Fly vs. Spy

Beggars

I found this quote while reading the Obama speech recap tonight.

"The way to lead is not to raise taxes and put more money and power in hands of Washington politicians," said the charismatic and youthful Jindal, considered a possible presidential candidate in 2012. "Who among us would ask our children for a loan, so we could spend money we do not have, on things we do not need?"

I'll answer that one. My mom. She once demanded I give her several thousand dollars for 'moving expenses' so she could secretly go get lasik surgery. We haven't spoken in seven years. Thank god. 

Just looking...

A commitment phobe is like the man who walked into the strip club with no cash in his wallet. He sits in the back just watching all the pretty ladies dancing, one more beautiful than the next. Doesn't want to drink. Doesn't want to tip. Just looking...

human viral misery chain

I've noticed a chain reaction type of effect going on amongst my fellow humans. The mental image is one person stabbing another with a knife, and then the victim immediately turns around and stabs the next person. Every time I hear someone complain about a personal attack, I watch them do it to someone else, completely unaware.

Someone had their friends turn on them, so they turned on one of their friends. Someone never got an apology, so they won't apologize to someone else. Someone got pushed out of a group, they will go and push someone else out of a group. Someone gets tricked into trusting the wrong person, they will become the wrong person and trick someone else into trusting them. The immediate response to an attack is to turn around and become the person who attacked you. It's energy vampirism 101.

Human viral misery. Is this is what Jesus meant when he said "turn the other cheek"? That if you refuse to attack back, and refuse and refuse and refuse, then eventually the entire system will break down and set you free?

I hope so.

The thief

When I got to Oregon last week, I stopped by my friend Barb's house for the night. We sat in bed drinking nigori out of wine glasses and nibbling on Valentines Day chocolate. She was having a hard time because she woke up that day with a swollen right hand. She was in a lot of pain and we sat trying to figure out what the problem could be. The doctor told her it was an infection on a cellular level and might require antibiotics.

I remembered that one time my mother had had the same problem. She woke up with a swollen, red hand one day and it went away of its own accord about a week later. Barb loaded up on vitamins, put a splint around it and we went to sleep. Just as I was falling into a road weary slumber, I suddenly remembered that during the same time my mother had a mysterious swollen hand, she had also confessed that she had been pilfering cash out of my sock drawer to pay some dental bills. I laughed out loud...

Caught red handed.

Lobster Baby Rescue Mission

Yes, I'm still kicking asses...sort of. Or playing the hero, or whatever. Putting a friend in a chicken wing in the middle of a party to protect expensive looking artwork. While wearing a psycho raggedy anne costume and an orange wig. You'd have done the same... Right? That's what I thought!

Sedona

This is what I've been up to since last Saturday.

Sedona...