-Ecclesiastes 3:1

-Leo Tolstoy

FAIL

November 18, 2010

Every now and again (at least once a year), I try and make a concise effort to demonstrate affection towards my ole Born-Again Borelli.

This morning, as the alarm went off to NPR, a calming radio commentator voice thoughtfully asked the question,

“Who is the most important person in your life?”

Sweeeeeeet…..perfect opportunity to plug my annual effort to demonstrate affection…just fell in my lap..what unprecedented serendipity..

I ever-so-slowly and lovingly placed my hand on Sean’s shoulder–batting my eyes to add (just a pinch of) sultry to the performance. He beamed back a very approving smile of positive affirmation and reciprocity.

It was real Precious Moments’ shit….then…the radio commentator voice interrupts,

“Well, one day they will die…and death is not discussed openly enough in this culture.”

errrrrr….uggghhhh….FAIL….okay,  play it cool, Marebear…don’t look him straight in the eye, you wicked little she-devil…damn, too late…

Sean’s eyes WIDENED FREAKISHLY and he instantaneously swatted my hand off his shoulder, decrying I put some witchcraft–omen–curse–touch of death on him..and that I did it (allegedly) on purpose.

well I never…the nerve…ungrateful, sheepish boy…here I am trying to show a little appreciation…how was I supposed to know the Good Lord had chosen little-ole-me to be his stunning-sexy-sweet-cherub-like messenger of doom?

Well, it was time to make the most of an (admittedly) questionable situation…

I proffered a sinister laugh, and y’know, just decided to play along into Sean’s fears that maybe I did know what was coming. I (coyly) asked Seanie-boi if he wanted to talk about it and share his fears. I figured I might as well transmute this (gross) miscalculation into a little calculated control capital to cash up at some later date in time.

Moral of the story, my friends? Leave the effort to demonstrate affection to push-overs and saints. When you love the shit out of someone for being just the way they are, don’t tell them (in fact, keep it top-secret, bottle it up and bury it deep down and way back in the recesses of your mind). Make them think you are in it for the money…or the drugs…or some compelling combination of both.

Perspective

November 18, 2010

(A) What's the point in ever trying, nothing changes anyway.
 (B) What's the point in ever trying, everything changes anyway.
 (C) What's the point in never trying, nothing changes anyway.
 (D) What's the point in never trying, everything changes anyway.
I subscribe to (D) most times, (C) sometimes, (B) every now and again, and (A) never.

-The Shins, lyrics: ‘Gone for Good’

Compliments of feminist philosophy,

I am aware of the  violent nature of heterosexual intercourse in modern day patriarchal societies.

That said, I am also ‘kept real’ by observing other non-human males in the Animal Kingdom.

What am I talking about?

One word: LIFE

One sexy-sweet commentator: Oprah Winfrey

Two disturbing facts:

(1) Male Darwin’s Stag Beetle– these adorable little critters claw their way up trees towards their target female partner, flipping-tossing-shoving fellow male beetles off the tall branches while en route. Finally, once the male beetle has his missus all backed up into a corner, he forcibly mounts her and the traditional rape ceremony ensues. Probably due to the insecurity of his ever-so-brief sexual excursion, he then decides to toss his missus off the tree branch as well (instead of talking through the guilt and the shame…..you have to talk through the guilt and the shame..), and she then falls a good forty or fifty feet to her doom.

(2) Male Dawson Bees– these charmers attack and gang bang female Dawson Bees, fighting each other over who gets to repeat rape their bride the most until (literally) all the males have killed each other in the process–this often ends in the collateral death of the female as well. In the wholesome clip Ms. Winfrey was so kind to narrate, the female Dawson beetle is killed and decapitated (camera zoom in on her furry little decapitated head) post enduring gang rape scenario.

-G. W. F. Hegel

-DCC, lyrics


Every Time I meet Past in passing, I remember some of how much I have forgotten.
I am not entirely sure of the long term ramifications of selective memory or creative recall.
I don't think I compromise my Self in the process more than is necessary to flourish spiritually.
What about Others? I am not so sure. I always hope for patience and understanding.

Leon Trotsky Quotes

November 14, 2010

“Life is not an easy matter… You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness.”

“The historic ascent of humanity, taken as a whole, may be summarized as a succession of victories of consciousness over blind forces — in nature, in society, in man himself.”

“The dialectic is neither fiction or mysticism, but a science of the forms of our thinking insofar as it is not limited to the daily problems of life but attempts to arrive at an understanding of more complicated and drawn-out processes. The dialectic and formal logic bear a relationship similar to that between higher and lower mathematics.”

“Dialectical materialism is not of course an eternal and immutable philosophy. To think otherwise is to contradict the spirit of the dialectic. Further development of scientific thought will undoubtedly create a more profound doctrine into which dialectical materialism will enter merely as structural material.”

Coin Toss

November 13, 2010

Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed,
That I set my eyes on Monday, and  I got myself undressed.
-lyrics, Sister Golden Hair

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
la la la la la la dee da

I ain't going to wait for traffic.
I ain't going to wait for sane.
I ain't going to wait for lovely.
I'll just go against the grain.

Heads?
Tails?
Heads.
Drum roll, please.
Please, tell me she is high.
No, she is fine-- relatively speaking.