Thursday, March 8, 2018

A Traffic Confession.

If you know me you know I love everybody. If you don't know me, well, I love everybody.  It really bothers me when something bad happens to someone else. I hate it when something bad happens to me, too, so I am not pretending to martyrdom, or any higher noble status. But, far and large I really want people to be happy.

So, it is with some remorse, some painful self loathing I have to admit when there is an accident on the freeway on my way to or from work my first thought is "I hope it doesn't bog down my drive." I always have a pang of guilt because at the very least somebody is going to be inconvenienced while their car is being repaired.

And I never root for accidents. For one thing it really fouls up my drive. But, if an accident happens anyway, this morning for example, sometimes I hope it involves someone whose driving has impressed me as being exceedingly risky.

I never want them to get hurt, and I don't really want anybody to have an accident, but if there is going to be one anyway it might as well have that insane person in the Chevy Equinox who weaved in and out of traffic, despite the treacherous conditions. If somebody is going to be involved in a collision it might as well be a person who is driving recklessly. Somebody who saw the person only fifty yards in front of us slide almost out of control on the overpass. Someone who had just been offered such startling proof  the conditions were less than ideal.

If somebody is going to have to pay a higher premium, and answer a lot of questions from a surly, freezing police officer it might as well be a person who disregards countless visual warnings. It just makes sense. Most of us just find a place in line and make time the best we can.

I have to admit, though, I am always grateful when I get to the accident and it is not the person I wanted to have the accident. This morning the first accident was a Kia Sedona and a Dodge Ram on the overpass leading to the airport. The pickup truck had hit a patch of ice and spun completely around and the Kia was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It happened with enough force to push both cars into the barrier designed to keep cars from driving off the overpass, which worked perfectly by the way.

It looked as if everybody was walking, and nobody was hurt too badly. I felt bad for them, and couldn't even really be too angry about the delay, since there were three more accidents, all on or just after a bridge or overpass. Me and my trusty steed strolled into work, late but without a scratch. And to my relief none of them seemed to involve serious injury or the Equinox. I can't live with that kind of guilt.  I guess I should be more careful what I ask for.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Life is too short not too kayak

This weekend my wife and I are going kayaking.  There is a peace and tranquility in paddling around.
We go places that are big enough that you can always find a quiet spot, even though kayaking seems to be more popular than eating. And in the end that is what it is all about, escape. A chance to be in the middle of something and nowhere at all.

It is those times when you feel isolated, solitude, floating, drifting, that you see the truth. Even when you don't recognize it somehow you know you've seen it. Right there, it was right there, and for a moment you knew.

It has been a couple of weeks of chaos. There are uncertain times, and the nation seems intent on self immolation. We have no sense of unity, and are drifting farther apart daily. The news brings more of the same. It is not a happy time to be American.

But, on the water there is comfort, there is peace. It is empty, and that is the way it should be. The funny thing it took me 58 years to figure that out. And it took my wife 59 years but we figured it out.

I guess what I am trying to say is forget the hate once in while. It will still be there tomorrow. Live for a minute in a shining bright belief that things will be alright. Maybe they will and maybe they won't but you can worry about it later. The water is calling, the paddles are ready and the weather is wonderful. If you find the peace on a bike, on a dock fishing, reading a book so be it. Just find it, we need it right now.

And as long as we have such a happy Grateful Dead thing going here is one of my favorites.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Non-Social Media

I found myself being reasonably jealous of a friend who deleted their Facebook profile a couple of weeks ago. I mean I can comprehend the reasons to, or to not have a Facebook page, but when someone actually cuts that cord, I can see the freedom on the other side of the decision, and in turn end up a bit jealous.

I've said a few thousand times that Facebook had become too much. Too much information, too much invasive behavior, too much laziness from the people you expect laziness out of. Don't log into Facebook for a few days? Facebook will find every way that it still has access to, to bug the crap out of you until you log back in. Get rid of phone notifications and it will invade your e-mail, get rid of that and somehow it will give you windows notifications. Buzz the Hell off already will you? Most of the notifications are wholly unimportant.

The latest insanity was all the people who will only have contact with you on the Facebook Messenger. I would install it, just to get the messages, uninstall it, because it is a cancer on your cell phone. Pops up at all times, covers your screen with those stupid chat heads. I seriously start wondering about the people that use it, and definitely wonder about those that only use it. What about your relatives that treat your Facebook wall like it is a private e-mail? UGH!

I longingly would look at the freedom of being able to just say "I don't do Facebook" but there was always something that made it impossible to leave. There are at least a dozen family members I would never hear from again. There are several old school mates that would simply disappear for another 20 years. There is that one or two people who actually will find you offline if they don't see a status update from you once in a while. There are the few people who flirt with you on there, and are the only thing that makes you feel a bit younger than **coughcoughfortysomethingcoughcough** and worse yet, those celebrities that you like to stalk keep up on ....

Exactly one week after I finally deleted my Facebook account, I found out that I was right all along. The positives far outweigh the negatives. Now I can spend time paying attention to the people that actually are in front of me. I just have to remember some of them don't like being poked.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Happiness r' us.

Look, life is filled with challenges. We understand, we know, we sympathize. And  you know we want nothing more than your happiness. Everybody is different, we get that. What makes one person happy is torture for another, we realize that. One man's fruit is another man's candy, we see that. There are a few universal truths, though, a few things that almost anybody would say, "you know, that makes me happy."

Finding a couple of dollars makes everybody happy. So, we took the liberty of salting your path home tonight with a liberal amount of money. Since we are a non-profit, brother, we wrote the book on not being profitable, we would be grateful if you half of the money to us. You will still have the joy of finding the cash, and get to keep half. Kind of makes you feel warm inside just thinking about it. If you don't find any money on the way home somebody must have taken your prize. Probably Bob, from accounting. But, if you eat his lunch tomorrow that will make things even, right?

Compliments make everybody feel better, and you look great. Are those new glasses, you sure look smart. Have you lost weight? That haircut is spectacular, I just can't believe anybody alive would still know how to cut hair in that fashion. And that new deodorant is so much better than the stuff you were using, we all noticed. And those, shoes, my God, I know people who would kill for those shoes. Now, hand them over!

Well, that is all the time we have today. Don't forget to tune in tomorrow for our episode on the importance of open, honest relationships at work, and how to avoid them. We will have a masterclass on assembling an impressive resume using the accomplishments of co-workers.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Don't Be An Online Bitch

Many years backs, there was a fad of using certain browsers, or ad bars in the hopes of getting paid to be online. You would get a certain percentage of every referral's browsing money too. It was a wonderful system where you could simply install the browser, nag all your friend to install it too, and just watch all the money roll in every month. Almost everyone online in the 90s fell for this one (myself included) and in the end, nobody actually made anything. The scam continued for a while until the Bill Clinton "Pets.Com" bullshit economy finally went belly up (for those of you who think you pay attention this was before Bush became president) and all of the online browsing pyramid schemes were able to just disappear, while people were concentrating on all the TYCO, ENRON collapses going on.

Now having lived through all that, I happen to be a bit jaded when it comes to online schemes. My friends at Google Adsense, manage to give me a hundred bucks or so a month for website and blog advertising, and it is stable, steady and most of all completely real. That doesn't stop everyone from trying to get those ad spaces with tales of grandeur and preposterous prosperity from coming along every now and then. The moment I take one of them seriously, I go from a "hobby" to a "job" and worse than just a "job" but a "job" that takes up a lot more time, for a lot less money than a lucrative career at Dunkin Donuts. The trick is to know what you do, and what your visitors are there for. I assure you, they aren't there to be sold anything, or given a dream of striking it rich. This is why I don't do anything on commission, or revenue sharing. Used car salesmen do that.

Now don't get fooled by the names attached to something either. Just because Google or Microsoft have placed their names on something doesn't mean that it is completely up and up either. Google has a rewards program I tried once, where you take surveys for Google Play credit. Sounds easy enough right? Yeah, they send you surveys that don't give you credit in hopes that you "might" get surveys for credit afterwards. After a few of these you "definitely might" get some that give you credit, and after a few of those you get ones that "most certainly might" give you credit. In other words you are being Google's bitch for a unicorn and a basket full of rainbows. You might as well register Democrat, for all the same benefits. Microsoft has a rewards program too which at least gives you a 5$ Dunkin Donuts gift card every 3 or 4 months for using their browser.

Do what you like, try what you want, but always ask yourself before it gets out of hand, "Am I being an online bitch?" The term is blunt and offensive, but it will hit you a lot harder than, "I wonder if I am being taken advantage of?" The answer to the latter is "Well of course not, I am not spending money!" (for the love of God don't spend any money btw) when the answer to the first one is "Damn, I am wasting time for a fantasy, and that makes me look like ... oh damn ...." If you are sitting in front of a computer convinced that you have nothing better to do remember something I learned years ago, someone does pay me for my time. My place of employment pays me a certain dollar value for every hour I am in there. If I am not doing something I enjoy and it doesn't give me some sort of benefit, then I should be at work, and getting paid. That is the value of my time, and I an't nobody's bitch.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

The Resilient War.

"They are coming." The scared child said. His eyes reflecting the fear of his past.

"It's okay if they'll come. We are ready.

It's okay if they'll come again. Don't be scared, my boy.
They'll throw stones to break our homes; but we'll stay together. And we will fight. We'll fight back to win.
Let them come.
We are prepared; for the worst to come-it can't ruin our lives more.
We have no thing to loose; but the world to win.
Don't be scared, children.Your fearful past will be your weapon.

That pain will ruin them now. They can't climb up our walls. They will find no ladder to this place, ever.
The Almighty is w/ us. The war is here and soon the dawn will be too. We'll win-sooner or later, but we'll."
said the Queen, with fire to burn the evils ahead and the warmth to fight and stand on the victory mountain.
She knew they'll win, despite of the oblations.

She knew they'll reach there, though in pieces but yeah, they'll reach and she knew it.

~Varia xoxo

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Beloved Acid Assailant. I Varia

You said you love me. But I didn't deserve your touch. I refused to. Your love was so strong that it burnt my face. My beauty could never please your nasty deeds.

I was your dream; but you thought me to be worthless for anything. A green piece of paper bought you my end, which is still sold open in those streets.

I cared, and this is how you rewarded me.
I was lying in the middle of the crosswalk-



covering my face 'cuz ik it was no more a thing to look at.

Somehow in the hospital, they saved me, but I lost my life.

I turned ugly for the world.
The flawless face that once walked proudly on the roads, is now hiding behind curtains.
Glancing on the mirror with the only eye I was left with, even the mirror yelled my pain.

But darling, you burnt my face, but somewhere my dreams were still breathing.
I still stand with the same courage, now even stronger, to face the world with my distorted face your love gifted me.
You thought that 15 acid bottle will ruin me; you were as wrong as your deeds; rather they built me fireproof.

And now I am ready; to fight and defeat you all.
You said am worthless, now you'll see that your 'worth' can't buy my death.
Just look 'round and see my dear, the girl on whom you threw acid is on the top of the world and you, hah! you're still between those nasty streets looking to greet your end.

 Karma's a bitch, baby,
and it stood so true when you saw me succeeding on the T.V. and the guilt surmounted your heart that your soul wanted to leave your nasty frame.

                           Now say,
                                      who won?!

Saluting the Brave Hearts ♥

~Varia xoxo