the workers discover them as they begin the job... You would think they would tell contractors about that sort of thing, but apparently they are either ignorant or apathetic about the difference between going through pavement and going through rail tracks hidden under pavement. Go figure.
For those of you going through personal difficulty right now (you know who you are) this is for you:
I read the first half of Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl yesterday and this morning while waiting for the contractor to show up. I felt like I was in "Waiting for Godot." Anyway... In case you aren't familiar, the author was a psychiatrist who survived the Nazi concentration camps. The book is mostly about what that experience does to and says about the human spirit and condition and the lessons about humanity that can be learned from the whole Nazi torture thing. I think it is amazing that even such horrible atrocity can produce some sort of positive result (this book). It tends to confirm my belief that nothing is purely evil or good. This passage struck me as something that has pulled me through lots of dark spots in my life:
Is that theory true which would have us believe that man is no more than a product of many conditional and environmental factors--be they of a biological, psychological or sociological nature? Is man but an accidental product of these? Most important, do the prisoner reactions to the singular world of the concentration camp prove that man cannot escape the influences of his surroundings? Does man have no choice of action in the face of such circumstances?
We can answer these questions from experience as well as on principle. The experiences of camp life show that man does have a choice of action. There were enough examples, often of a heroic nature, which proved that apathy could be overcome, irritability suppressed. Man can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, of independence of mind, even in such terrible conditions of psychic and physical stress.
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a manbut one thing: the last of the human freedoms--to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's way.
And there were always choices to make. Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom; which determined whether or not you would become the plaything of circumstance, renouncing freedom and dignity to become molded into the form of the typical inmate.
I was working until midnight getting the first floor kitchen and bedroom wired up last night. After that I had a project for work I HAD to finish so I was up until after 4am working on THAT. Then I had to go back this morning to put out the old tires that were left at the house for bulk trash pickup. Contractor was supposed to be there today doing drywall so I had a hard deadline to meet. Of course the contractor was not there all morning, he just dropped off some insulation and cruised on... Sleep is for whimps.
So I am feeling a little twisted up today.
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