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Irish

Posted in Commentary with tags , , , on March 15, 2010 by gypsygies

So, I finally stopped saying “Luck of the Irish to ye!” when I realized the Irish…have shitty luck.

I mean, seriously…anybody who’s ever been betrayed, shit upon, put upon, Starved, conquered, had their religion stolen from them…and then brainwashed into thinking it’s what they Want? Oh and let’s not forget getting them arguing and killing off each other about that religion so they don’t really have anything left over to deal with the actual oppressors…yeah, the Irish have the shit luck, man. Infamously, even. You’d have to have never opened a book or watched a movie to not at least have *some* impression of a put-upon Irish.

So I stopped saying that, realizing it’s like a curse instead…like if you’re mad at somebody you might say “Fuck You! And Luck o’the Irish to you as well!”  Yeah. _Take That_ asshole.  You’re a shithead having a nice day? Take some Irish luck, eh? haha.   ;’)

~ Gypsy, proud part Irish and still get excited about St. Patrick’s Day (despite the history of it).   =D

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so I was thinking…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on March 5, 2010 by gypsygies

If someone really wants to make a buck in this obesity-plagued nation… the best program that I WISH existed would be a website in which you could just send them in what you’re eating any particular meal or thing…complete with .jpg photo of your plate & portion, if you wish…and THEY would calculate the friggin calories and nutrition information in it and email it back to you. Cheap service on a per-meal send in charge with no obligation to anything, just pay as you send in meals and get emailed back the calorie/fat count and the service would make millions. Why? Because trying to friggin calculate it yourself is where everybody fails. It’s a huge pain in the ass. You never quite eat what is on a box or a site, you eat your own little dish and your own portions. Complex math has never been known to be the everyday-Americans strong point.

So some entrepenuer with the backing and know how get to it, but you must make it affordable per-meal send in to everyday Americans or it will fail. Make it easy to say “hey – what’s the total calorie count for THIS (pic)?” and you’ll do great.

crazy moi?

Posted in Commentary, Uncategorized with tags , on March 4, 2010 by gypsygies
Est soy Loca/Ya soshla s uma/crazy moi…?

I remember watching some Vin Diesel action flick (triple x?) and being startled at one point to realize that a stunt they were pulling off as crazy-intense-action scene…is actually something I’ve done. “Huh.” To the immortal dumb 20-something I was…seemed to make sense at the time: changing drivers at some 85 mph on the Interstate. In fact, I’ve done both ways at separate times…crawled into the drivers seat while someone else slipped out, and crawled out of the drivers seat once while someone else slipped in. For the life of me, I cannot remember why we couldn’t stop at the time, or rather…while changing drivers while speeding down an interstate seemed more convenient than simply pulling over. See: “immortal dumb 20-something”.

I recently came across something else it hadn’t occurred to me was so `crazy’ until someone else described it so: jumping a train. This was more a matter of necessity in Grinnell, though. There’s a train that runs right through the middle of the college grounds there…very very rude, really, in my opinion. So if you happen to be late for some reason, which is also a standard at Grinnell, jumping the train, crossing to the other side of it, then jump-rolling away = perfectly sane. (right? ;)

It’s a strange light to think back on things from – suddenly occurs to me how wild-seeming some of the things I’ve done is, even though we were never really thinking that at the time. I remember scaling a bank in Grinnell late at night once, because it has a famous “jewel box” window in it that’s very beautiful and we all took turns climbing the bank at like…3 or 4 am and snapping pictures of ourselves posing in the middle of it. It was someone else’s camera, though, and now I’m sad I never got around to getting a copy of that photo.  

We also broke into ARH once, a campus building, late at night. We had run off earlier that afternoon to do god knows what, then when we were coming back late that night, Henry realized he’d left his book bag…with the homework he needed, sitting on a bench inside. He was absolutely adamant that he had to have that book bag that night – though the rest of us were sure then & now he just wanted to see if we could break into ARH. There was an open window on the second floor, and it was decided Aletha could make it through it. My job was only to climb up a little and provide a “stepping spot” (with my knee) for Aletha on the way up. Of course, Hen crawled on up after her anyway and in they went. Back out a few moments later, with huge grins and book bag in hand. It’s not about damaging anything or being a nuisance…it’s about just seeing if you can do it. Simple and “harmless” unless one of us falls and breaks ourselves…which was a very real possibility. And there was, even, a moment of discussion about that. We really weren’t sure whether or not Aletha (or Hen for that matter!) could make the climb – we couldn’t fully see what was on the other side to come down with, and didn’t think she could come down the way she was going up. And I’m even afraid of heights and somehow I’d do this shit…cling to the side of a building and let someone step on me. Immortal, dumb 20-something, yep. All the way.

And that doesn’t even count all the stupid shit I’ve done that “seemed like a good idea at the time” but immediately recognized (er, ok post-turnout of situation) was maybe not-so-smart. That category includes things like knocking myself unconscious after failing to cross a ravine on a fallen tree. I woke up to a terrified boy scout face because this kid was sure he’d found a dead body. Apparently, the boy had seen me climb up on the tree and start to cross the ravine…then when he glanced back I was NOWHERE. I was basically fine, which was incredibly lucky. I wish I could say that was my most embarrassing moment, but I’m sure it’s not. Of course, these were the times I’d show up on campus with an ear-to-ear grin, but trying to look calm, cool and collected. My friend C would see that grin, and instantly say: “Oh god, what did you Do?“…which would turn my face bright red and send me into hysterical laughing. He got good at waiting patiently until I could regain myself, so he could hear about it and laugh too.

Of course these days I’d like to think I’ve gained some wisdom (or at least some caution). I can hope, anyway. I’m fairly sure Fate was only kind to my young 20-something because she was somewhere laughing her butt off. By a few years later Fates’ amusement begins to wear off and you suddenly become ‘mortal’. Damn & Blast! It’s true that I’m still physically unable to stay on a nature trail…but at least I’m more cautious (I think). I find myself wondering, suddenly, if Henry’s still alive? I lost contact with him long ago…he had left college to run off and be a bicycle courier in San Francisco, because he’d heard it was crazy adrenaline fun. According to Henry’s source, the sole objective of the SanFran auto traffic was not to get anywhere, but do to everything possible to stop a bicycle courier from living long enough to make a successful delivery. The goal of the bicycle couriers journey was, of course, to test your basic survivalist instinct. Off Hen goes. “So Henry”, really.

Target, Everywhere

Posted in Commentary with tags , , on March 2, 2010 by gypsygies

Saturday June 17th, 2000

Today I’m having one of those days where you know that there is something in the back of your mind bothering you…but you don’t know what. It’s like something that I must have passed by, and then got distracted by life, and it just seated itself somewhere in a corner to wait. So I am aware of something “disturbing” me that I need to think about, but the day has been so long and I’ve been busy and now I no longer remember what it was that caught me. Residue from my day in the world, I suppose. Sometimes that’s randomly damaging…breathing in the world. There are days when it seems that everything will be alright eventually with this Race…we’ll get it figured out that we can’t teach Hate and expect to be a functional society and, as Julian of Norwich once said: “All shall be well.”. Then there are days when my eyes see too much, even though they were trying to look at something else.

Like earlier today I was in a Target shopping center, and this incident occurred: there was a small child and a young mother shopping nearby me. The child had, at some previous point, picked up an empty bar from a metal rack that some employee must have left laying around…and was playing with it. The mother did not care, simply told the child here and there “get over here” when it strayed too far. The child was singing into this metal bar, then trying to eat it (child is about 4 yrs old), then started randomly smacking things with it…like a sword. The child is hitting clothes, other racks, shoe stacks, poles…everything, and the mother does not care, just pulls the child along. Then the child randomly, just a normal tap-everything-around-you-swing, hit the mom’s leg with it (not hard, just a tap). The mother *instantly* flew upon the kid in a rage, no blink time inbetween, hit the child really hard and started yelling “Don’t You Hit ME With That! I’ll Hit YOU! You Don’t Be Hitting ME…” etc as if she were in the midst of some street brawl with a long held enemy. All that street attitude and tough-talk and hitting the child back. I didn’t even have time to react, no-one did. The sheer speed and rage of her return would be enough to make the child, any child and many adults, start crying in shock. And then there was the violence of the blow. Of course, the child fell to its knees and started balling. This made the mother more angry because, I guess, the child was not simply a cart to be dragged along but a living thing that would react, and it only intensified her yelling. She noticed me then, my disapproval, and yanked the child to its feet and hurried off to some other area.

The sad thing is, I see this kind of thing all the time in the public areas surrounding me. It seems so violent to write it, and it strikes me as so, but yet we all pass by it all the time. Mothers in grocery stores dragging their children through the aisles…paying no real attention to what the kid is doing until it forcefully disrupts their concentration and then all is a moment of fury. They never seem to realize why the child is reacting the way it is. It stuns and amazes me that they do not recognize that a child is a Child and it is NOT a full-understanding adult human being. The child does not yet have experience with the world, and this is the experience you are feeding it. Children react to emotions, and if you direct a strong emotion towards a child, the child will form a response based on the positive or negative stimulus it’s being given. The child’s reaction is Not random. We, as adults, however, must be aware that the longevity of our experience with the world affects our many current trains of thought, and that if we react so strongly negatively to a moments disruption in our minds, the child will not instantly follow and our actions will appear random. I am not saying that any child does, or does not know what it is supposed to be doing or not doing…I make no excuses there…but I am saying that we have no right to throw a whole life’s frustration upon anyone at any moment…especially a child who will have no idea what’s going on. A 4 yr old can not (or at least should not have to be able to) say “she’s having a bad day and that’s why she reacted so strongly”…the child sees mommy in a rage directed at him/her. It’s frightening. I can not be convinced that such parental reactions can be the correct response to disciplining any child…because at that point the child is just scared and insecure and it seems to me all other information gets lost in its shock.

I do not expect every parent to be perfect, never be tired or grouchy, always even and justified. However, I do expect the Effort. Hell I know sometimes *I* yell at my cat when it doesn’t deserve it…but I will catch myself and not carry on with it.

And…as a populace…I expect us (myself included) to find a way to make this social norm be known as disapproved and not have to stand for the abuse of our airspace and person — when you throw disrespect and abuse upon another in my vicinity you are also throwing disrespect and abuse upon me. I do not wish to have this with me today. I just wanted to shop.

I can not understand how anyone could not care about how the people in our world are being taught to be. We are building people and these children affect the other children they go to school with, and they grow into adults and then we have to deal with them and all the traits that they’ve developed. If you desire to abuse/disrespect yourself that’s one thing and I have nothing to say about that. But when you disrespect others, even your own children, eventually Other People have to deal with them and then that affect the World. this is not just of concern to me. I disapprove not only out of sympathy for the child developing but also out of social concern for our Race. We can not continue on this path forever. Raise frightened, confused little beings taught to react with fury to their days’ disruptions and expect the world to turn out A-OK.