Happy Birthday!
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
To: John "Orange" Ragozzine
From: Old Man Time
CC: www.jamesfaqs.com/blog

Dear John,

Welcome to your 26th trip around the sun! Please enjoy our regular dose of December, due tomorrow, as well as a complimentary extending of the two vacuum cleaners on your feet. Please note you are now as older than Dirt, though she's older than she's ever been so that bodes well for you. While this is a major milestone, you are still prohibited by universal contract to NOT speak the following words: whippersnapper, undergarments, slacks, telegram, or ointment. Be patient young John, they will be at your disposal at a later date.

It is now acceptable at this time to point out most music these days stinks, MTV never shows music videos anymore, and the evening news is more appealing than Voltron. You may rent carpet cleaners. And you are finally the same age as the actors that portray high school students in most major teen-based dramas.

Again, please enjoy your membership to club 26. Please leave your 25, along with some of your hair and more flexible muscles, at the door.

Thanks again,
The Grim Reaper
Frank R. Towlinson
Account Executive

You DO Know What Day Today Is, Right?!
Monday, November 29, 2004


That's right, it's National Video Game Day as decreed by yours truly on Nov. 29, 1990! On this hallowed day I was able to defeat two of the hardest games on the Nintendo Entertainment System for the first time, The Adventures of Bayou Billy and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. As they say, I was in the zone. Since then Nov. 29 has become the day to remember the greatness of gaming as well as to get a thousand reminders that tomorrow is a certain MEOW Co-founder's birthday.

So celebrate with your favorite games! Indulge in the electronic world of heroes and villians! Test your skills and reflexes! Personally, I'm going to run the table in Mike Tyson's Punch-Out! and earn myself a shiny, new, pink sweat suit.

Seven Deadly Sins?
Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Sloth

62%

Envy

31%

Pride

25%

Lust

25%

Wrath

19%

Greed

6%

Gluttony

0%

Seven deadly sins
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I guess by default you have to be SOMETHING! Sloth seems to work for me. Take the ^_^quiz here (thanks to Lisa A. for providing the quick, Internet based guide of our mortal flaws)

So Many Mountains, So Little Light
Friday, November 19, 2004
Where to go this weekend? There's a bevy of peaks I've been wanting to climb but I feel like this would be a good weekend to waste on games and sloth. My teeth are still not 100% healed and I figure the local peaks of Bear, Green, and wee' Sanitas might be good enough.

I did acquire a snowboard this week, though I'm still passless and helmetless so that might be on hold for a little while. We're nearing that time of the year where it's dark until 8 AM then dark again by 4 PM. It's teh sux. This stands to be a very interesting winter, methinks. This journal is farly impersonal ( I learned that lesson a while back) but there's a lot going on. It's a hard time in some ways because it's easy to lose sight of my bigger goals and tap into my talents when I'm trying to figure out the "now". I hope to have these thing resolved sooner than later.

See if You're Republican...
Try this fun test to see if you have a soul have the leanings of our nation's proud Republican party or if you lean some other direction. The steps are simple:

1)Find/download one (1)of any of these songs: When The Levy Breaks (Led Zeppelin), Down on the Corner (CCR), Tricky (Run DMC)

2)Play song on chosen format (the louder the better) listen for 2 minutes

Voila the test is done!! Here's how to analyze the results:

A) You involuntarily began to tap your foot and bob your head; more advanced users may break into "the funky chicken" style of head movement and commence playing air drums. Gritty-rock star grimace indicates a high level of compliancy.

B)You sit stern faced, turn the music down, and feel a compulsion somewhere in your soul to listen to the music stylings of this guy. Any feeble attempt to clap or tap foot in time with music results in a seizure-looking cacophony of limbs.

So are you Republican?! If you experienced result A:

A) Good news! You have rhythm and soul, and somewhere in your body you have the ability to rock. You may not be able to dance but you can definitely bring it on air guitar/ drums. You are not Republican. Other indicators from this test:
* Your steering wheel has worn out, faded spots from where you've bashed it along to your favorite song; you also aren't afraid to sing in the car by yourself.
*You went and acquired additional songs from the test artists following the test.
*You don't know who Toby Keith is OR you do know and would prefer to listen to the Concerto of Blackboard Fingernails before listening to his special brand of "Ignorance Rock"

B) Uh oh! Chances are very high you are a white male! Your body's natural response to NOT bop along indicates an overdose of crappy music in your life. You also cannot dance, but you also can't keep time with even the simplest forms of music; your soul resists the urge to move in any sort of cohesion to the most basic of beats. You are in fact, a Republican. A few more indicators:
*The music you DO like is orchestrated by Lawrence Welk and played by a band of white men resembling your dentist OR
*You listen to music performed by men in cowboy hats who have never seen a dentist.
*You are uncertain as to what the "funky chicken" head movement refers to.

Thanks for playing and see you next!

The Man Who Wouldn't Hurt a Fly...
Thursday, November 18, 2004
The man who wouldn't hurt a fly was also the same man responsible for the deaths of 139 British explorers in the cold, desolate Arctic. A little about Sir John Franklin for your reading pleasure!

Avalanche!
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Every morning, I have the pleasure of sleep interrupted by the thumpa-thumpa-thump of my upstairs neighbor taking her dog out for the 6 AM walk. I can't really complain about this as it's hard to make a lumbering Golden Retriever tip toe down a flight of stairs. I usually fall right back asleep anyhow, so it's not a big deal.

I heard the ceremonial sounds of the dog scratching at the door, the perky encouragement from his owner getting said pooch psyched for the walk, and the familiar creak of the door opening. What normally follows is the rushed gallop of feet down the stairs and the jingle-jangle of collar tags and the fading sound of the parade into the morning. Today, there was the door squeak, them an ominous silence. Even half asleep, I was a little curious as to what was happening.

Softly a voice muttered,"Damnit", another brief pause, then the brash, loud, somewhat disturbing orchestra of what sounded like a car accident between two vehicles made of wood instead of metal. There is only one flight of stairs, roughly 8 vertical feet, but the continuity of sound gave one the impression the commotion was happening over the course of a grand staircase. On and on, the banging went, growing louder, and briefly the plummeting mass broke the shadow and sunbeam patterns in my room. Then it was quiet. The smell of cold, morning dust came in through the window.

Curiosity got the better of me and I peeked out the window to see girl and dog melded into one misshapen mass, a furry leg kicking here, a human leg kicking there. For some reason, my brain registered this in the "humor" column before the "concern" column, and I actually had to bite my lip to not laugh. The squirming ball unraveled itself and both dog and girl were fine and I'm pretty sure I didn't get caught watching the whole episode.

A few scolding words were issued towards the dog's propensity for impatience, the jingle drifted into the morning, and all was quiet again.

I tried to go back to sleep but I kept giggling thinking of the human/canine pod thrashing about. Thinking about it at noon with all my faculties functioning, I feel bad for my neighbor and a bit selfish for not showing more concern; at 6 AM I was too tired and unalert to be anything but giddy. Face it, we aren't at our best 5 minutes out of sleep.

The moral of the story: if you're going to fall down a flight of stairs, please do so after 9 AM.

The Jaws of Life
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
I got up early this morning to mosey over to the dentist and have my stiches removed from my gums. In case you didn't know, I had my wisdom teeth pulled last Monday. The lower ones were "severely impacted" so it was a bit of a job to get them out. From the time they finished yankin' em out to today, my jaw has felt like I spent the first 8 months of year chewing on a giant wad of gum--very fatigued and a little bit tender. I heard some horror stories about how painful the aftermath would be, but luckily I won't be adding to the tales of wisdom tooth suffering. It's certainly uncomfortable, but the pain is never unbearable Sleepless nights? A few of those. Painful eating? Yeah, somewhat.

The hardest part of the whole procedure was flying out to Atlanta for the Hooked on the Outdoors corporate retreat. The pounding, dull pain seemed to drag on forever--and those were just the meetings! (Ca-ching) Actually, the fatigued jaw, the long meetings, the jet lag, and busy schedule all helped me feel like an Advil-fueled automaton. Sitting in one place is especially hard when you're achin' (isn't that in a country song? i.e.
"Sittin' in one place sure is hard,
Man, the time just fidgets by,
Like the dryer settin' in the yard,
Waitin' for wet clothes to dry,

Ain't gonna happen, since my sweet Jolene left,
My heart's a Maytag on the lawn,
Sittin' here, getting stone drunk,
Singing my coutnry song")

Anyhow, today things finally feel a little better. Might actually run or bike at some point. The days are getting shorter so it's tough to do much after work. And there is work to do; my recovery from last week has left a pile of stuff on my desk to get through. At least some of it can be fun. I get to test a night vision system tonight. On the box they show uses for it: watching a coyote, setting up a tent, and breaking into someone's house. Which one should I try first?


Private Conversations
Thursday, November 11, 2004
When pundits of technology's absurdity reflect upon the stranger moments that "modern life" provides us, they would smile at the incident that occured in my house this morning. My room mate and I have 2 cordless phones; mine is directly hooked up to our answering machine, his is not. As a result, if you pick up his phone on anything other than the first ring, you'll be treated to answering machine kicking in and trying to record the call.

This morning, as the phone rang I picked up his phone and got to hear a jumbled conversation between my answering machine message and a telemarketing pre-recorded message. Did I even need to be there? I felt like I was intruding on the automated world; I wonder how much of our human conversations are akin to those two babbling messages, robotically repeated with no way of possibly hearing the other. Reminds me of this...

In the Boneyard
Monday, November 08, 2004
The procedure is listed as a "Deep Bony Impaction". It means my teeth are essentially stuck sideways in my head and I have the honor of getting them removed today. After the extraction, I'm treated to a bunch of days of feelin' crappy. On the plus side, I get to catch up on my loafing and such.

Autopilot
Friday, November 05, 2004
Boy, if you have too much rattling around in your head, something has to give. A brain can only process so much information before it has to start prioritizing things, in this case "driving an automibile" was the secondary function. Unlike breathing and heartbeats, driving is NOT an autonomous function, though it is something you can do while rocking out to "The Final Countdown" or eating a double cheeseburger. In other words, we do it enough that it's a habit but if we aren't focused it's easy to goof up.

Today, I sure goofed up but luckily with no reprecussions. In hindsight, the red light was actually somewhat optional and driving merrily in the oncoming traffic's passing lane was but a lark. What can I say,I only have so much concentration to go around! Thankfully I didn't get rocked like a hurricane.

Good Quotes
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Courtesy of Doug:

Lifted from Bill...


I have of late,—but wherefore I know not,—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me.



And one from Thucydides...

To fit in with the change of events, words, too, had to change their usual meanings. What used to be described as a thoughtless act of aggression was now regarded as the courage one would expect to find in a party member; to think of the future and wait was merely another way of saying one was a coward; any idea of moderation was just an attempt to disguise one's unmanly character; ability to understand a question from all sides meant that one was totally unfitted for action. Fanatical enthusiasm was the mark of a real man, and to plot against an enemy behind his back was perfectly legitimate self-defense. Anyone who held violent opinions could always be trusted and anyone who objected to them became a suspect...

(How little the world had changed in 2,500 years.)

Spread the Word


I woke up this morning thinking of spirituality. Cold, grey light came through my window and my cat was asleep in a tranquil ball at the end of my bed. I struggled to remember specifics of my Philosophy classes in college but all I could remember were the basic outlines of individual beliefs. Without putting names to theories, I began to break down the basics of religion and spirituality.

This election, many feel that George Bush won due in large part to the evangelical/Christian vote. I can agree with that, but let's get to the bigger issue. What turns people to religion, specifically organized religions? There are three main ways one becomes indoctrinated into any belief system.

1-You are born into it. You assume the beliefs of your parents, relatives, and family spirituality. You are raised in a community of shared values and in time, internalize what you've been taught as truth.

2-You are scared of the unknown and the evident evil in the world. There comes a point where you face something so mind bending--death, rape, disease, loss, failure, mistakes--you hate not knowing the "why" of things; religion provides vague answers that settle a mind uncertain of the unknown and gives a system of understanding that must be reinforced internally until it is believed.

3-Something horrible has happened in your life and you wish to redefine yourself, give yourself a new start. This is allure of cults as well as major religions; that a prior "self" needs to be reborn in a spiritual life as to atone for the sins, mistakes, and decisions of the past. Religion gives you that at the price that your give you soul to God, Allah, or whatever divine unknown is offering redemption.

Conclusion: people in America are scared out of their minds.

People are terrified and Bush capitalized. People start out afraid of other men, of "evil-doers" and "terrorists". Most of the modern countries on Earth already have had their beliefs dragged through the fires of World Wars 1 and 2 and they know better than to pretend the sinister element of mankind doesn't exist. America is so isolated from the global community that such events never hit home, until, of course they did. That fear of other men, of these "others" who believe in a different God and live in the midst of poverty and violence scare the daylights out of Americans who have never had the chance to see or meet the "other". Look at the progressive states on the satorical map above; the northeast and west coast are havens of travel, learning, and technology. As a result, the people there are exposed to more culture. Moving into the insulated heartland, the population thrives on second hand fear, the media clips of masked men firing rifles into the air, of war and death.

We are scared when we don't understand. New York voted Pro-Kerry; if there's any group of people with validated fear, it's those in the big city. And they weren't afraid in 2004.

Terrorists are not going to target Possum Junction, Texas. And those people are scared out of their wits.

The result is America becomes even more insulated, nationalistic, and terrified. That fear extends beyond and is distorted. The ultimate fear of men, war, is pushed aside and surrogates fill that fear. War is righteous, we trumpet, war must vanquish our foes. But fear remains in every heart that becomes more accustomed to having answers. The issues they don't understand become distracting sticking points: gay marriage, abortion, stem-cell research, oil-dependency, environmental conservation. With every issue, the "them" and "us" becomes more deeply divided. It's shocking to see those who support war and oppose abortion; by their own definition life is precious. America is founded on freedom but we almost went as far as to amend the constitution to prohibit gay people from living freely together.

We still see the American landscape with an archaic 19th century view of endless resources. Conservation and prevention are secondary to the unyielding hand of the war machine. The media portrays Alaskan wilderness as barren, useless land that has oil ready to fuel our SUV's. Trust me, I've been to the Arctic regions and the whole landscape is alive with an eco-system we can't understand; we would not live there so why would anything else? We don't understand, we're afraid, and we, as a nation, feel a need to assert our dominance over the unknown to fit into our system of understanding.

It's going to get worse. Those who oppose Bush have lost faith in their fellow Americans and moreso have lost faith in the notion America is an ideal being formed by the melding of cultures. Now we're afraid and we have to accept there ARE no answers. Progressive people must brace themselves for a huge leap backwards in our national identity. We must deal with a global community that would already envy the prosperity inherit in American life and the abuse with which we've manifest that prosperity.

How many times have you heard people say they are not religious but there are spiritual? It's a generic phrase of the thinking person, one who realizes they have a sense of good and evil, pain and pleasure, time and circumstance, but are comfortable not knowing what is not to be known. To the thinking class, anything may be a spiritual experience: kicking a field goal, sitting by a camp fire, closing that big deal at the office, playing with their kids, eating a meal with friends and family, or simply waking up in a cool room with their little cat.

Our spirituality is truly being tested in this day. Many flee to the comforts of religion or rediscover the connection to faith that had played a part in their youth. With fear, the dormant faith begins to flourish with fear, nourished by a world situation so violent and misunderstood. For those outraged by our national agenda, there is little we can do. In essence, our physical lives have become examples of the spiritual fears that drive people to buckle under the Republican philosophy; you are afraid and we, your superiors in spirituality and industry, will save you.

Each man knows in his heart the correspondence we keep with the unknown. For centuries, there has been no answer and yet we implore for grace on some level. The Christian believes it is granted through god, the agnostic through unknown means, the atheist by man's own doing. If we hope to stay balanced in all things, as we've seen in the possible spiritual cue of nature, we must let things die so others may prosper. Should we be able to find grace in these days we need to truly abandon the fear of the other. We need tolerance, discussion, and action. We need to speak up and remain vocal in opposition to the wrongs we see.

Most importantly, we need to show through our lives that we are kind people, thoughtful and sincere, flawed but willing to improve. In the midst of this new era of fear and folly, only by living with strength and compassion and an acceptance that just by lying outside the definitions of our beliefs, the "other" is not inherently evil.

Now, more than ever, we need to be tolerant of those who thrive on intolerance and hatred.

All Aboard!
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Ok my fellow Americans, everybody into the handbasket!

Don't Blame Me, I Voted For Kodos
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
This is one tense election. People were out in throngs early this morning; I get the impression Colorado may not be the Republican lock the polls say it will be. There's a lot of angry people here and they'll be coming out of the woodwork to have a say in this election.

Oh and if you voted for Bush today, you suck. You may be friends, family, loved ones and that won't change but if you voted for Bush on this day you suck. If you can imagine a president doing a worse job, let me know. Maybe Nixon. Add to that his Christian-agenda in a country that is based on separation of church and state, his stance on stem-cell research, his call for a constitutional amendment to ban the equality of gay marriage, his absolute blunder in foreign policy (have Americans ever been more hated?), his pandering to big business, his disregard for the environment, his negation of the National Forest protection laws, his corrupt ties to Halliburton and other energy conglomerates, his lack of qualifications to run a Church Bake sale let alone an entire country, his gross overspending and mismanagement on Iraq, his monumental distraction in the Iraq war while terrorists continue unabated in other realms, his faulty "No Child Left Behind" farce, his useless tax cuts for the lower class and abation of taxes for the wealthy 1%, his lies, his utter lack of leadership, and his inability to understand what a global community is. A thinking person would embrace change, a fearful one would perpetuate the deterioration. As they say, ask yourself: our we a better nation then we were in 2000?

We've fallen to pieces.

I voted against Bush today, I figure anything is better than this.

As for other aspects of life at this time, let's just say they've been better. Of course they can always be worse.

Thanks!
Monday, November 01, 2004
Thanks to everybody who helpde with Marc's Cancer treaments. We raised over $17,000 for his cause, which is way beyond our expectations. Your generosity has been most appreciated.

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