Benazir Bhutto was assassinated today...for those of you that don't know who she is: she was the democratic candidate running for Pakistani leadership this election. If you don't know why that matters, here's why: she was the people's candidate, she was the ex-prime minister that was in exhile for a while and recently returned. She was liberal and fighting for the people's rights.
How does that affect the U.S? Of course not many care unless this is brought up......she would have made a better and more complient/peaceful ally than the current leader Musharraf, not to mention her standings on public placement, healthcare and public opinion. With her dead now, we may only hope that Pakistan does not regress into a nuclear wasteland that only exudes radiation freely; for some of their leaders don't care about the status of their people, thus everyone else are listed as less than collateral damage.
May Bhutto rest in peace, and may we be given another in her place.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Darling Dial-up/80s New Wave wisdom
I have always been conscious of the crutch that technology has become in most of our lives, however, I have recently found myself without my aid. My computer completely broke down on me, not the first time, but definitely for the last time. I decided I need to invest in a new one. I don’t even know why, to fuel this seemingly unhealthy addiction to feeling close to people by reading web sites and personal pages.
If nothing else, it is my jukebox that exudes constant lullabies as I drift off to sleep. Or pass out after drinking myself into a black out, it’s your pick, I just thought I would be honest and give you the pickings.
I’m using a back up computer that doesn’t want to recognize my wireless/high speed connection, so I’m stuck with Darling Dial-up…I call it that because using it has reminded me to be patient…if nothing else, it has reminded me that what I’m trying to waste my time on, probably isn’t that important and I can let it go…..see, dial-up does have it’s perks.
I shall digress….I just thought I would share the strange redemption of dial-up internet service which will soon be obsolete.As per the 80s New Wave......
I can’t enjoy the silence, I’ve forgotten how. Silence has become a thing I can’t even remember. Between the thoughts whizzing through my mind, the things I wish had done -- then those I thought I probably shouldn’t have -- the happenings of the day and needing to wind down by playing music, there is no longer any room for silence. Noises are what lull you to sleep, so that is that.
To pull from another
I think eventually love does tear people apart. It is not a balanced equation, one person always feels more, does more, compromises more, _________ more, just is more than the other person.Either it miraculously works out, or you end up being 80 thinking you’ve wasted your life with a person that stopped appreciating you in your late 30s and are just resentful. We are not of the generation where relationships, of any sort, really last, that is a thing of the past.
I’m sure there are romantics out there scoffing and thinking up things to dispute the latter point, but, there is nothing that can sway me to believe otherwise. There is no love that is undying…that is, unless the person you love dies…in which many hold on to the idea of what they had and don’t really get the chance to reach the point of separation.
Sure people are capable of loving one another wholly and completely, I just don’t believe that love is enough. Should it be? Ideally, of course, in fact, it should be the only thing that matters. But speaking from a sociological point of view here’s the brief breakdown of my train of thought.
In the 50s and 60s being with another person was a tumultuous affair. The family had to approve, they had to be of an acceptable breed, race, background, standing etc… Nowadays you could walk in with some random person and demand that your family accept him (or her, whichever is appropriate)….sure they might not ever do so, they might not even attempt to, but rebellion is an option. Back then it wasn’t as easy to do.
Thus, given so many options, wanting the best that we can get, the closest to our view of perfection, there is a natural inclination, no matter how small, to constantly be looking at our possibilities and our competition.
Hence, the resentment that many chicks feel when they see “skanky” women walking into an establishment. Don’t get me wrong, I’m right there with everyone else…but maybe it’s not because they are perpetuating the objectification of women…..maybe it's not because they look like “working girls,” but instead, because somewhere, within us all, we have a feeling that we are being threatened by their overbearing, and over calculated presence. This then leads into a negative view of said women (or men, whatever the case be) in an attempt to satiate the self-conscious part of our minds and project our inadequacies onto another.
Finally, feeling like you love someone makes you feel vulnerable, which usually leads to a need to rectify said discomfort. So we disassociate from those we “love” by reestablishing a sense of self, in which we reaffirm (to ourselves) that we are desirable, wanted and sought after; ironically self-sabotaging the current relationship in which one might be, or feel, loved.
I don’t know if people are as capable of loving as they were before. Maybe so, maybe not. Who knows, maybe people only “love” their family because they are obligated to by birth….I suppose no one can really say…I just think it’s an interesting concept to marinate on.
I have and I still don’t have any semblance of an idea of what I fully believe.
Just a thought. Just a thought.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
__________ Heals All Wounds...at least temporarily
1. A great bar night.
2. Walking around, drunk, lost and alone in Downtown Long Beach...looking for a 7-Eleven to buy a hot dog.
3. Sitting on a corner drunk, pouring cheesey popcorn down your throat, most of which ends up on the floor.
4. Meeting up with a friend you've only seen once, but e-mailed so much, they know more about you than yourself.
5. Getting a nice cab driver.
6. Realizing everything is closer than you thought...after finding your destination, which you've looked for, for what feels like a lifetime.
7. A cigarette with drinks and/or after a meal.
8. Inside jokes....like "Peace" and "Chickadilla".
9. Kareoke night at my house, getting shit-faced canned...then getting yelled at for playing the piano while singing late at night, laughing hysterically.
10. Doing the Maniac dance in jest.
11. Meeting new friends that are good people.
12. Leaving the batting cages after an hour, feeling refreshed.
13. Running in the rain at the nature center.
14. Talking to myself, late at night, when nobody else can hear me.
15. Laying in bed with the fan on, even when it's cold.
16. Getting new music that I love.
17. Playing tennis, realizing I make the grunting sounds without meaning to.
18. Getting e-mails from someone who knows what to say to make you feel better...and they're even being honest.
19. Buying/giving people gifts that you know they'll love.
And sometimes, just sometimes,
20. Taking a little bit of time to wallow in your own misery.
2. Walking around, drunk, lost and alone in Downtown Long Beach...looking for a 7-Eleven to buy a hot dog.
3. Sitting on a corner drunk, pouring cheesey popcorn down your throat, most of which ends up on the floor.
4. Meeting up with a friend you've only seen once, but e-mailed so much, they know more about you than yourself.
5. Getting a nice cab driver.
6. Realizing everything is closer than you thought...after finding your destination, which you've looked for, for what feels like a lifetime.
7. A cigarette with drinks and/or after a meal.
8. Inside jokes....like "Peace" and "Chickadilla".
9. Kareoke night at my house, getting shit-faced canned...then getting yelled at for playing the piano while singing late at night, laughing hysterically.
10. Doing the Maniac dance in jest.
11. Meeting new friends that are good people.
12. Leaving the batting cages after an hour, feeling refreshed.
13. Running in the rain at the nature center.
14. Talking to myself, late at night, when nobody else can hear me.
15. Laying in bed with the fan on, even when it's cold.
16. Getting new music that I love.
17. Playing tennis, realizing I make the grunting sounds without meaning to.
18. Getting e-mails from someone who knows what to say to make you feel better...and they're even being honest.
19. Buying/giving people gifts that you know they'll love.
And sometimes, just sometimes,
20. Taking a little bit of time to wallow in your own misery.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Sand and Sorrow
Sand and Sorrow
A must see documentary....it's on HBO. If you don't know much about Darfur, Sudan, even if you do, it is a great and a little graphic, as per the imagery, but amazing documentary.
Check your local listings and watch it!!!
Sen. Obama said "Today we know what is right and wrong...a woman being raped while collecting firewood is wrong...silence is wrong."
There are still too many that are ignorant; it is the duty of those of us who are knowledgeable to spread information as concerned and responsible human beings. If that is all we can say we have done with our lives, it is a step in a good direction.
A must see documentary....it's on HBO. If you don't know much about Darfur, Sudan, even if you do, it is a great and a little graphic, as per the imagery, but amazing documentary.
Check your local listings and watch it!!!
Sen. Obama said "Today we know what is right and wrong...a woman being raped while collecting firewood is wrong...silence is wrong."
There are still too many that are ignorant; it is the duty of those of us who are knowledgeable to spread information as concerned and responsible human beings. If that is all we can say we have done with our lives, it is a step in a good direction.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
So...
As I bombard the internet with my yammering on, I shall leave it be for tonight.
A quick music referral: Nouvelle Vague...if you haven't heard them, they are amazing and are a must listen. Their self titled cd is great: All cover songs, all done in a bossa nova fashion. On the topic of great cover cds... Susanna and the Magical Orchestra is another amazing band to listen to.
I shall leave you with this one last thing for now.
In my senior seminar class (yes, I will hopefully be getting my degree by May...that is if I stop slacking off) we had to compose a letter to the editor to the New York Times concerning one of the articles in the paper today (Monday...technically yesterday, but I haven't slept yet and thus consider it the same day).
The article was about a scientific study conducted in Japan on chimpanzees. The gist of the results showed that five-year-old chimps have better short term memory than human adults.
We were asked to share our "punch line" or thesis with the class; I am happily reporting that I got the best reaction. It included a "that's what I'm talking about" and, much to my surprise, even an "Amen." I don't know what to make of the latter, but I am glad it was a compliment.
My punch line:
The scientific community needs to stop focusing so much attention and spending on frivolous studies and new wonder drugs for erectile dysfunction, and commit to tackling more pertinent issues.
Cheers, have a good one.
A quick music referral: Nouvelle Vague...if you haven't heard them, they are amazing and are a must listen. Their self titled cd is great: All cover songs, all done in a bossa nova fashion. On the topic of great cover cds... Susanna and the Magical Orchestra is another amazing band to listen to.
I shall leave you with this one last thing for now.
In my senior seminar class (yes, I will hopefully be getting my degree by May...that is if I stop slacking off) we had to compose a letter to the editor to the New York Times concerning one of the articles in the paper today (Monday...technically yesterday, but I haven't slept yet and thus consider it the same day).
The article was about a scientific study conducted in Japan on chimpanzees. The gist of the results showed that five-year-old chimps have better short term memory than human adults.
We were asked to share our "punch line" or thesis with the class; I am happily reporting that I got the best reaction. It included a "that's what I'm talking about" and, much to my surprise, even an "Amen." I don't know what to make of the latter, but I am glad it was a compliment.
My punch line:
The scientific community needs to stop focusing so much attention and spending on frivolous studies and new wonder drugs for erectile dysfunction, and commit to tackling more pertinent issues.
Cheers, have a good one.
Invisible Children
One cannot watch the documentary Invisible Children without painfully holding back the tears the Ugandan children can no longer cry. The continuing travesties and destitution caused by the 20-year-long war, between the Ugandan government and the Lord's Resistance Army (LRA), is immeasurable and has gained the attention of the American populace only recently.
The LRA has attacked people living in Northern Uganda, kidnapped children as a means to build their army, brutally beaten and maimed people and raped young girls, among many other vicious acts.
The Ugandan government forced civilians to move into Internally Displaced Persons camps (IDP), identifying those who refused as rebels. Given the maximum time limit of seven days to collect whatever belongings they could and walk to the nearest IDP camp; people's land and homes were demolished, leaving the semblance of an adequate life in ruins.
According to the government, the IDP sites were formed to provide the Ugandans protection from the rebels. However, being corralled in these areas made it easier for the LRA to kidnap children and violently indoctrinate them into their rebellion group. Many children have been orphaned by the rebels or by HIV/AIDS making them prime targets and vulnerable to LRA violence.
In an attempt to ensure their own safety and avoid being captured, herds of children walk miles to sleep in larger cities. The film documents the suffering of these young prisoners, victims and forgotten children; many of whom are not accounted for by the Ugandan government.
These children are often forced to go without food, have no other clothes than the ones they wear and cannot afford an education. Many children featured in the documentary were strikingly proficient in the English language, had aspirations of becoming doctors, teachers and lawyers and remained hopeful.
Two brothers, who were kidnapped and escaped the LRA, were interviewed. When asked about their horrible situation, one answered that he was unable to cry, for he saw the punishment, by the LRA, for doing so.
Later, the same two boys were asked about their older brother, whose murder they witnessed.
The same boy who said he could not cry, didn't, he wept. The pain in his voice and face was overwhelming, forcing tears to stream out of me as I watched.
I saw the film twice, unable to contain the uncharacteristic surge of emotion that rushed out of me both times as I was shown the immense suffering and pain of these people.
There has been some recent progress in Uganda. Peace negotiations between the LRA and the government have begun, however are slow in achieving results. The International Criminal Court (ICC) is trying to prosecute high ranking LRA members for war crimes and crimes against humanity; but has been criticized for slowing the peace process.
Though, there have been some steps forward, it is not nearly enough to ease the suffering of Northern Ugandans who are still living in the hopeless destitution of IDP camps.
Invisible Children (IC) has sparked a nationwide movement to raise awareness about this under-reported and devastating crisis. The non-profit organization has orchestrated demonstrations, such as the Global Night Commute and Displace Me, in support and concern for the Ugandans. Both events were simulations of the plight of the Ugandans and received much support from people in the 15 American cities where they were held.
There are other organizations such as the Uganda Conflict Action Network (Uganda-CAN) who also work to raise awareness among concerned citizens as well as policymakers.
Both organizations stress the importance of citizens worldwide to beckon their governments to come to Uganda's aid. IC provides many creative ideas for people to raise awareness about the pain that is being felt by the millions displaced, starving, and ill and the children who were stripped of innocence and live in fear.
People have become apathetic to the pain of those so far away because their suffering is unimaginable and unsettling. However, apathy is completely unacceptable when there are so many who suffer while we live such comfortable lives in the Western world.
Not everyone is in a place to make financial donations, however, that does not mean that nothing can be done.
People can make t-shirts, ask teachers to show students the documentary or at least discuss the ongoing struggle of the Ugandan people. Small coffee houses can host showings of the film and promote products whose profits are donated to active charitable collections. All that is required is that you ask.
It is not enough to watch the documentary and moved. That is just the beginning; it is the process of educating oneself in preparation to contribute time and effort to make a real difference; if only by promoting the film.
The world and its citizens have shamefully sat idle and ignorant of the suffering of the Ugandan people. It is time to do what is within your means to make a difference, irrespective of how minimal it may seem.
Writer Edmund Burke once wrote that "The only thing for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."
The LRA has attacked people living in Northern Uganda, kidnapped children as a means to build their army, brutally beaten and maimed people and raped young girls, among many other vicious acts.
The Ugandan government forced civilians to move into Internally Displaced Persons camps (IDP), identifying those who refused as rebels. Given the maximum time limit of seven days to collect whatever belongings they could and walk to the nearest IDP camp; people's land and homes were demolished, leaving the semblance of an adequate life in ruins.
According to the government, the IDP sites were formed to provide the Ugandans protection from the rebels. However, being corralled in these areas made it easier for the LRA to kidnap children and violently indoctrinate them into their rebellion group. Many children have been orphaned by the rebels or by HIV/AIDS making them prime targets and vulnerable to LRA violence.
In an attempt to ensure their own safety and avoid being captured, herds of children walk miles to sleep in larger cities. The film documents the suffering of these young prisoners, victims and forgotten children; many of whom are not accounted for by the Ugandan government.
These children are often forced to go without food, have no other clothes than the ones they wear and cannot afford an education. Many children featured in the documentary were strikingly proficient in the English language, had aspirations of becoming doctors, teachers and lawyers and remained hopeful.
Two brothers, who were kidnapped and escaped the LRA, were interviewed. When asked about their horrible situation, one answered that he was unable to cry, for he saw the punishment, by the LRA, for doing so.
Later, the same two boys were asked about their older brother, whose murder they witnessed.
The same boy who said he could not cry, didn't, he wept. The pain in his voice and face was overwhelming, forcing tears to stream out of me as I watched.
I saw the film twice, unable to contain the uncharacteristic surge of emotion that rushed out of me both times as I was shown the immense suffering and pain of these people.
There has been some recent progress in Uganda. Peace negotiations between the LRA and the government have begun, however are slow in achieving results. The International Criminal Court (ICC) is trying to prosecute high ranking LRA members for war crimes and crimes against humanity; but has been criticized for slowing the peace process.
Though, there have been some steps forward, it is not nearly enough to ease the suffering of Northern Ugandans who are still living in the hopeless destitution of IDP camps.
Invisible Children (IC) has sparked a nationwide movement to raise awareness about this under-reported and devastating crisis. The non-profit organization has orchestrated demonstrations, such as the Global Night Commute and Displace Me, in support and concern for the Ugandans. Both events were simulations of the plight of the Ugandans and received much support from people in the 15 American cities where they were held.
There are other organizations such as the Uganda Conflict Action Network (Uganda-CAN) who also work to raise awareness among concerned citizens as well as policymakers.
Both organizations stress the importance of citizens worldwide to beckon their governments to come to Uganda's aid. IC provides many creative ideas for people to raise awareness about the pain that is being felt by the millions displaced, starving, and ill and the children who were stripped of innocence and live in fear.
People have become apathetic to the pain of those so far away because their suffering is unimaginable and unsettling. However, apathy is completely unacceptable when there are so many who suffer while we live such comfortable lives in the Western world.
Not everyone is in a place to make financial donations, however, that does not mean that nothing can be done.
People can make t-shirts, ask teachers to show students the documentary or at least discuss the ongoing struggle of the Ugandan people. Small coffee houses can host showings of the film and promote products whose profits are donated to active charitable collections. All that is required is that you ask.
It is not enough to watch the documentary and moved. That is just the beginning; it is the process of educating oneself in preparation to contribute time and effort to make a real difference; if only by promoting the film.
The world and its citizens have shamefully sat idle and ignorant of the suffering of the Ugandan people. It is time to do what is within your means to make a difference, irrespective of how minimal it may seem.
Writer Edmund Burke once wrote that "The only thing for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."
Tanks vs. Stones
The Israeli Palestinian conflict has been an ongoing struggle for the better part of over 50 years. The Western world tends to focus on suicide bombers in Israel, dubbing them "terrorists," who wreak havoc and commit senseless violence. These same people are hailed by many Palestinians as martyrs, selfless heroes of the rebellion against Israeli occupation.
Since 1948 Israel has increasingly taken over Palestinian ground, bulldozing all that is deemed an obstacle to its agenda. Houses and agricultural land, owned by families for countless generations, were and still are being unapologetically demolished by the Israeli government.
With nowhere else to go, people have been forced to move into refugee camps; appartment compounds tagged with names to honor those who have died or were killed in the continuing struggle. Posters plaster walls in rememberence of people who have given their lives in the name of their country, their homes and their families.
Israeli tanks roll through borderline cities and shoot "warning shots" around random civilians. As the military tanks steam through, Palestinians throw rocks in an attempt to demonstrate some sort of resistence, to feel a semblance of control in their country, in which they are being terrorized.
Children in the U.S. play cops and robbers, in Palestine they play "Shoot the Jew." The kids have come to understand their oppressed existence and have identified the opporessors as the rightful enemy. These children then grow to see the atrocities being committed, burying many they know and eventually devote themselves to the only form of resistance they have learned, martyrdom.
Anyone would be hard pressed to attempt to fully excuse the acts of suicide bombers. Those who target civilians in order to create the most chaos and inflict the highest death toll or casualties commit inexcusable tragedies.
This is not an attempt to exonerate suicide bombers; however, it is imperative that people understand the extreme situations which motivate such seemingly thoughtless behavior.
Palestinian civilians die daily at the hands of the Israeli government and are seen as collateral damage. Israeli civilians who die due to the effects of the occupation are seen as victims. This inconsistent view of human life has surpassed unacceptability and now resides in inhumanity.
The majority of the Palestinian people are not equipped with tanks or helicopters, let alone guns. Battles often occur with tanks versus stones.
These people have had their land, their country, their homes and at least one family member taken from them by the Israeli occupation. Still, the Western world condemns the Palestinian rebels as being cold hearted killers and murderers of innocent civilians. Yet, the Israeli army that kills the innocent is doing so in the name of democracy.
The people of Palestine are locked in a vault of desperation and have come to use any means necessary to retaliate against the country that has stripped them of their own.
It is not a question of Arabs versus the Jewish people. Many Arabs have come to hold an anti-semetic sentiment due to the occupation of Palestine, furthermore, the continuing boundary extensions placed on them by the state of Israel.
Still, people will not agree with this standpoint and thus I shall argue this. If China came to occupy the United States and caused immeasurable destruction in order to set a boundary between "their land" and "ours." If every citizen felt the loss of a family member, was stripped of their rights, their land and their sense of self, would we allow that to happen? Would we stand idly by, in the name of peace and welcome oppression or would we retaliate by any means necessary?
These are the questions that once answered; provide only a glimpse of the mentality of these freedom fighters.
Since 1948 Israel has increasingly taken over Palestinian ground, bulldozing all that is deemed an obstacle to its agenda. Houses and agricultural land, owned by families for countless generations, were and still are being unapologetically demolished by the Israeli government.
With nowhere else to go, people have been forced to move into refugee camps; appartment compounds tagged with names to honor those who have died or were killed in the continuing struggle. Posters plaster walls in rememberence of people who have given their lives in the name of their country, their homes and their families.
Israeli tanks roll through borderline cities and shoot "warning shots" around random civilians. As the military tanks steam through, Palestinians throw rocks in an attempt to demonstrate some sort of resistence, to feel a semblance of control in their country, in which they are being terrorized.
Children in the U.S. play cops and robbers, in Palestine they play "Shoot the Jew." The kids have come to understand their oppressed existence and have identified the opporessors as the rightful enemy. These children then grow to see the atrocities being committed, burying many they know and eventually devote themselves to the only form of resistance they have learned, martyrdom.
Anyone would be hard pressed to attempt to fully excuse the acts of suicide bombers. Those who target civilians in order to create the most chaos and inflict the highest death toll or casualties commit inexcusable tragedies.
This is not an attempt to exonerate suicide bombers; however, it is imperative that people understand the extreme situations which motivate such seemingly thoughtless behavior.
Palestinian civilians die daily at the hands of the Israeli government and are seen as collateral damage. Israeli civilians who die due to the effects of the occupation are seen as victims. This inconsistent view of human life has surpassed unacceptability and now resides in inhumanity.
The majority of the Palestinian people are not equipped with tanks or helicopters, let alone guns. Battles often occur with tanks versus stones.
These people have had their land, their country, their homes and at least one family member taken from them by the Israeli occupation. Still, the Western world condemns the Palestinian rebels as being cold hearted killers and murderers of innocent civilians. Yet, the Israeli army that kills the innocent is doing so in the name of democracy.
The people of Palestine are locked in a vault of desperation and have come to use any means necessary to retaliate against the country that has stripped them of their own.
It is not a question of Arabs versus the Jewish people. Many Arabs have come to hold an anti-semetic sentiment due to the occupation of Palestine, furthermore, the continuing boundary extensions placed on them by the state of Israel.
Still, people will not agree with this standpoint and thus I shall argue this. If China came to occupy the United States and caused immeasurable destruction in order to set a boundary between "their land" and "ours." If every citizen felt the loss of a family member, was stripped of their rights, their land and their sense of self, would we allow that to happen? Would we stand idly by, in the name of peace and welcome oppression or would we retaliate by any means necessary?
These are the questions that once answered; provide only a glimpse of the mentality of these freedom fighters.
Editorial meets life
Unfortunately, in one afternoon, I heard a group of people say the following:
"You can't tell me that he's not as queer as a three dollar bill"
"If he was here right now, he'd be jumping on every available cock"
"I knew there was something wrong with him, but I didn't know what"
I can't remember the other exact quotes of the next hour that I was there, for, shock had set in.
I was enraged to hear people talk so loosely and discriminatorily about homosexuality. I was paralyzed; my instinctive emotional reaction was to slap someone in the face. Ashamedly, I will admit, I sat idle and did nothing.
I seem to think that my idleness is just as bad, nay, even worse, than their comments.
"You can't tell me that he's not as queer as a three dollar bill"
"If he was here right now, he'd be jumping on every available cock"
"I knew there was something wrong with him, but I didn't know what"
I can't remember the other exact quotes of the next hour that I was there, for, shock had set in.
I was enraged to hear people talk so loosely and discriminatorily about homosexuality. I was paralyzed; my instinctive emotional reaction was to slap someone in the face. Ashamedly, I will admit, I sat idle and did nothing.
I seem to think that my idleness is just as bad, nay, even worse, than their comments.
Editorial on homosexual discrimination
The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender (LGBT) community has undoubtedly experienced advancement within the last couple of years. The acceptance of "civil unions" in New Jersey, along with a few other key states and most recently, the passing of the Hate Crime Bill and the
Matthew Shepard Act, all within the last 2 years, attest to this fact. However, we must caution ourselves in coming to the quick conclusion that the current state of affairs is acceptable. It is imperative to realize that no form of discrimination can be discussed in terms of progress, but only in the form of the lingering social problem.
Though legislative advancements are notable, they do not hold true nation wide. According to the Human Rights Campaign, which lobbies for equal rights for the LGBT community, there are still at least 20 states that do not recognize the discrimination against people based on sexual orientation and identity. Furthermore, such laws do not fully prevent people from acting in a hateful manner towards others.
I have talked to countless people about their view about homosexuality and have come to realize that some feel a responsibility to respond in a politically correct manner.
Many claim that though they do not personally agree with homosexuality, they would not discriminate based on that factor. However, I would raise the point that one is only capable of "accepting" others to the point that their personal beliefs allow them to.
While these individuals may not consciously discriminate against those who do not fit the stereotype of sexually "normal," by the belief that such people live their lives in a manner seemingly unfit, one is therefore directed by the inferences placed on such people.
I once dated a man who labeled homosexuals as possessing a "spiritual disease." Like many other people, he stated that he not only had gay friends, but was not homophobic. It is not possible, then, that he could believe such a heinous thought and still treat people in the LGBT community equally; it is quite the paradox.
I am continually impressed by the amount of hate that boils in some people concerning homosexuals. It is a disgust that has led to hideous name calling, severe beating and even brutal murder. The most saddening factor is that most of these crimes are done with such violent excess leaving behind little to no traces of humanity instilled in the victims and assailants alike.
If there are people who feel validated in brutalizing and even killing others based on their sexual preference or identity, which is something that should strike fear in us all. The mere fact that people are willing to extensively harm another and leave them for dead, because understanding and acceptance is lacking, should indicate that though laws are in place, they may not do much to rectify the warped social mind frame.
Many are well aware of the devastating Matthew Shepard murder, in which he was severely beaten and left for dead, roped to a wooden fence in the hills of Colorado in 1998. Shepard was found almost 18 hours later by a cyclist and with such extensive wounds he was, at first, thought to be a scarecrow.
Some may blame the limited amount of diversity in small communities for the growth of ignorance and hatred that perpetuated this act. However, such occurrences are not alien to us living in urban and diverse areas.
In as little as 2 years ago a bouncer at the "Silver Fox," a gay bar in Long Beach, was severely beaten while walking one of the female bartenders to her car. As he was being pulverized, the assailants screamed numerous derogatory, anti-homosexual terms at him. The saddest fact of this story was that he was a heterosexual man who had worked at the bar for numerous years, he was a man beaten so extensively he was placed in intensive care after the confrontation.
We like to believe that because we live in a diverse city, seemingly homosexually friendly, that such things do not happen. However, it is clear that homophobia, a term I shall replace with homosexual hate, as it is more appropriate, is alive and well, even in the most diverse of places.
The most pulsing truth seems to be that we all judge as we are all judged. Maimed by our own insecurities those most damaged become the antagonists in this novel we title life.
The Reverend Martin Luther King once alluded to the idea that hate only begets hate, and love begets love. I must then be understood that we must understand our neighbors instead of merely tolerating them. If we cannot do so, we are more far gone than we are ahead; it might be said that we may even be hopeless if this touches the souls of none.
Matthew Shepard Act, all within the last 2 years, attest to this fact. However, we must caution ourselves in coming to the quick conclusion that the current state of affairs is acceptable. It is imperative to realize that no form of discrimination can be discussed in terms of progress, but only in the form of the lingering social problem.
Though legislative advancements are notable, they do not hold true nation wide. According to the Human Rights Campaign, which lobbies for equal rights for the LGBT community, there are still at least 20 states that do not recognize the discrimination against people based on sexual orientation and identity. Furthermore, such laws do not fully prevent people from acting in a hateful manner towards others.
I have talked to countless people about their view about homosexuality and have come to realize that some feel a responsibility to respond in a politically correct manner.
Many claim that though they do not personally agree with homosexuality, they would not discriminate based on that factor. However, I would raise the point that one is only capable of "accepting" others to the point that their personal beliefs allow them to.
While these individuals may not consciously discriminate against those who do not fit the stereotype of sexually "normal," by the belief that such people live their lives in a manner seemingly unfit, one is therefore directed by the inferences placed on such people.
I once dated a man who labeled homosexuals as possessing a "spiritual disease." Like many other people, he stated that he not only had gay friends, but was not homophobic. It is not possible, then, that he could believe such a heinous thought and still treat people in the LGBT community equally; it is quite the paradox.
I am continually impressed by the amount of hate that boils in some people concerning homosexuals. It is a disgust that has led to hideous name calling, severe beating and even brutal murder. The most saddening factor is that most of these crimes are done with such violent excess leaving behind little to no traces of humanity instilled in the victims and assailants alike.
If there are people who feel validated in brutalizing and even killing others based on their sexual preference or identity, which is something that should strike fear in us all. The mere fact that people are willing to extensively harm another and leave them for dead, because understanding and acceptance is lacking, should indicate that though laws are in place, they may not do much to rectify the warped social mind frame.
Many are well aware of the devastating Matthew Shepard murder, in which he was severely beaten and left for dead, roped to a wooden fence in the hills of Colorado in 1998. Shepard was found almost 18 hours later by a cyclist and with such extensive wounds he was, at first, thought to be a scarecrow.
Some may blame the limited amount of diversity in small communities for the growth of ignorance and hatred that perpetuated this act. However, such occurrences are not alien to us living in urban and diverse areas.
In as little as 2 years ago a bouncer at the "Silver Fox," a gay bar in Long Beach, was severely beaten while walking one of the female bartenders to her car. As he was being pulverized, the assailants screamed numerous derogatory, anti-homosexual terms at him. The saddest fact of this story was that he was a heterosexual man who had worked at the bar for numerous years, he was a man beaten so extensively he was placed in intensive care after the confrontation.
We like to believe that because we live in a diverse city, seemingly homosexually friendly, that such things do not happen. However, it is clear that homophobia, a term I shall replace with homosexual hate, as it is more appropriate, is alive and well, even in the most diverse of places.
The most pulsing truth seems to be that we all judge as we are all judged. Maimed by our own insecurities those most damaged become the antagonists in this novel we title life.
The Reverend Martin Luther King once alluded to the idea that hate only begets hate, and love begets love. I must then be understood that we must understand our neighbors instead of merely tolerating them. If we cannot do so, we are more far gone than we are ahead; it might be said that we may even be hopeless if this touches the souls of none.
Fascinating quote about propaganda
This is from a journalism journal article by Burton St. John III, and is absolutely fascinating.
The topic is Ivy Lee's (grandfather of Public Relations) idea behind ethical propaganda.
"'The modern age represents a period of transition and anarchy.' Le Bon (19th century French psychologist) believed that the ascendancy of the masses would be a new tyranny, and this was alarming because 'crowds are only powerful for destruction.' The hope for managing the public, he said, rested in the use of symbols. The individual who knows how to use words like 'liberty' and 'equality' can influence the crowd because 'reason and argument are incapable of combating' the visceral and emotional reactions that these words provoke."
The topic is Ivy Lee's (grandfather of Public Relations) idea behind ethical propaganda.
"'The modern age represents a period of transition and anarchy.' Le Bon (19th century French psychologist) believed that the ascendancy of the masses would be a new tyranny, and this was alarming because 'crowds are only powerful for destruction.' The hope for managing the public, he said, rested in the use of symbols. The individual who knows how to use words like 'liberty' and 'equality' can influence the crowd because 'reason and argument are incapable of combating' the visceral and emotional reactions that these words provoke."
Question everything
It is a fearful state of affairs at this time. Quite reminiscent of times before us, people kill in the name of god and die in the name of politics.
A time when sirens have become the new lullabies, ignorance the new truth and veils only shadowing the ones that hang behind them.
It is a time when the just are judgmental and the good are blindly idealistic; when the prepared are paranoid conspiracy theorists and those that govern are not part of the governed.
We live in an era that is free from law and ethical ruling, but claims to be the ultimate authoritarian truth.
As we require a revolution, there are few who do not maintain the illusion of stability and control safeguarding the people from actualizing that there is no government who rules without fear; no authority that is not perpetuated by propaganda.
People must have the necessity to question what it is that is being decreed and have the gall to oppose, as it is our right to, anything that seems conspicuous.
Within the last year Habeas Corpus has been suspended, secret holding/torture cells have been revealed, as well as appalling governmental response to both injured soldiers and natural disasters, yet that is not enough to arise suspicion for most.
I ask, how much will it take. Must we reach the point of no return to realize that the few who control the many are not deciding with the American populous in mind?
If there are not enough people with the courage to question, then it may be said that there is none neither knowledgeable nor suitable enough to lead. That, my friends, is the most sobering reality we must confront.
A time when sirens have become the new lullabies, ignorance the new truth and veils only shadowing the ones that hang behind them.
It is a time when the just are judgmental and the good are blindly idealistic; when the prepared are paranoid conspiracy theorists and those that govern are not part of the governed.
We live in an era that is free from law and ethical ruling, but claims to be the ultimate authoritarian truth.
As we require a revolution, there are few who do not maintain the illusion of stability and control safeguarding the people from actualizing that there is no government who rules without fear; no authority that is not perpetuated by propaganda.
People must have the necessity to question what it is that is being decreed and have the gall to oppose, as it is our right to, anything that seems conspicuous.
Within the last year Habeas Corpus has been suspended, secret holding/torture cells have been revealed, as well as appalling governmental response to both injured soldiers and natural disasters, yet that is not enough to arise suspicion for most.
I ask, how much will it take. Must we reach the point of no return to realize that the few who control the many are not deciding with the American populous in mind?
If there are not enough people with the courage to question, then it may be said that there is none neither knowledgeable nor suitable enough to lead. That, my friends, is the most sobering reality we must confront.
New magic 8 ball
Did you know that the number one health search topic on AOL is pregnancy?
I don't know whether people are trying to pacify their fears after a great night of partying they don't remember, or if somehow, someway, the world is giving way to overly conscious soon-to-be mothers.
Either way, I find it both extremely humorous and fascinating.
In a time when we have more information on that subject than ever before, people look to the internet to subside their fears, to reassure them, ultimately, to be their confidant in such a personal and humanistic experience.
Is that what we have come to? Replacing the magic 8 ball with the google search box?!
How disappointing that sounds; for if that is the case, we have truly learned nothing and have only become victims of substitution.
I don't know whether people are trying to pacify their fears after a great night of partying they don't remember, or if somehow, someway, the world is giving way to overly conscious soon-to-be mothers.
Either way, I find it both extremely humorous and fascinating.
In a time when we have more information on that subject than ever before, people look to the internet to subside their fears, to reassure them, ultimately, to be their confidant in such a personal and humanistic experience.
Is that what we have come to? Replacing the magic 8 ball with the google search box?!
How disappointing that sounds; for if that is the case, we have truly learned nothing and have only become victims of substitution.
Youth reverting to religious fundamentalism
I happened to stumble upon a website for religious students where they have a "free" forum to exchange ideas...meaning a platform to debase any form of progression in the world today and exemplify the right winged theories they have been indoctrinated to see as fact. Check out the articles I saw (the links), I have also copy and pasted the excruciatingly tactful response I sent...I assure you the difficulty in self-control was beyond what I believed to be inherent in my capability.
If nothing else, read my response, I like to think it is as eloquently written as my capability shall allow; furthermore, many people should be as disturbed that such young people think in such a fashion...should we not be more understanding as time treads on?! It is a scary thought that "we" might not be.
http://everystudent.com/forum/sex2.html
http://everystudent.com/forum/sex.html
and if you have time.... http://www.everystudent.com/wires/christine.html
So this is what I sent to the lovely recipients of e-mail...my review of what I had read.... It is a little long...yes I got carried away:
"I understand the basis of your faith and I respect your beliefs and am impressed by your dedication to remain committed to the teachings and "truths" you have been indoctrinated to be believe as the ultimate law and reality governing existence and the purpose there of.
However, I am writing this, knowing full well, that we might not agree. Bear in mind my intention, commentary concerning the propagandist tone in which some of the articles are written, not an attack on your theological beliefs.
I was expecting much of the writings about sex to be greatly tailored to what is theologically "right" and "wrong" according to the bible, though I was disappointed to find the rhetoric to be so subtly propagandized in a fashion that only those who are objective might detect. I suppose, unlike in journalism, it is the facts that one chooses to amplify and distort may mean more than what is omitted; or maybe both are just as important.
Some of the implications that may be drawn out of some articles are completely offensive.
For Example:
In the article "How do you set your sexual standards" the reader is bombarded with questions that not only allude, but later suggest, that if people might agree with some of the questions, they probably also agree with heinous things that, by inclusion, are placed on the same level.
Having sex with someone on the first date is NOT, in the least bit, comparable, nor is it even on the same moral scale, as having sex with a parent, sibling, minor or "someone who's three years old." That is just sick!!! You cannot compare these things; they do not reside in the same arena.
This is a great faux pas at the hands of the writer to even assume that such questions belong in the same questionnaire.
In the Q&A section, someone had asked if premarital sex is wrong and if we were meant to live boring lives: The analogy of the 13-year-old driving, as a hazard both to himself/herself, irrespective of how much fun it might be, is completely irrelevant, a moot point and unrelated.
There is a difference between a 13-year-old driving and two consenting adults receiving mutual carnal satisfaction. The two examples cannot be compared. Furthermore, other analogies used, again, allude to the idea that those who participate in such an action might agree with adultery, incest and sex with children, which is a disgusting and extremely insulting deduction. The point of the body of writing should not be that it's a slippery slope, as the writer suggests, instead, it should be based in the theological reasoning against premarital sex. I am offended by the fashion in which this was composed and that I, as a person in agreement with safe premarital sex, have been even mildly categorized with people who might partake in such grotesque atrocities. This article calls lines between what is "right" and "wrong," concerning sex, "fuzzy." That is a coward's way of saying they cannot further validate their point. NOTHING is "fuzzy" about this topic; it is not okay to have sex with children, commit incest, nor statutory rape; such actions should not even be subcategorized as traits of someone who partakes in premarital sex.
Furthermore, both of the aforementioned articles slip in such ridiculous allusions that are completely unfounded. There isn't a person, at least not many, that would say that it is acceptable to have sex with someone who has AIDS without telling you, or that having sex with a corpse is acceptable…though I understand that there are people who do think in such a twisted manner, they represent less than a fraction of sexually active adults and thus their ethos cannot and should not be considered while making such generalizations of the sexually active populous.
Ultimately, as was aforementioned, I am not attacking your biblical belief in "Carnal Sin," I do not agree with it, however, I can understand it and thus am not attempting to attack your standing on this topic.
In return, I ask that you employ more intelligent, well researched, better trained and mostly, more tactful writers; instead of people who distort semantics. I would be able to better respect your online publication which should be solely based in theological reasoning, not strategic wording, inaccurate allusion, sub-categorization and veiled propaganda; not to mention, at times, a melodramatic and grammatically flawed body of writing.
Lastly, though I could write endlessly concerning the representation of same sex relationships, I shall bind myself to mentioning that the perpetuation of shame towards those that identify themselves as homosexuals (surprisingly by people who once accepted that part of themselves) is extremely saddening.
This accurately demonstrates the dangerous regression into fundamentalism by today's youth.
It was always my impression that being a good Christian entailed living with christ-like attributes. Thus, it could be said, that one should live with love for all, to have understanding for all, without judgment towards anybody, for nobody is given such power or privilege as god itself.
A true Christian is understanding more than accepting, is aiding without judgment, and is peaceful with the knowledge that such a passion shall overtake force, coercion and guilt."
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I'm proud of what I've written, it sounds good, it's cohesive, coherent, logical, rational while remaining ideological. It's been months and I still haven't recieved a response.
If nothing else, read my response, I like to think it is as eloquently written as my capability shall allow; furthermore, many people should be as disturbed that such young people think in such a fashion...should we not be more understanding as time treads on?! It is a scary thought that "we" might not be.
http://everystudent.com/forum/sex2.html
http://everystudent.com/forum/sex.html
and if you have time.... http://www.everystudent.com/wires/christine.html
So this is what I sent to the lovely recipients of e-mail...my review of what I had read.... It is a little long...yes I got carried away:
"I understand the basis of your faith and I respect your beliefs and am impressed by your dedication to remain committed to the teachings and "truths" you have been indoctrinated to be believe as the ultimate law and reality governing existence and the purpose there of.
However, I am writing this, knowing full well, that we might not agree. Bear in mind my intention, commentary concerning the propagandist tone in which some of the articles are written, not an attack on your theological beliefs.
I was expecting much of the writings about sex to be greatly tailored to what is theologically "right" and "wrong" according to the bible, though I was disappointed to find the rhetoric to be so subtly propagandized in a fashion that only those who are objective might detect. I suppose, unlike in journalism, it is the facts that one chooses to amplify and distort may mean more than what is omitted; or maybe both are just as important.
Some of the implications that may be drawn out of some articles are completely offensive.
For Example:
In the article "How do you set your sexual standards" the reader is bombarded with questions that not only allude, but later suggest, that if people might agree with some of the questions, they probably also agree with heinous things that, by inclusion, are placed on the same level.
Having sex with someone on the first date is NOT, in the least bit, comparable, nor is it even on the same moral scale, as having sex with a parent, sibling, minor or "someone who's three years old." That is just sick!!! You cannot compare these things; they do not reside in the same arena.
This is a great faux pas at the hands of the writer to even assume that such questions belong in the same questionnaire.
In the Q&A section, someone had asked if premarital sex is wrong and if we were meant to live boring lives: The analogy of the 13-year-old driving, as a hazard both to himself/herself, irrespective of how much fun it might be, is completely irrelevant, a moot point and unrelated.
There is a difference between a 13-year-old driving and two consenting adults receiving mutual carnal satisfaction. The two examples cannot be compared. Furthermore, other analogies used, again, allude to the idea that those who participate in such an action might agree with adultery, incest and sex with children, which is a disgusting and extremely insulting deduction. The point of the body of writing should not be that it's a slippery slope, as the writer suggests, instead, it should be based in the theological reasoning against premarital sex. I am offended by the fashion in which this was composed and that I, as a person in agreement with safe premarital sex, have been even mildly categorized with people who might partake in such grotesque atrocities. This article calls lines between what is "right" and "wrong," concerning sex, "fuzzy." That is a coward's way of saying they cannot further validate their point. NOTHING is "fuzzy" about this topic; it is not okay to have sex with children, commit incest, nor statutory rape; such actions should not even be subcategorized as traits of someone who partakes in premarital sex.
Furthermore, both of the aforementioned articles slip in such ridiculous allusions that are completely unfounded. There isn't a person, at least not many, that would say that it is acceptable to have sex with someone who has AIDS without telling you, or that having sex with a corpse is acceptable…though I understand that there are people who do think in such a twisted manner, they represent less than a fraction of sexually active adults and thus their ethos cannot and should not be considered while making such generalizations of the sexually active populous.
Ultimately, as was aforementioned, I am not attacking your biblical belief in "Carnal Sin," I do not agree with it, however, I can understand it and thus am not attempting to attack your standing on this topic.
In return, I ask that you employ more intelligent, well researched, better trained and mostly, more tactful writers; instead of people who distort semantics. I would be able to better respect your online publication which should be solely based in theological reasoning, not strategic wording, inaccurate allusion, sub-categorization and veiled propaganda; not to mention, at times, a melodramatic and grammatically flawed body of writing.
Lastly, though I could write endlessly concerning the representation of same sex relationships, I shall bind myself to mentioning that the perpetuation of shame towards those that identify themselves as homosexuals (surprisingly by people who once accepted that part of themselves) is extremely saddening.
This accurately demonstrates the dangerous regression into fundamentalism by today's youth.
It was always my impression that being a good Christian entailed living with christ-like attributes. Thus, it could be said, that one should live with love for all, to have understanding for all, without judgment towards anybody, for nobody is given such power or privilege as god itself.
A true Christian is understanding more than accepting, is aiding without judgment, and is peaceful with the knowledge that such a passion shall overtake force, coercion and guilt."
---------------------------
I'm proud of what I've written, it sounds good, it's cohesive, coherent, logical, rational while remaining ideological. It's been months and I still haven't recieved a response.
Home
The place one calls "home" is not defined by cobblestone, cement nor brick.
It is indefinable, without barriers and boundaries.
"Home" is not where one was raised, nor where one's family resides.
The truest feeling of belonging is not limited to a specific structure, state nor country. Instead, it is in another; a traveling body of understanding, obsession, truth, fear and heartache.
Belonging: The sense that all is as it should be; not much is out of place, and all that is, can be rearranged. One is understood without any need for explanation or excuse.
Understanding; Is not mere acceptance, instead it is a fulfilled necessity to, if need be, agree to disagree with the morals and values of another -- even if the hermeneutics of the two individuals differ -- feeling, nonetheless, compassion and empathy for the other's beliefs; quite possibly to the point that one might feel converted.
Obsession: The insatiable need to feel connected to that other person, hoping the sensation is mutual; when it is, one of the two shall always attempt to demonstrate more self/emotional control -- as is necessary. This, however, does not, in the least, speak for the intensity of their emotion, not much can do so in that arena.
Truth: The ability to share all things with another, without fear of neither judgment nor consequence. Feeling safety in revealing every and all details of one's being with another with the aforementioned as the premise.
Fear: The crippling knowledge that the person that embodies "home" to you will be lost as a rule of life, as unforgiving and finite as it is.
Finally….
Heartache: An inevitability; recognizing the presence of a void which has replaced that person. Something so prominent that the emptiness seems to occupy the space with such aggression that the lack of that person might even be more powerful than their presence.
Some describe this phenomenon as the escape from being a "nobody" to becoming a "somebody." As in, coming to an actualization of who one is, realizing one's place in this world and existing as that person.
Whatever it may be, all that remains, to love is to lose. To feel comfort is to soon feel pain.
Ultimately, there is no gain without a loss of equal or greater value; no comfort without illness; no love without its price.
It is indefinable, without barriers and boundaries.
"Home" is not where one was raised, nor where one's family resides.
The truest feeling of belonging is not limited to a specific structure, state nor country. Instead, it is in another; a traveling body of understanding, obsession, truth, fear and heartache.
Belonging: The sense that all is as it should be; not much is out of place, and all that is, can be rearranged. One is understood without any need for explanation or excuse.
Understanding; Is not mere acceptance, instead it is a fulfilled necessity to, if need be, agree to disagree with the morals and values of another -- even if the hermeneutics of the two individuals differ -- feeling, nonetheless, compassion and empathy for the other's beliefs; quite possibly to the point that one might feel converted.
Obsession: The insatiable need to feel connected to that other person, hoping the sensation is mutual; when it is, one of the two shall always attempt to demonstrate more self/emotional control -- as is necessary. This, however, does not, in the least, speak for the intensity of their emotion, not much can do so in that arena.
Truth: The ability to share all things with another, without fear of neither judgment nor consequence. Feeling safety in revealing every and all details of one's being with another with the aforementioned as the premise.
Fear: The crippling knowledge that the person that embodies "home" to you will be lost as a rule of life, as unforgiving and finite as it is.
Finally….
Heartache: An inevitability; recognizing the presence of a void which has replaced that person. Something so prominent that the emptiness seems to occupy the space with such aggression that the lack of that person might even be more powerful than their presence.
Some describe this phenomenon as the escape from being a "nobody" to becoming a "somebody." As in, coming to an actualization of who one is, realizing one's place in this world and existing as that person.
Whatever it may be, all that remains, to love is to lose. To feel comfort is to soon feel pain.
Ultimately, there is no gain without a loss of equal or greater value; no comfort without illness; no love without its price.
Life is perfectly perfect, with shit and sugar in rations
For a change of pace, I thought I would share the more positive and less cynical side of myself.
Of course, that is, while cynicism is on a brief vacation.
I have slowly come to realize that life is perfect.
Perfection does not lie in the physical manifestation of idealism; instead it is in the realization of truth and the acceptance of that very thing.
Living is a scary concept, state of being, call it what you will.
The fact remains that without pain nobody could recognize pleasure and sometimes it is a simultaneous sensation.
Every gain requires that you lose something of equal or greater value, if you did not, the worth of that which is attained would not be realized.
Everyone has seen better and worse than the day they have had, while others have seen the unimaginable. Although, to each, tragedy might mean something completely different, due to circumstance, all we ultimately know is what we have seen, felt and experienced.
The best analogy I could put this theory into is this: It has been said that the writer that writes more than she/he reads does not make for a good writer at all. One must experience as fully, if not more so, the comparisons, contrasts and contemporaries if one is to find true inspiration.
My professor gave the most inspiring definition of life (more eloquently put, this is what was said): Everybody questions their purpose in the universe; the ageless question: "Why are we here?" The answer is this: "To perfect our understanding of love."
To find and understand what it means to love ourselves, our families, friends, neighbors and others, as well as enemies alike. To have the ability to love mankind wholly and forgivingly.
Brilliant!
What truly remains is that we are given both shit and sugar in rations so Perfectly Perfect that we not only survive, but if we are lucky, we thrive. We learn and grow, feel pain and refuse to make the same mistakes twice and, finally, WE ACCEPT FEELING HUMAN!!
Of course, that is, while cynicism is on a brief vacation.
I have slowly come to realize that life is perfect.
Perfection does not lie in the physical manifestation of idealism; instead it is in the realization of truth and the acceptance of that very thing.
Living is a scary concept, state of being, call it what you will.
The fact remains that without pain nobody could recognize pleasure and sometimes it is a simultaneous sensation.
Every gain requires that you lose something of equal or greater value, if you did not, the worth of that which is attained would not be realized.
Everyone has seen better and worse than the day they have had, while others have seen the unimaginable. Although, to each, tragedy might mean something completely different, due to circumstance, all we ultimately know is what we have seen, felt and experienced.
The best analogy I could put this theory into is this: It has been said that the writer that writes more than she/he reads does not make for a good writer at all. One must experience as fully, if not more so, the comparisons, contrasts and contemporaries if one is to find true inspiration.
My professor gave the most inspiring definition of life (more eloquently put, this is what was said): Everybody questions their purpose in the universe; the ageless question: "Why are we here?" The answer is this: "To perfect our understanding of love."
To find and understand what it means to love ourselves, our families, friends, neighbors and others, as well as enemies alike. To have the ability to love mankind wholly and forgivingly.
Brilliant!
What truly remains is that we are given both shit and sugar in rations so Perfectly Perfect that we not only survive, but if we are lucky, we thrive. We learn and grow, feel pain and refuse to make the same mistakes twice and, finally, WE ACCEPT FEELING HUMAN!!
Youth-in-asia
Euthanasia; a controversial issue, a misunderstood sentiment and a concept I have strongly supported throughout my short life, more passionately now than ever.
On the surface such an idea might seem to be outrageous, the very thought of aiding someone end their existence is beyond comprehension to some. I would argue that such people may not have seen those they love in excruciating and debilitating pain, an experience that would transform anyone into a vessel intended to carry out all wishes of those consciously rotting into nothingness.
As we age, those around us, parents, siblings, spouses and friends alike get older, sicker and eventually die. That is the most devastating truth about aging, a fact that is ignored until it is impossible to do so.
All who care deeply for those around them that suffer long and painful deaths should understand that the only thing some pray for is deliverance. A release from an agonizing existence with a grim prognosis and an entrance into whatever they believe to be laid out before them. If nothing else, an escape from what has become of their lives.
Illegal in most states, this issue has, slowly over time, gained more support in California. Bills have traveled through state legislature, most recently losing by a hairline vote.
The L.A. Weekly termed the bill as a “right-to-die measure for terminally ill patients,” which differs from a pro-euthanasia proposition.
Technically the term “euthanasia” would legalize the action of one person administering lethal doses of drugs to another, which is not the case of such attempted measures.
Instead, what is proposed is the legality of a terminally ill patient, in sound mind, expected to die within the next 6 months, to request lethal doses of medication to be able to die painlessly and in some schools of thought, with their pride in tact when broaching an appropriate time. The difference being that the patients would administer the medication to themselves in pill form.
This same article featured a man who had promised his wife, of many years, on her deathbed, that he would do all that he could to ensure she died peacefully and painlessly. The woman had been diagnosed with cancer and after surgery and intensive chemotherapy, it was decided that his wife was incurable.
Once her discomfort had become unbearable, her husband asked the doctor to administer drugs to his dying wife, allowing her to die peacefully as she had requested; the doctor refused.
Shortly afterwards, the woman was medically induced into a coma. Her husband noticed a wheezing sound exuding from her lungs and questioned the doctor about the odd noise. The reply this man received about his comatose dying wife was that he was hearing the liquid in her lungs that would eventually drown her to death; the very thing he witnessed while sleeping at her side that final night.
This is not some fabricated story to beg an emotion from any reader; it is a clarification of reality.
I, myself, have watched such a passing. I stood by my father’s side as he died of cancer. By the time it was diagnosed, the mass had metastasized so extensively barring him from candidacy of a liver transplant.
My father was finally sent home from the hospital after being told there was nothing else the doctors could do. Equipped with a bottle of morphine pills to “alleviate discomfort,” it would be proven that, once an illness has progressed so aggressively there is little to comfort the body, the mental anguish being excruciating.
After his death I forced myself to consider the option of euthanasia and my reaction to such a proposal that would have spared him from much pain.
Though he never put forth a request for such relief, I felt obligated to determine what I would have done had he asked.
I am confident, morally and ethically comfortable in the fact that, without a doubt, I would have granted him such a demand, irrespective of any legal implications that might have resulted for me. I am bound to my morals first; a foundation I believe is, at times, more ethical than written law.
It is not merely a question of a moral agreement with the notion of what is requested of you by those you love, those who are in an excruciatingly terminal state of illness. Instead, it is a necessity to honor their desires, their dying wishes.
The analogy I can best explain this is concept is that with the choice of abortion. Just because I am pro-choice does not by any means conclude that I am pro-abortion. Would I undergo such a procedure? Such a question is left to dispute and is circumstantial.
Irrespective, such a decision should be based on my personal morals and ethical standards, answering solely to myself, independent from governmental restriction and its apparently tied religious castigation.
As an adult, of sound mind, I should be awarded the freedom to make decisions concerning the status of my person, free from legal consequence.
All that remains in my memory, in my thought, pertaining to this issue is that, at times, it is more difficult to witness others in pain than to experience it yourself. As you stand by their side you promise to do all that they wish, knowing, all the while, that something they may request may be beyond your means. Powerless, you make empty promises all the same; to provide hope, reassurance and what is left of a gesture of love and compassion.
There is nothing more I can reveal than my hope that not many more have to endure such a painful process before some legislative progress is made on this issue, benefiting our families, friends and who knows, possibly, in the future, ourselves.
On the surface such an idea might seem to be outrageous, the very thought of aiding someone end their existence is beyond comprehension to some. I would argue that such people may not have seen those they love in excruciating and debilitating pain, an experience that would transform anyone into a vessel intended to carry out all wishes of those consciously rotting into nothingness.
As we age, those around us, parents, siblings, spouses and friends alike get older, sicker and eventually die. That is the most devastating truth about aging, a fact that is ignored until it is impossible to do so.
All who care deeply for those around them that suffer long and painful deaths should understand that the only thing some pray for is deliverance. A release from an agonizing existence with a grim prognosis and an entrance into whatever they believe to be laid out before them. If nothing else, an escape from what has become of their lives.
Illegal in most states, this issue has, slowly over time, gained more support in California. Bills have traveled through state legislature, most recently losing by a hairline vote.
The L.A. Weekly termed the bill as a “right-to-die measure for terminally ill patients,” which differs from a pro-euthanasia proposition.
Technically the term “euthanasia” would legalize the action of one person administering lethal doses of drugs to another, which is not the case of such attempted measures.
Instead, what is proposed is the legality of a terminally ill patient, in sound mind, expected to die within the next 6 months, to request lethal doses of medication to be able to die painlessly and in some schools of thought, with their pride in tact when broaching an appropriate time. The difference being that the patients would administer the medication to themselves in pill form.
This same article featured a man who had promised his wife, of many years, on her deathbed, that he would do all that he could to ensure she died peacefully and painlessly. The woman had been diagnosed with cancer and after surgery and intensive chemotherapy, it was decided that his wife was incurable.
Once her discomfort had become unbearable, her husband asked the doctor to administer drugs to his dying wife, allowing her to die peacefully as she had requested; the doctor refused.
Shortly afterwards, the woman was medically induced into a coma. Her husband noticed a wheezing sound exuding from her lungs and questioned the doctor about the odd noise. The reply this man received about his comatose dying wife was that he was hearing the liquid in her lungs that would eventually drown her to death; the very thing he witnessed while sleeping at her side that final night.
This is not some fabricated story to beg an emotion from any reader; it is a clarification of reality.
I, myself, have watched such a passing. I stood by my father’s side as he died of cancer. By the time it was diagnosed, the mass had metastasized so extensively barring him from candidacy of a liver transplant.
My father was finally sent home from the hospital after being told there was nothing else the doctors could do. Equipped with a bottle of morphine pills to “alleviate discomfort,” it would be proven that, once an illness has progressed so aggressively there is little to comfort the body, the mental anguish being excruciating.
After his death I forced myself to consider the option of euthanasia and my reaction to such a proposal that would have spared him from much pain.
Though he never put forth a request for such relief, I felt obligated to determine what I would have done had he asked.
I am confident, morally and ethically comfortable in the fact that, without a doubt, I would have granted him such a demand, irrespective of any legal implications that might have resulted for me. I am bound to my morals first; a foundation I believe is, at times, more ethical than written law.
It is not merely a question of a moral agreement with the notion of what is requested of you by those you love, those who are in an excruciatingly terminal state of illness. Instead, it is a necessity to honor their desires, their dying wishes.
The analogy I can best explain this is concept is that with the choice of abortion. Just because I am pro-choice does not by any means conclude that I am pro-abortion. Would I undergo such a procedure? Such a question is left to dispute and is circumstantial.
Irrespective, such a decision should be based on my personal morals and ethical standards, answering solely to myself, independent from governmental restriction and its apparently tied religious castigation.
As an adult, of sound mind, I should be awarded the freedom to make decisions concerning the status of my person, free from legal consequence.
All that remains in my memory, in my thought, pertaining to this issue is that, at times, it is more difficult to witness others in pain than to experience it yourself. As you stand by their side you promise to do all that they wish, knowing, all the while, that something they may request may be beyond your means. Powerless, you make empty promises all the same; to provide hope, reassurance and what is left of a gesture of love and compassion.
There is nothing more I can reveal than my hope that not many more have to endure such a painful process before some legislative progress is made on this issue, benefiting our families, friends and who knows, possibly, in the future, ourselves.
A loss for the French is a gain for the U.A.E.
Abu Dhabi, the capital of the United Arab Emirates, is paying France $520 million to open a Louvre art museum in the Middle East; artworks from the original museum, according to the contract, would be rotated through the new museum. I was born and raised in the United Arab Emirates and find a few disturbances in this corporate merger.
The U.A.E. has slowly come to rely on tourism as a great national revenue, resulting in the national agenda to focus on building the grandest malls and most outlandish attractions. An example could be seen in the indoor ski and snowboarding slopes located close to the beach, in a country known for its desert.
In my mind is imprinted a country before the renowned beach resorts and the abundance of shopping malls. The country I remember is one where children could go to the beach whenever they pleased without being required to have a spa pass or hotel key, a country where the locals knew more than the tourist guides.
Though I may acknowledge the blessing that finances may bring to the nation I viewed as home, the damage done to the culture and natural resources still remains.
The beaches, the desert, the local souqs (outdoor shopping markets) have all become tourist attractions hindering on their existence as places where locals can enjoy their traditional environment. Streets are sprinkled with foreigners equipped with cameras observing national customs of celebration preparations.
The government looks at what it is giving back to the country, a successful economy, thinking that it justifies all that is being taken away from those who call the U.A.E. their home.
I speak for myself and no one else, and I feel as though I have had more taken away than I have been rewarded.
To add insult to injury I, like many French nationalists, find a the “loaning” of the Louvre name to another museum unheard of. As a child I learned about the Louvre and all of the amazing treasures it houses, hoping to someday visit all the wonders encased within its walls. It is a monument embodying a great amount of some of the finest artwork ever created, a reputation and name priceless and is incalculable in monetary terms.
I do, without doubt, believe that the Middle East should house cultural and artistic monuments worth a tourist’s visit. I suppose this is where I differ from others.
I believe that the Middle East already houses such beauties; from Islamic art work, historical structures to its natural and seemingly untouchable landscapes, the U.A.E. should not need to acquire the treasures of foreign lands to draw attraction to its already impressive country.
The effect that I may discern from this situation is: a land that shall try to become more “modern,” more Western and “open” in an attempt to lure visitors to earn revenue may lose more than it may believe. It unknowingly trades its natural and humble beauty for that which is distinguished in terms of monetary numbers and rankings, only to sadly recognize its loss once it has become too late.
The U.A.E. has slowly come to rely on tourism as a great national revenue, resulting in the national agenda to focus on building the grandest malls and most outlandish attractions. An example could be seen in the indoor ski and snowboarding slopes located close to the beach, in a country known for its desert.
In my mind is imprinted a country before the renowned beach resorts and the abundance of shopping malls. The country I remember is one where children could go to the beach whenever they pleased without being required to have a spa pass or hotel key, a country where the locals knew more than the tourist guides.
Though I may acknowledge the blessing that finances may bring to the nation I viewed as home, the damage done to the culture and natural resources still remains.
The beaches, the desert, the local souqs (outdoor shopping markets) have all become tourist attractions hindering on their existence as places where locals can enjoy their traditional environment. Streets are sprinkled with foreigners equipped with cameras observing national customs of celebration preparations.
The government looks at what it is giving back to the country, a successful economy, thinking that it justifies all that is being taken away from those who call the U.A.E. their home.
I speak for myself and no one else, and I feel as though I have had more taken away than I have been rewarded.
To add insult to injury I, like many French nationalists, find a the “loaning” of the Louvre name to another museum unheard of. As a child I learned about the Louvre and all of the amazing treasures it houses, hoping to someday visit all the wonders encased within its walls. It is a monument embodying a great amount of some of the finest artwork ever created, a reputation and name priceless and is incalculable in monetary terms.
I do, without doubt, believe that the Middle East should house cultural and artistic monuments worth a tourist’s visit. I suppose this is where I differ from others.
I believe that the Middle East already houses such beauties; from Islamic art work, historical structures to its natural and seemingly untouchable landscapes, the U.A.E. should not need to acquire the treasures of foreign lands to draw attraction to its already impressive country.
The effect that I may discern from this situation is: a land that shall try to become more “modern,” more Western and “open” in an attempt to lure visitors to earn revenue may lose more than it may believe. It unknowingly trades its natural and humble beauty for that which is distinguished in terms of monetary numbers and rankings, only to sadly recognize its loss once it has become too late.
Man made machine
In a world run by computers, we have been conditioned to depend on them at the cost of our humanity. The more features the device offers, the more we rely on it as a crutch, aiding us in our hike through life. Man made machine to perform functions more easily and efficiently, sacrificing the human experience makes us as cold and sterile as our computers.
The ability to instantly communicate with someone across the world is phenomenal, never has it been easier to keep in contact with millions of people. For those whose career paths demand high volume communication, there hasn’t been a more functional tool to utilize. However, that is just a few positive attributes drowning in a sea of negative effects.
People sit shielded behind their shallow monitors, communicating with minimal acknowledgement of what they are neglecting. With the advent of Myspace and instant messaging, computer obsession has increased, with its victims abandoning the world surrounding them. People dependant on this form of communication are missing out on the wonder inherent in being human.
The sound of guttural laughter at a joke, the nervous fidgeting of someone’s hands and the emotionally charged facial expressions in a conversation are all crucial communicational experiences. Coming into contact with a person does not simply consist of exchanging a series of thoughts, everyone has tell all mannerisms that convey, at times, a lot more than our chosen vocabulary. These can only be witnessed in person, and can be crucial to the understanding of the spoken word. Feeling a conversation is true contact, a state imperative to humankind.
Individuals crave the presence of others, in order to participate in honest exchanges of your being, all senses must be engaged.
Similarly, the acquisition of news via computer inherently possesses a sense of distance and disassociation between the reader and the events. It is difficult to fully grasp the existence and reality of tragedy if there is no tangible connection between the reader and the article, a link which attaches the reader to the subjects in the stories. The physical manifestation of this link is the printed newspaper.
Leafing through the bundle, feeling the paper grain on your fingertips and the anxious turning of the pages all contribute to the difference between reading and experiencing the news. Actively experiencing the news requires the physical engagement of the senses. If one is physically involved in the obtaining of the desired information, the turning of the pages, the spreading out of the sheets of paper, there is more of an active role in the experience. Time spent and effort exerted to reveal words of importance. This experience motivates changes and contributions to current affairs, whereas reading mostly informs. We mustn’t allow our generation to abandon the importance of such passion in the name of ease.
Mostly, our computers have stripped a people of unique personal experiences; writing generally from mind to machine instead of relishing in the sight of a pen grazing atop the surface of a piece of paper. The imperfection and grace of the human hand is part of the marvel in writing, forgotten, writing has become a means to an end. The overall pattern seems to be that, while we are blessed with all the gifts the computer delivers unto us, we have fallen into a headstrong reliance on our newfound comforts. We would rather find solace in our illusionary online world, instead of facing another human being, instead of facing life, reality and true existence.
Given the nature of our society, not much can be done to rectify this notable alteration in mentality, however, actions can be taken to awaken our buried humanity. One might suggest that instead of succumbing to a melodramatic Myspace blog, to write, with pen in hand, as passionately and honestly as can be afforded, knowing the paper will never be discovered.
Substitute locking yourself in a two dimensional world with an acknowledgement of the three dimensionality in which you exist, the smells, the textures, the feel of the breeze against your clean skin.
Ultimately, the goal, to break free from the emotionless machine that continually inherits apathy in its addicted users. The concept, to feel the overwhelming world around us that ironically barrages the public with the notion that to be human is to be weak.
The ability to instantly communicate with someone across the world is phenomenal, never has it been easier to keep in contact with millions of people. For those whose career paths demand high volume communication, there hasn’t been a more functional tool to utilize. However, that is just a few positive attributes drowning in a sea of negative effects.
People sit shielded behind their shallow monitors, communicating with minimal acknowledgement of what they are neglecting. With the advent of Myspace and instant messaging, computer obsession has increased, with its victims abandoning the world surrounding them. People dependant on this form of communication are missing out on the wonder inherent in being human.
The sound of guttural laughter at a joke, the nervous fidgeting of someone’s hands and the emotionally charged facial expressions in a conversation are all crucial communicational experiences. Coming into contact with a person does not simply consist of exchanging a series of thoughts, everyone has tell all mannerisms that convey, at times, a lot more than our chosen vocabulary. These can only be witnessed in person, and can be crucial to the understanding of the spoken word. Feeling a conversation is true contact, a state imperative to humankind.
Individuals crave the presence of others, in order to participate in honest exchanges of your being, all senses must be engaged.
Similarly, the acquisition of news via computer inherently possesses a sense of distance and disassociation between the reader and the events. It is difficult to fully grasp the existence and reality of tragedy if there is no tangible connection between the reader and the article, a link which attaches the reader to the subjects in the stories. The physical manifestation of this link is the printed newspaper.
Leafing through the bundle, feeling the paper grain on your fingertips and the anxious turning of the pages all contribute to the difference between reading and experiencing the news. Actively experiencing the news requires the physical engagement of the senses. If one is physically involved in the obtaining of the desired information, the turning of the pages, the spreading out of the sheets of paper, there is more of an active role in the experience. Time spent and effort exerted to reveal words of importance. This experience motivates changes and contributions to current affairs, whereas reading mostly informs. We mustn’t allow our generation to abandon the importance of such passion in the name of ease.
Mostly, our computers have stripped a people of unique personal experiences; writing generally from mind to machine instead of relishing in the sight of a pen grazing atop the surface of a piece of paper. The imperfection and grace of the human hand is part of the marvel in writing, forgotten, writing has become a means to an end. The overall pattern seems to be that, while we are blessed with all the gifts the computer delivers unto us, we have fallen into a headstrong reliance on our newfound comforts. We would rather find solace in our illusionary online world, instead of facing another human being, instead of facing life, reality and true existence.
Given the nature of our society, not much can be done to rectify this notable alteration in mentality, however, actions can be taken to awaken our buried humanity. One might suggest that instead of succumbing to a melodramatic Myspace blog, to write, with pen in hand, as passionately and honestly as can be afforded, knowing the paper will never be discovered.
Substitute locking yourself in a two dimensional world with an acknowledgement of the three dimensionality in which you exist, the smells, the textures, the feel of the breeze against your clean skin.
Ultimately, the goal, to break free from the emotionless machine that continually inherits apathy in its addicted users. The concept, to feel the overwhelming world around us that ironically barrages the public with the notion that to be human is to be weak.
A lifeline in music
Music plays a crucial role in our understanding of life, for it expresses life itself. Pain, joy, anger, happiness, this is what constitutes existence, a constant cycle of emotions, none of which can be contained except in memory. Just as these emotions can not truly be enclosed, neither can the music that is its release.
People have played instruments to tell stories and express themselves for centuries. As long as there has been something to be experienced and shared, music has been the most efficient mode of relaying these occurrences, broadening the minds of listeners. It communicates not only the human struggle and triumph but is equipped with the ability to impregnate the audience with the emotions conveyed.
Music is an experience, not just in hearing it, but in the ability of the subconscious to instantly understand and feel the message. The listener becomes part of the story, participating in the pain and redemption embodied in the melodic highs and lows. We are provided the ability to feel the emotion of the artist. As a result, a repressed emotion is embraced within ourselves by subconsciously becoming a participant as a mental investor in the harmonious sounds.
The criteria on which someone chooses music is completely unique to them. Some are soothed by classical music, others by rock, irrespective, the music affects them similarly, delivering the desired frame of mind and an equal sense of calm.
After said experience has ended, it is stored somewhere within the memory to be reviewed at will. When looking back, by comparison, the memory is significantly dimmer than the moment of experience, resulting in the lust and necessity to feel once more.
The music we listen to dictates, in some respect, how we feel. It speaks to us not through words, but through emotion, thereby engraining the message in the deepest areas of ourselves. Experiencing feelings leads us to understand the nature of that which is around us. Eventually, receiving crucial insight to the very nature of ourselves.
Seeing as though we actively choose the sounds that mesmerize us, we can also come to the understanding that our mood controls the selection of the music that so deeply moves us.
Specific compositions are picked at precise moments in time to express that which we might not fully be able to do. However, allowing us all the same to embrace its release.
A good analogy to demonstrate these theories is if one thinks about life as though it were a long film. There are characters, numerous conflicts constantly arise and eventually resolved until the completion of the movie. As captivating as a storyline, dialogue and imagery are, the film would lose attention very quickly if it does not allow the audience member to experience the life of the characters. They would witness what is happening without understanding of its prominence or reality.
To alleviate this issue, a soundtrack is included. Music sets the tone for scenes, gracefully moves along with the storyline and is a powerful tool that taps into subconscious memories similar to that of the characters plight. Forced to feel what they see on screen, the onlookers are no longer in the third person, they are the main character. They feel the anguish and elation and form their own values and conclusions to what they have experienced, and not simply based on what they see. The music adds the emotional connection between the story and the spectator.
In a perfect world everybody would seek to experience and understand all that they could in its fullness. Through music, we may begin our quest, for it is where we may find a safe haven to safely embrace our emotions.
People have played instruments to tell stories and express themselves for centuries. As long as there has been something to be experienced and shared, music has been the most efficient mode of relaying these occurrences, broadening the minds of listeners. It communicates not only the human struggle and triumph but is equipped with the ability to impregnate the audience with the emotions conveyed.
Music is an experience, not just in hearing it, but in the ability of the subconscious to instantly understand and feel the message. The listener becomes part of the story, participating in the pain and redemption embodied in the melodic highs and lows. We are provided the ability to feel the emotion of the artist. As a result, a repressed emotion is embraced within ourselves by subconsciously becoming a participant as a mental investor in the harmonious sounds.
The criteria on which someone chooses music is completely unique to them. Some are soothed by classical music, others by rock, irrespective, the music affects them similarly, delivering the desired frame of mind and an equal sense of calm.
After said experience has ended, it is stored somewhere within the memory to be reviewed at will. When looking back, by comparison, the memory is significantly dimmer than the moment of experience, resulting in the lust and necessity to feel once more.
The music we listen to dictates, in some respect, how we feel. It speaks to us not through words, but through emotion, thereby engraining the message in the deepest areas of ourselves. Experiencing feelings leads us to understand the nature of that which is around us. Eventually, receiving crucial insight to the very nature of ourselves.
Seeing as though we actively choose the sounds that mesmerize us, we can also come to the understanding that our mood controls the selection of the music that so deeply moves us.
Specific compositions are picked at precise moments in time to express that which we might not fully be able to do. However, allowing us all the same to embrace its release.
A good analogy to demonstrate these theories is if one thinks about life as though it were a long film. There are characters, numerous conflicts constantly arise and eventually resolved until the completion of the movie. As captivating as a storyline, dialogue and imagery are, the film would lose attention very quickly if it does not allow the audience member to experience the life of the characters. They would witness what is happening without understanding of its prominence or reality.
To alleviate this issue, a soundtrack is included. Music sets the tone for scenes, gracefully moves along with the storyline and is a powerful tool that taps into subconscious memories similar to that of the characters plight. Forced to feel what they see on screen, the onlookers are no longer in the third person, they are the main character. They feel the anguish and elation and form their own values and conclusions to what they have experienced, and not simply based on what they see. The music adds the emotional connection between the story and the spectator.
In a perfect world everybody would seek to experience and understand all that they could in its fullness. Through music, we may begin our quest, for it is where we may find a safe haven to safely embrace our emotions.
African awareness series part 3
Starvation in Africa has been an ongoing struggle that most, if not all, people are aware of.
However, at some point the problem has been reduced, in the minds of people, to a mere fact. This is unsettling because for every problem, people work to find solutions, whereas facts stand alone.
Drought is the primary cause of hunger in Africa. The lack of necessary rain has severely impacted agriculture, killing the primary food source for a great number of people in the area. In addition, the costly price of cereal has left some of the impoverished to eat seeds in order to stay alive.
The lack of crops then threatens livestock, further obstructing the availability of food. Some pastoralists attempt to relocate their cattle or goat into other areas, however, many of the animals die of either starvation or thirst.
Because there has not been enough rain, there is a drastic shortage of water. Rivers have dried up, so people have nowhere to wash themselves or pull water from. In the worst regions of Somalia, there is a water ration of only three cups of water a day, per person, to be used for both consumption and hygiene.
People migrate in search of food and water, finding that many villages are in the same predicament. When people do find places with some resources, the increase in inhabitants quickly depletes supplies.
Desperation has led to an increase in violence. Starved, people attack and raid villages in order to feed their families. Once the attacked villagers themselves become desperate, they then attack other villages in order to survive.
According to the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, crops and livestock are also threatened by locust infestations and diseases. The severely malnourished are more vulnerable of contracting diseases, and their bodies are not equipped to fight off the infection.
Inadequate food and water supply also contribute to high infant mortality and maternal death rates. It is estimated that 3,500 children die daily of malnourishment and diseases that their weakened bodies are incapable of battling.
The most affected area is the Horn of Africa which is composed of seven countries: Djibouti, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Kenya, Somalia, Sudan and Uganda. The FAO estimates that over 8 million, in this region alone, are in need of emergency assistance.
The organization refers to the starving as those who suffer from “food insecurity,” a term that I feel is insulting. Such wordsmithing persuades the thoughts of the masses to be more inclined to feel that the agony of these people is being greatly lessened.
The people of Africa have been dying of starvation for so long that I honestly can not remember a time when they didn’t suffer. We have been asked to make donations, make a difference and were beckoned by specials such as “Feed the Children,” to do so.
We can not allow the struggle of these people to be a simple fact, we must remember that it is a problem, and to every problem there is an effort to find a solution.
The only thing left to say is, be a part of that effort, for, if the roles were reversed we would hope dearly that others would do the same.
However, at some point the problem has been reduced, in the minds of people, to a mere fact. This is unsettling because for every problem, people work to find solutions, whereas facts stand alone.
Drought is the primary cause of hunger in Africa. The lack of necessary rain has severely impacted agriculture, killing the primary food source for a great number of people in the area. In addition, the costly price of cereal has left some of the impoverished to eat seeds in order to stay alive.
The lack of crops then threatens livestock, further obstructing the availability of food. Some pastoralists attempt to relocate their cattle or goat into other areas, however, many of the animals die of either starvation or thirst.
Because there has not been enough rain, there is a drastic shortage of water. Rivers have dried up, so people have nowhere to wash themselves or pull water from. In the worst regions of Somalia, there is a water ration of only three cups of water a day, per person, to be used for both consumption and hygiene.
People migrate in search of food and water, finding that many villages are in the same predicament. When people do find places with some resources, the increase in inhabitants quickly depletes supplies.
Desperation has led to an increase in violence. Starved, people attack and raid villages in order to feed their families. Once the attacked villagers themselves become desperate, they then attack other villages in order to survive.
According to the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, crops and livestock are also threatened by locust infestations and diseases. The severely malnourished are more vulnerable of contracting diseases, and their bodies are not equipped to fight off the infection.
Inadequate food and water supply also contribute to high infant mortality and maternal death rates. It is estimated that 3,500 children die daily of malnourishment and diseases that their weakened bodies are incapable of battling.
The most affected area is the Horn of Africa which is composed of seven countries: Djibouti, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Kenya, Somalia, Sudan and Uganda. The FAO estimates that over 8 million, in this region alone, are in need of emergency assistance.
The organization refers to the starving as those who suffer from “food insecurity,” a term that I feel is insulting. Such wordsmithing persuades the thoughts of the masses to be more inclined to feel that the agony of these people is being greatly lessened.
The people of Africa have been dying of starvation for so long that I honestly can not remember a time when they didn’t suffer. We have been asked to make donations, make a difference and were beckoned by specials such as “Feed the Children,” to do so.
We can not allow the struggle of these people to be a simple fact, we must remember that it is a problem, and to every problem there is an effort to find a solution.
The only thing left to say is, be a part of that effort, for, if the roles were reversed we would hope dearly that others would do the same.
African awareness series part 2
Every day anywhere from 100 to 500 people die in Darfur, Sudan. Women and girls are kidnapped, raped and forced to be sex slaves. Men are tortured, sometimes castrated, then executed. Villages burn to the ground, crops destroyed and people are slaughtered en masse.
This is the reality of the millions we ignore in Darfur.
The Janjaweed, a Sudanese government supported militia, targets African civilians, raids villages and terrorizes its inhabitants. Houses are looted and set afire, some with the residents locked inside. Utilizing a campaign of fear, the militia massacres as many people as possible, and brands terror into the minds of survivors and nearby villagers, soon to be the next victims.
The lucky are able to flee to the drought-stricken desert where they will live in Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) camps which lack vital necessities such as sufficient food and clean water.
Much of the water available is contaminated, resulting in widespread disease such as hepatitis A, dysentery and cholera. The population, already malnourished, is highly susceptible to the measles, polio and meningitis, without access to an adequate amount of vaccines and medicines.
Living in the camps, people have to wander through the desert to find sticks and plastic bags that may be used to construct shanty huts, their only form of shelter. The majority of the camp population are women and children because many of the men have been killed in village attacks.
Irrespective of the risk of rape and abduction, women must go search for firewood and water.
Women are not much safer in IDP camps, many of them are raped within the confines of the allegedly safe area. All who fearfully inhabit the camps are still vulnerable to kidnappings and attacks by the Janjaweed no matter how secure the camp walls claim to be.
Of the 3.5 million victims affected, as of yet, approximately 1.4 million are children, with almost half of them being under the age of 5. Many are orphaned, stripped of their youth, and are left to construct their own images of peace and family from what they remember of their homes.
While we complain about the price of gas or traffic, this is what the lives and concerns of others are. A sense of apathy, more disgustingly an aversion to seek knowledge on such horrid occurrences has plagued many, leaving the men, women and children of Darfur to suffer and die with relatively little notice from the American public.
Because we are fortunate enough to live in a nation where this is not a concern of ours, we must do what we can to help. Raise awareness, make a donation, sign a petition or write your congressman, do what you can within your means, it takes nothing more than effort.
We have seen the devastation of genocide, the Holocaust and the Rwanda Genocide being two recent and tragic examples. History is being authored in this very moment, and we can not stand aside and watch as the people of Darfur experience extermination in escalating amounts, we must make a difference and stop the inhumanity.
This is the reality of the millions we ignore in Darfur.
The Janjaweed, a Sudanese government supported militia, targets African civilians, raids villages and terrorizes its inhabitants. Houses are looted and set afire, some with the residents locked inside. Utilizing a campaign of fear, the militia massacres as many people as possible, and brands terror into the minds of survivors and nearby villagers, soon to be the next victims.
The lucky are able to flee to the drought-stricken desert where they will live in Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) camps which lack vital necessities such as sufficient food and clean water.
Much of the water available is contaminated, resulting in widespread disease such as hepatitis A, dysentery and cholera. The population, already malnourished, is highly susceptible to the measles, polio and meningitis, without access to an adequate amount of vaccines and medicines.
Living in the camps, people have to wander through the desert to find sticks and plastic bags that may be used to construct shanty huts, their only form of shelter. The majority of the camp population are women and children because many of the men have been killed in village attacks.
Irrespective of the risk of rape and abduction, women must go search for firewood and water.
Women are not much safer in IDP camps, many of them are raped within the confines of the allegedly safe area. All who fearfully inhabit the camps are still vulnerable to kidnappings and attacks by the Janjaweed no matter how secure the camp walls claim to be.
Of the 3.5 million victims affected, as of yet, approximately 1.4 million are children, with almost half of them being under the age of 5. Many are orphaned, stripped of their youth, and are left to construct their own images of peace and family from what they remember of their homes.
While we complain about the price of gas or traffic, this is what the lives and concerns of others are. A sense of apathy, more disgustingly an aversion to seek knowledge on such horrid occurrences has plagued many, leaving the men, women and children of Darfur to suffer and die with relatively little notice from the American public.
Because we are fortunate enough to live in a nation where this is not a concern of ours, we must do what we can to help. Raise awareness, make a donation, sign a petition or write your congressman, do what you can within your means, it takes nothing more than effort.
We have seen the devastation of genocide, the Holocaust and the Rwanda Genocide being two recent and tragic examples. History is being authored in this very moment, and we can not stand aside and watch as the people of Darfur experience extermination in escalating amounts, we must make a difference and stop the inhumanity.
African awareness series part 1
All of us are familiar with “the AIDS Epidemic,” a term that has been used to describe the rapid spread of HIV and AIDS worldwide. In the Western world many tend to focus more on what that means to their communities, somewhat ignoring the astounding reality that 83% of the world’s AIDS related deaths occurs in Sub-Saharan Africa, with the numbers climbing at an alarming rate.
Some claim that a lack of affective AIDS prevention education is to blame. While that is true, there are many pressing social factors that contribute to the in-affection of said education efforts. Such as, some people have been convinced to think that Antiretroviral Drugs (ARV), medication that radically slows the progression of HIV to AIDS, are the actual cause of infection.
Also an old wives’ tale, believed by some Africans, is that by having sex with a virgin one will be cured from the virus. What is even more disturbing about this misinformation is that some believe that the younger the girl, the more effective she will be. This then leads to young girls, and sometimes infants, being raped, contributing to an already astronomical amount of sexual assault.
AIDS testing and treatment is not easily accessible to a great number of people who may have been infected, most of which live in poverty. Also, some would rather not be tested until they fall ill out of fear of being ostracized from their communities, an alienation rendering them helpless to provide for their children.
At times, the use of condoms or merely the suggestion of such is also feared, for, a woman may be beaten by her husband who would assume that she had been unfaithful. Most of the time it is the male spouse who is the adulterer and then infects his wife. Thus, if a woman has doubts as per the sexual promiscuity of her husband, she can’t easily protect herself.
Ultimately, those most affected by AIDS are the children in Africa. In respect to AIDS statistics, a child is defined as an individual under the age of 15. Out of the estimated 2.3 million children infected worldwide, 2 million are in Sub-Saharan Africa and are without necessary treatment and counseling.
Many have to give up school to become caretakers for sick family members. It then is also their responsibility to become the primary wage earners. The children strive to supplement the income lost because their parents are ill, while attempting to afford medicines as well.
Those orphaned are instantly transformed into the head of their households, responsible for any siblings they may have. All the while, they themselves may be afflicted with AIDS. Many adolescents in this position usually then become infected through unprotected sexual activity or rape.
Most children contract the virus from their mothers, either by birth or through breast feeding.
However, some have been infected due to contact with un-sterilized needles and infected blood products as newborns. Once infected, the infants are not expected to live past the age of 5 due to the lack of ARVs designed for the young victims.
Children must be given different forms of medications, many based on age and weight. Because of the scarcity and high cost of children’s medicines some doctors have attempted to break adult doses into what they guess to be a child’s dosage and administer their guesstimates.
Childhood illnesses, such as chicken pox and the mumps, contribute to a high mortality rate for infected children. Their compromised immune systems are not capable of fighting ailments common among children, most especially because of their quality of life.
Until the pain and faces of these children are branded in our minds, they will continue to suffer and die. Each becoming a simple statistic and a number to us, unknowing and unwilling martyrs that encourage us to make a difference until we finally choose to.
There are efforts to help those with AIDS in Africa, we know this, however, much more can and needs to be done. An increase in support will result in a more powerful movement to aid those desperately suffering.
Living in the Western world, there are accessible forms of assistance provided to those who have AIDS. Those in Sub-Saharan Africa do not have anything remotely similar by comparison, so they are left to suffer. So I shall ask, how many children have to die until we realize that they do so because we turn our heads?
Some claim that a lack of affective AIDS prevention education is to blame. While that is true, there are many pressing social factors that contribute to the in-affection of said education efforts. Such as, some people have been convinced to think that Antiretroviral Drugs (ARV), medication that radically slows the progression of HIV to AIDS, are the actual cause of infection.
Also an old wives’ tale, believed by some Africans, is that by having sex with a virgin one will be cured from the virus. What is even more disturbing about this misinformation is that some believe that the younger the girl, the more effective she will be. This then leads to young girls, and sometimes infants, being raped, contributing to an already astronomical amount of sexual assault.
AIDS testing and treatment is not easily accessible to a great number of people who may have been infected, most of which live in poverty. Also, some would rather not be tested until they fall ill out of fear of being ostracized from their communities, an alienation rendering them helpless to provide for their children.
At times, the use of condoms or merely the suggestion of such is also feared, for, a woman may be beaten by her husband who would assume that she had been unfaithful. Most of the time it is the male spouse who is the adulterer and then infects his wife. Thus, if a woman has doubts as per the sexual promiscuity of her husband, she can’t easily protect herself.
Ultimately, those most affected by AIDS are the children in Africa. In respect to AIDS statistics, a child is defined as an individual under the age of 15. Out of the estimated 2.3 million children infected worldwide, 2 million are in Sub-Saharan Africa and are without necessary treatment and counseling.
Many have to give up school to become caretakers for sick family members. It then is also their responsibility to become the primary wage earners. The children strive to supplement the income lost because their parents are ill, while attempting to afford medicines as well.
Those orphaned are instantly transformed into the head of their households, responsible for any siblings they may have. All the while, they themselves may be afflicted with AIDS. Many adolescents in this position usually then become infected through unprotected sexual activity or rape.
Most children contract the virus from their mothers, either by birth or through breast feeding.
However, some have been infected due to contact with un-sterilized needles and infected blood products as newborns. Once infected, the infants are not expected to live past the age of 5 due to the lack of ARVs designed for the young victims.
Children must be given different forms of medications, many based on age and weight. Because of the scarcity and high cost of children’s medicines some doctors have attempted to break adult doses into what they guess to be a child’s dosage and administer their guesstimates.
Childhood illnesses, such as chicken pox and the mumps, contribute to a high mortality rate for infected children. Their compromised immune systems are not capable of fighting ailments common among children, most especially because of their quality of life.
Until the pain and faces of these children are branded in our minds, they will continue to suffer and die. Each becoming a simple statistic and a number to us, unknowing and unwilling martyrs that encourage us to make a difference until we finally choose to.
There are efforts to help those with AIDS in Africa, we know this, however, much more can and needs to be done. An increase in support will result in a more powerful movement to aid those desperately suffering.
Living in the Western world, there are accessible forms of assistance provided to those who have AIDS. Those in Sub-Saharan Africa do not have anything remotely similar by comparison, so they are left to suffer. So I shall ask, how many children have to die until we realize that they do so because we turn our heads?
The ads epidemic
We are constantly barraged by newer and better products and the theory that it is our duty to consume. However, the amount of control people have over what is necessary and what is desired is questionable due to the manipulation of the mind by advertisements.
The primary goal of advertising is to gain customers, this is done by making people want something so intensely that it becomes a necessity. Whether they capitalize on innate insecurities, hidden desires or repressed sexual fantasies, ads make us believe that by buying their products we are the beautiful people in their commercials. Furthermore, that being those people will make us happy.
Car commercials make us feel like we are safer if we drive Volkswagens, detergent ads make us feel like better parents if we use Tide, and alcohol ads make us feel sexier if we drink Smirnoff.
When broken down into a list it is obviously ridiculous, but that is what we are being told and subconsciously, what we believe, as is evident by some of our purchases above their competition.
Objects are sold along with the fantasy we have been given by the ads, it might be that we are almost more interested in the fantasy than the product. “MGD isn’t good enough, we have to have Budweiser because it’s the king of beers,” might be the thought of some. Though we might not think in those exact words, that is the sentiment which arises, in where we begin to judge products on a scale not of our own, but on what we have been told is the truth.
Commercials affect us even though we do not realize it, and when that happens we begin to believe that we need something we might not even like or want. One day I bought a Starbucks product, got into my car and began drinking. This might not seem strange, except for the fact that I never drink coffee because it upsets my stomach, and I am lactose intolerant.
After seeing so many advertisements selling this product to me, without realizing it, I had been suckered into thinking that this beverage, more specifically from Starbucks, would give me a sense of comfort. It is baffling every time I think about it, a commercial told me to buy something that I know will make me physically ill, and I did it without question.
Scarily enough, that is the efficacy modern advertising, it successfully manipulates the mind until it thinks and feels exactly what a company wants it to. Racy commercials may gain attention, but great commercials make customers out of even those who can usually see beyond the ads.
How then are we to proceed, nobody has time to analyze all the objects they buy, or question every inkling of necessity and desire. However, every now and again people have the urge to indulge themselves in random purchases. When in said mind frame, think of why you have chosen the product at hand, whether or not your decision was swayed by an advertisement you may have seen and if your expectations are based on the tone of the ad.
The objects of our interest are unquestionably influenced by all that is around us, a fact that should be investigated. We should be concerned that we are told what we want, need and believe and sometimes buy into it without even realizing.
Perhaps the biggest irony is that companies are selling products in order to buy us as loyal customers. In the grand scheme of things, we are the products for sale and our spending potential is the service we provide. Sadly, big companies buy us by the millions, all thanks to as little as one ad.
The primary goal of advertising is to gain customers, this is done by making people want something so intensely that it becomes a necessity. Whether they capitalize on innate insecurities, hidden desires or repressed sexual fantasies, ads make us believe that by buying their products we are the beautiful people in their commercials. Furthermore, that being those people will make us happy.
Car commercials make us feel like we are safer if we drive Volkswagens, detergent ads make us feel like better parents if we use Tide, and alcohol ads make us feel sexier if we drink Smirnoff.
When broken down into a list it is obviously ridiculous, but that is what we are being told and subconsciously, what we believe, as is evident by some of our purchases above their competition.
Objects are sold along with the fantasy we have been given by the ads, it might be that we are almost more interested in the fantasy than the product. “MGD isn’t good enough, we have to have Budweiser because it’s the king of beers,” might be the thought of some. Though we might not think in those exact words, that is the sentiment which arises, in where we begin to judge products on a scale not of our own, but on what we have been told is the truth.
Commercials affect us even though we do not realize it, and when that happens we begin to believe that we need something we might not even like or want. One day I bought a Starbucks product, got into my car and began drinking. This might not seem strange, except for the fact that I never drink coffee because it upsets my stomach, and I am lactose intolerant.
After seeing so many advertisements selling this product to me, without realizing it, I had been suckered into thinking that this beverage, more specifically from Starbucks, would give me a sense of comfort. It is baffling every time I think about it, a commercial told me to buy something that I know will make me physically ill, and I did it without question.
Scarily enough, that is the efficacy modern advertising, it successfully manipulates the mind until it thinks and feels exactly what a company wants it to. Racy commercials may gain attention, but great commercials make customers out of even those who can usually see beyond the ads.
How then are we to proceed, nobody has time to analyze all the objects they buy, or question every inkling of necessity and desire. However, every now and again people have the urge to indulge themselves in random purchases. When in said mind frame, think of why you have chosen the product at hand, whether or not your decision was swayed by an advertisement you may have seen and if your expectations are based on the tone of the ad.
The objects of our interest are unquestionably influenced by all that is around us, a fact that should be investigated. We should be concerned that we are told what we want, need and believe and sometimes buy into it without even realizing.
Perhaps the biggest irony is that companies are selling products in order to buy us as loyal customers. In the grand scheme of things, we are the products for sale and our spending potential is the service we provide. Sadly, big companies buy us by the millions, all thanks to as little as one ad.
A clean slate
I started this blog a little less than a year ago, it was mandatory for my journalism newswriting class. On a whim I decided to start anew and a little more honestly, if not passionately and erased everything previously posted and turn this into something I would actually feel proud of.
Many of the blogs are editorials that were written to be published in the University paper; obviously, some were while others were not.
What is posted is a great body of my work, which has taken me many sleepless nights to complete; as well as side notes that I thought I could get off my chest at the time.
So here goes the start of something new.
Cheers.
Many of the blogs are editorials that were written to be published in the University paper; obviously, some were while others were not.
What is posted is a great body of my work, which has taken me many sleepless nights to complete; as well as side notes that I thought I could get off my chest at the time.
So here goes the start of something new.
Cheers.
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