Random Writing on Tumblr Reblogs

My tumblr gets the crap that doesn't fit anywhere. Because there are far too many vast lands to explore on the internets, and I'm the souvenir type. Way to go Me.

Anyways, this photo showed up in my dashboard:


via brokenmachine:ceasingtolovereality: papertissue
and I, for some reason, wrote the following:


God, isn't that true.

An Aside: It's not often that I actually have a reaction to one of these photos that I reblog. Occasionally i think, "wow, that's amazing, that's absolutely beautiful" or "man, something about this photo just irks me in the right way", but its not often that I come across a photo that I look at, and swell up.
/Over.

Background: I'm moving. Pretty much everyone knows I'm moving, but what are we leaving behind to do so? It's not something I often want to think about. I mean you always want to look into the future, we look forward by default, forward to what's going to come, forward to a place where we can make up beautiful realities that may or may never exist at all.
I saw this photo, and instead of thinking: "Oh, how pretty" my thought process went something like this*: "a thumbtack, I mean how simple...Who doesn't have that. On a map, makes sense, I mean, where else would a thumbtack be aside from a map, or a corkboard. This is not a corkboard. This is a map, and thumbtacks on a map usually show places you have been, the locations of branches you have grown, traces of you left behind. Look at all those thumbtacks in the distance, each one, a reminder, that something you loved is still living in that place. I began to wonder how that person must feel, that loved one left behind, shoved, nay, buried and pinched under the tip of some office miscellanea, torn to shreds between an aluminum point and a plaster wall. How sad, how utterly heartbreaking to think that moving, and starting over means that you have to leave something behind, to tear it apart, to forget it a little. Because, I mean, come on, how are you supposed to "start over" if you don't actually "start". I mean, then; at that point, you're just left with "over", and "over" is not a 'start', its not a 'beginning', its not a 'go'; "Over" is a 'done', an 'end'."**

That got me thinking. When I go, when I finally get there, there are literally a thousand different potential outcomes, each with their own heartaches and growing pains, but each with the same thing left behind.
So how do you know? how do you if you're absolutely supposed to let go? How do you know what to hold onto? How do you know you're not making the wrong choice?


*A thought process? an entire thought process in a paragraph. It seems very presumptuous to assume that you could actually accurately describe a thought process in one paragraph, even in one book, in a tome, in any form of writing, really. Thoughts are fleeting and the processes that bring them to us are troublesome and difficult to understand. I guess I wrote this one out because it struck me, and as such, has stuck with me.

**Although I referred to this as a 'process' I think, in reality, its more of a breakdown. My breakdown, maybe. Emotionally, immediately? Unlikely. It takes too long for the feeling I have to directly manifest themselves as words on this machine. By then, my fingers have had the time to learn to censor what you ultimately see, they've coated everything in pretty language and flowery images. Is it wrong?
But I guess what I actually meant, was a breakdown of a photograph. Which is way way simpler than analyzing my emotional problems.
-M

Offbeat Ads: Gummy Bear on a Stick

Just look at that man's face. The expression of pure peace and joy is priceless. The thought of the stomach ache he's going to have when he's done bring me a similar feeling.

It Gets Better and Better: Your Television, now in 3-D

Facebook is mostly a way to pass the time between idyll moments of thought. It serves as a distraction, mostly, but on occasion, you come across some tiny morsel of information that really gets your gears moving.

Recently I was on vacation in El Salvador with my father, where I watched Avatar in 3-d (with subtitles, of course) with him and some of his friends. After the movie, my father and I lingered outside waiting for the group to rejoin and discussed the awesome that was that movie presented in 3-d.

Today, rummaging around facebook, I across this heading: "ESPN to launch 3D network in June"

Okay, welcome to the future. Starting in June ESPN is going to be bringing 3-d into your home. How? Well, simple. Remember those nifty 3d glasses that you wore to watch Chicken Little and Avatar? You're gonna need to bust those out. And you know that huge plasma tv you just bought yourself for Christmas? Well you re gonna need to toss that, and buy yourself a better one.

That's a fairly large investment for a recession ridden country, not including the cost of programming, additional hardware and replacement glasses over the months. The challenge to broadcasters will be cost effectiveness. Paul Liao, CEO of the CableLabs consortium of cable operators, says that while 3D movies are paramount to the success of 3D in the home, live sports "will engage the consumer to a degree that has been unprecedented." But the channel plans on being "off-air" when one of the 81 3-d events for 2010 aren't on the air, which doesn't exactly scream 'value-added'.

The rest of the above-mentioned facebook article goes on to say:

Broadcasting live events in 3D comes at an extra cost. Locations where cameras are placed to capture a regular high-definition sporting event don't necessarily translate to a 3D broadcast. If simultaneously broadcasting in regular HD, ESPN needs to employ a second production crew, and different announcers, for the 3D telecast.

ESPN, which is part of Disney, has been testing 3D for more than two years.

In September, it produced the University of Southern California vs. Ohio State football game in 3D, shown on the USC campus and in theaters in Ohio, Texas and Connecticut. In surveys afterward, most viewers said they were "wowed." But some said quick camera changes "were a little hard on the eyes." And the research suggested that willingness to pay for 3D was "extremely dependent on (the) matchup."

"We don't have all the answers," says Chuck Pagano, ESPN's executive vice president for technology. "We asked the same questions back in the HD days. Is this going to be better? Is this going to be worse?"

ESPN likely won't have the 3D stage to itself. The HD Guru3D website reports that DirecTV will launch a 3D channel at CES. Robert Mercer, a spokesman for the satellite provider, wouldn't confirm that. But he says "3D is something we are very interested in."

All in all its forward movement. Although I'm saving my money for hologram TV

Things you may have forgotten

With lives being as busy busy as they are now a days, I understand that its normal and expected for everyone to once in a while forget some things. You lose your keys in your purse, your cup always gets left somewhere in your house, you forget where you put that phone number or email address you jotted on a napkin, all things understandable.

But every so often, I start to notice that people are forgetting some of the more important things on a daily basis. Driving lessons, for example, have gone completely and totally out the window. Common courtesy, another one that's flown right out the door. The word 'thank you' has been replaced with 'sorry' on way too many occasions because some people just don't think. So, since we all know I tend to think far too much, I've gone ahead and not only simplified your life and lessened your mental burden, but also digitized all those life lessons you mother tried to feed you.

Since we're all only human (some are just better humans, right Darwin?) here are some things you may have forgotten:

1. A turning signal is NOT a portable metronome. It's purpose if far greater than merely being awesome when it falls in synch with your favorite Britney jam. In fact, when used as directed, your turning signal can, get this, let people know when you're turning. To attentive drivers, this is incredibly useful. Mostly because it keeps us from smashing out vehicle into the side of yours.
2. Dogs are not children. I don't care how cute your Boston Terrier looks dressed like a sailor, your dog is a dog. Given, some breeds shouldn't be exposed to certain conditions and need sweaters in the cold, now that's understandable. But your dog should never resemble Dorothy, an alligator or, um, a wizard?. And then people wonder why small breeds are hard to housebreak (cough:::revenge:::cough)
3. Not everyone likes your music, so someone explain to me the purpose of getting a speaker installed on the OUTSIDE of your vehicle. Let me ask you something: have you ever been to South or Central America? They have speakers on the outside of their cars there. They use them to announce that the mosquito spray vehicle is coming, so bring your pets inside, and to broadcast inaudible and barely comprehensible political messages into traffic. So, are you spreading the gospel of Pitbull? or just warning the masses of your approach?
4. Most people who open doors for you are not porters. Say thank you, or expect a door in your face.
5. Friends don't get paid for favors. I'm with Larry David on that one.
6. An employee is not a serf. If one were a serf, we would refer to that person as a serf. But we don't; wanna know why? Evolution. The human has evolved enough to understand that people are people regardless of status, wealth, color, or race. Where were you when all this happened? Probably off counting your money somewhere and not giving a shit.
   
7. The internet is not so vast that you can't be found. Most of the people on it know how you make the most of search algorithms. If you don't know what a "search algorithm" is then you shouldn't be trying to hide things online.
8. No one cares about you but you. Your mother tried to tell you this a lot. She did it nicely, telling you instead "You're not good enough for him" or "she doesn't deserve you". Stop trying to make friends, and make happiness, on your terms.

That's all I've got for you today, mostly because I too forget things.

Hooker for a Day.

We weren’t even all the way done with July before the consumer arsenal of Halloween themed trash found its way into my Walmart. More than three months before the day, I find myself amidst an aisle of brightly packed and stacked chocolates and hard candies just waiting to be passed out to the hundreds of overweight kids, who for one fateful day in late October, will actually be walking the streets instead of playing WoW into the break of dawn. The same aisle that showcases all kinds of lays potatoes chips and dip in January and holds notebooks and pens in late July, turns, in late August, into something that almost resembles a mail order bride catalogue of fall flavored beer, gravy mixes and cavities waiting to happen.
It isn’t long after the candy appears that malls start converting their empty spaces into massive hallows eve themed superstores, all the scene kids refill their annual supply of electric colored tights, and stores begin to filling their racks with slutty costumes and cat masks.
Oh, fall, that time of year where the temperature drops low enough for sweaters to be pulled out of storage, the leaves turn brown and the air starts to, wait, what am I talking about? This is Florida, we don’t have that kind of change here. Fall in Florida happens quietly, and mostly in the background, dominated by consumerism. Instead of browning leaves, suddenly, you can find almost anything that tastes like pumpkin (including some things that probably shouldn’t) placed proudly on display at a checkout counter near you. Instead of temperature drops, we get another three months of the beach. We get lots of alcohol, oh, and boobs.
If there’s anything to be said for the fact that’s its 82˚ and humid year round, at the very least, we get to enjoy the best of any trending fashion that requires at least 80% of your body being completely uncovered. It almost seems as if the vast majority of the Floridian populace came to the mass consensus that it was going to use the Halloween season as an excuse to prove to their parents that sending them to church on Sundays was an absolute waste of everyone’s time. And so what if your parents took their time instilling in you the morals of a good girl, you only get this one night a year to go out dressed like the pornographic version of the little mermaid, so why not take advantage of it.
Any Halloween store you walk into will undoubtedly have a selection of costumes that give the skimpiest skivvies a run for their money (with a pricetag to match). It has somehow become okay to walk around dressed (or undressed) in the worlds tiniest sailor outfit, all in good fun.
Sadly though, the world isn’t populated with 5’9 cover models, and the beauty in all this is that, as soon as the air stinks of pumpkins and hurricanes, blossoming beauties of all shapes and sizes are going to squeeze themselves into outfits that no real pirate would ever be caught dead in and body suits so small that most strippers would reconsider, and all in the name of the dead? Who doesn’t want to be drunk for that?
And who would want it any different? That’s why fall brings us Halloween Horror Nights at Universal, why we have our very own Oktoberfest, and why people come from miles just to pass the season here.
At the store, I haul the unnecessarily large 5lb bag of mixed chocolate deliciousness into my shopping cart. I’m sure it’ll melt before I get home. But maybe I can shield it from the sun with my super sexy ‘Alice in Wonderland’ costume, which I’m sure will be a big hit this year, if I can only manage to lose these fifteen pounds.
But I still haul the unnecessarily large 5 lb bag of mixed chocolate deliciousness into my shopping and continue shopping. I’m sure it’ll melt before I get home. But maybe I can cover it with my sexy ‘Alice in Wonderland’ costume, which I’m sure will be a big hit this year.