Thursday, June 30, 2011

A MESSAGE TO SUCCESSFUL CELEBRITIES/ACTORS

Grow up!

mypersonas2 Actors who make a living pretending to be someone else, traveling often to exotic locations with no end to mindless fools drooling to breathe the same air, for which they are paid an obscene amount of money and lavished with special treatment, and then they turn around and BLOW this gift of life – amazing.

I am tired of the spoiled brat celebs, the Lohans and those who cannot stomach the burden of life and turn to drugs and booze only to make a scene out of it. Sure, I don’t know the pressure – yadayada – but I also know the pressure of a low paying job and not making ends meet, getting fired or laid off and wondering where the next meal is coming from, and watching myself getting older and knowing that my employable prospects are shrinking faster than a Jenny Craig waistline.

So wretches who have to show us the worst of your success – grow up. You got a gift, a ton of money to invest, tuck away – not blow on blow, because acting is a transient profession and of the billion actors, those who make a name for themselves are the lucky ones and should take that success with a measure of intellect and reason.  You got a gift from which you get to explore the vastness and the richness of life and instead you become self-indulgent whiny little morons.

After all, you get to escape yourself, play out another life and amaze audiences who fork out the money for the film and the props and the chance of greatness by standing next to you, as though you had been blessed by some unknown deity who granted you a lot more freedom than the rest of us.

I recently watched the entire TUDORS series and enjoyed the performance of Jonathan Rhys Myers, a very talented actor who could make you forget what Henry VIII was really like.  Headlines:  Jonathan Rhys Meyers out of hospital after reported relapse.  They thought he attempted suicide. I don’t get it. You battled the odds of being a working actor, let alone a successful actor and that is your choice?   But there is an endless list of celebrity suicides including Michael Jackson – sorry, I do not care who injected you with it; you took a surgical anesthetic to sleep with?  Are we just so crazy that the moment we get fame we get corrupted?

Lohan – what’s your sorry excuse? I think she should be in jail for a long time – get a good taste of what being nothing means. And what acting ability does she have anyway? The Parent Trap?

When I was a kid I dreamed that I would grow up and be famous. And as an adult, a parent, a husband, a writer, a guy who has to work his ass off to make a buck; a trick that gets ever harder, I say “Thank God I am not famous.”  But if I were, I would not squander the gift of security for my family, the chance to see things in life I will never get to see, the chance to enjoy the comforts and trappings that exist for those who can pay.  What an incredible waste!

I have known many a struggling actor, men and women who do whatever jobs they can so they can audition; who dread getting an audition and screwing it up, knowing that the break may come at any time, or not at all and not wanting to miss it.  And until they get the job they are your waiters, bussers, supermarket baggers, parking lot attendants and so on….

And you ignore them.

Until they are on the screen and then….. God has spoken to you and you must have a piece of them! 

Well God has spoken to me. God took my hair, my youth and left me with wisdom that it ain’t getting easier and I should be glad of every day and every moment and not screw it up. Not even for a minute. Amen to that!

 

MisterWriter

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

PARENTS ARE AN ENDANGERED SPECIES – WE DON’T NEED A WAR TO FINISH US OFF

Definition of PARENT

a : one that begets or brings forth offspring
b : a person who brings up and cares for another

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It should come as no surprise to those of us who see the trend of parentless children; people who allow their offspring to behave and act as they wish, free of impediment, rules or regulation and, when said offspring get into trouble, come running to their defense because “he is a good boy and would not do such a thing!”

We see this in public school settings when the tribes of little (and big) gangsta types congregate to issue mass disrespect, whether to teachers, passers-by, law enforcement and even their parents. We have seen schools tighten rules to no avail because like an old toothless tiger in a zoo, public schools are weak and powerless unless empowered by parents with values and goals for their children. And states like California with no money that are releasing 46,000 prisoners and removing the GPS manacles of gang members because of a lack of funding are perpetuating this problem.

So it should come as no surprise to see the world fall into the same schism and worse, to adopt the American policy of “make a friggin law” to ensure that the rights of those precious darlings are not violated because God forbid anyone dare defy their child and actually parent anymore.

On June 9th, the Human Rights Council of the UN approved a new treaty (because the UN is good at nothing else) that will work in parallel with the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child (CRC) – and if you have not heard about this you really should work on digging your head out the sandbox – which in essence says: “children will be able to file a quasi-judicial complaint against their parents, their government, or anyone else alleged to have violated their rights under one of the three existing child’s rights treaties.”

Well bend me over and smack me with a wooden spoon if that isn’t the way of the world. You no longer can parent your child unless it is in adherence with some law, generated from a worthless organization (the UN needs to be put out of everyone’s misery) and soon to be voted on in the US Senate from where it will, dear readers, affect you and yours. It is, after all, the right of the child to grow up safe and in accordance with some expert’s opinion of what that constitutes.

There are two remaining steps for this new Communications Protocol to become fully operative. First, this new treaty must be approved by the United Nations General Assembly. This is a foregone conclusion. Second, ten nations must become parties to this new treaty by signing and then ratifying under whatever process is followed in their own nation. In the United States this would mean the President (or his representative) would have to sign the treaty and the U.S. Senate would have to vote to ratify.

The net effect of this is that your child will be able to haul you off to court; at the least a UN Committee in Geneva. If there is a conflict over internet usage, dating, recreation, school choices, religious choices, or anything else. The scope of the UN's CRC is absolutely unlimited and any parental decision at all could become the basis for a complaint.

If your Senator is not already a (click to find out >) co-sponsor of SRes 99, please call them today and urge them to stop the UN from gaining this stunningly dangerous power.

California has yet to oppose this piece of legislation. The reasons above are the reasons you will find this one buried. after all, everyone has rights. We cannot deny any rights, especially in California where prisoners have more rights than you.

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Idaho has already opposed it.
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The fact that the world has accepted this position of extreme tolerance on behalf of a group of people who need to be parented more and governed less, scares the heck out of me. Those liberties afforded you by the Constitution are in danger of becoming memories of the good old days because we have failed as individuals to expect and demand better of our children as well as for our children.

If you read the blogs you see the nasty, negative, self-indulgent, whiny, grossly inaccurate, deceptive and vile conversations that result in stagnation because each person is hiding behind anonymity and is free of recourse.  It is a psychological game that batters you senseless as it sucks you in and spits you out as a demented and twisted person to scared to open your mouth in person for fear of being on the wrong side, whatever that may be.

Parents today need to explain why their kids eat unlimited candy, drink unlimited soda, wear whatever clothing some sorry excuse of a designer has managed to peddle, usually with equally tasteless slogans, in the name of freedom. With the CRC you are held accountable to your children for the choices you failed to make.  And by being governed you are not excused for the sorry wretch of an adult you will inflict upon society as a whole.

Children are born a blank slate. The fact that so many are screwed up is a direct and tangible result of the failure to parent.  We have parents more interested in not growing old, wanting to be their kid’s buddy, the shoulder to cry on, the fun without the pain and the stress. Just worship your child and be thankful they are not still crapping their pants. This is what we have.

When I see legislation designed to make up for the shortfalls of people who should never had had children to begin with, I am more disgusted that we have reached this place that will now affect those of us who do take responsibility for our children.

I apologize to the parents who are actually doing their job – there are many of your out there. My question to you is “Do you see what is happening?” And “How will this affect the world your kids will be inheriting?”

That should scare you. It scares me.

 

MisterWriter

Friday, June 24, 2011

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHEN I HAVE DIED


Just when I thought I had all the bases covered; exercise, moderate diet, low fat, a glass or three of red wine rich in antioxidant, massive amounts of sex, total freedom from stress, anti-depressant chocolates and a healthy supply of every pill known to man to fix me up in ways that even the maker would not have thought of, comes the study to end all studies. 

Sitting on your ass for extended periods of time ups your death rate by a whopping 37%, even if you exercise. Read it HERE.

Well my first thought is the distressing "There goes all that reading I do on the can!" I mean what good is enhancing my brain if my butt is what is killing me.  By that reckoning politicians should all die young, especially those in the judicial branch. Must be some special lawyer mojo that counters the death by sitting statistic.

It is always something, governed by studies funded by people who enjoy finding abstract concepts and turning them into singularities. One event a cause does not make in much the same way that taking one vitamin will offer you nothing. In fact the odds are so much more genetically determined that to come up with a control group of ass sitters requires a vast pool of subjects including those of varying posterior sizes, builds, race, sex and other factors. I am guessing that you would need about 200,000 people for a fair sampling.

Nonetheless, this is what we have become; a nation of the obsessed all struggling to live five seconds longer than we could have, more concerned with quantity than quality and totally losing the point of life - actually living it.

I write this after eight hours on my butt in front of a computer assembling the next fabulous edition of my newspaper. And by the fact that I am still alive, I guess there is still hope for me yet. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, please let me know that I have died. 




- Posted by MisterWriter

Thursday, June 23, 2011

SIGN OF THE TIMES - YOUR STUDENTS' CRIMINAL HISTORIES

Reading the story linked below I am floored by the sign of the times that the issue of a student's criminal history has become so prevalent that it needs legislation. Really?  Should teachers now sit armed and ready for battle? Deputized with handcuffs next to the dry erase marker pens?  Parent supply list now includes plastic ties for makeshift cuffs?


A better question is why students have criminal histories and why any student with a violent criminal past should be allowed in a regular classroom. And anyone replying with the word "rights" will make me ill. I am all for freedom but there are just too many rights and too many lawyers to fiddle with those rights.


Read the article HERE and let me know what you think.


-MisterWriter

Friday, June 17, 2011

SEEING GREEN! WHY THEATERS ARE KILLING THEIR CUSTOMERS




Today I took my 6 year old to the matinee of the newest comic- come to life- hero movie; Green Lantern. Yes I know the critics slammed it, but folks, it is a COMIC, not an Academy Award winner for best script dialog.

The movie was fine - good kid fare, lots of green, rings, green action, slimy bad guy, and about an hour of movie previews that dulled the initial enthusiasm until that pain stopped - all the upcoming movies are mostly crap - although Brad Pitt has a good one coming out.

$7.50 twice for the tickets to Greenie. And $29.90 in snacks which comprised of high fat, high salt, high butter popcorn in a container that would feed Africa, two small Sprites in cups that would douse California summer fires, a small box of Raisinettes and a small (and I mean small) package of Skittles.

I do realize THAT is how the theaters survive, and here in Boise, the cinema is clean, huge, grand and well worth the outing. It is the fact that the crap they serve you will kill you, thus reducing their potential long term profits. It is unlikely any patrons return with their grandchildren because most would be dead from the stroke inducing fare.

Growing up in Australia in the late seventies, I was always impressed by the movie cinemas. For one thing you picked your seat ahead of time, usually marked on a glass map with a wax crayon and your seat number on your ticket. You were then free to roam. The multiplex boasted bunch of nice restaurants; not fast food crap, but actual sit down restaurants that would ask you first what time your show was. They made sure your food was out and plenty of eating time. They would gently remind you of the time left before the show started. And you would not bring anything into the movie theater itself.

The theater was rich, plush carpeting with no danger of soda dribbling down the aisles, or that sticky feet syndrome you got after they hosed floors here with a vinegar solution. The seats were so comfortable, reclined, adjusted and the seating angled in such a way that the big oaf in front of you would never block your view. It was an EXPERIENCE.

Now it is an ordeal. The sound deafens you to kill the chatter of the moron behind you. To each side people are text messaging, the light of their devices distracting you and pulling you from the movie itself. And then there are the illiterates who have no business being in a movie theater at all because they have to ask each other what is going on. If you really do not get the low intellectual level of today's movies, you should just stay home and watch the Real Housewives....

And so in trying to makeup for the lower grade audience, we have 3-D everything. never mind that a small portion of the audience will break into an epileptic attack because of the mind tricks that the 3-D plays. But let's face it, Green Lantern is much better when you think you are getting punched out by a comic book hero.

I have seen 3-D and it does not impress me. A survey shows a large number of Americans agree. At Costco you can see the new 3-D televisions. While the picture is 3-dimensional, the levels of dimensions appear flat. So Green Lantern looks like he is coming at you, but he looks 2-D, even though there is depth of field to the stuff around him.

The last huge 3-D fuss was Michael Jackson's Captain EO at Disneyland back in the 1980s. Michael could reach out and touch you, not necessarily a good thing in hindsight.

I love movies. I suffer the movie audience. There is something fun about the big screen, an auditorium, the sound and visual quality, so far removed from the old days of the projector haze that you could see when you looked back - although that was fun also.

And if the media are to be believed, since the audience for the big fare is shrinking with the advent of portable gaming systems, it seems many movies are made for the fifteen minute pre-game market and not destined to ever reach the big screen. The audience needs a quick fix that has little use for depth of character or meaningful dialog. In fact expletives often suffice so long as there is gunfire, realistic blood and lots of hookers to run over with the car you would never afford from your real life job at Wal-Mart.

Then again, spending close to $50 (I forgot the $9.95 Green Lantern toy with non-glowing ring) is steep for the average movie for two. Try a family of four and watch that figure triple. Especially when you can wait a short while, get the film from a Redbox (gotta love Redbox) for $1 and bring home some quality fare to watch on your HD widescreen in BlueRay.

If you watch Green Lantern on Blueray will he look yellow?

As for the movie - Green Lantern dies in the end.... no,no,no, I am just messing with you. Trust me when I say: Green Lantern II, III, IV, Justice League I - X, and so on.... It is the grand master plan to sucker you into coming back until the quadruple bypass.

"By Grabthar's hammer, by the suns of Warvan, you shall be avenged!"

I dare you to name that movie? Happy Friday.

- Posted by MisterWriter

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

ALWAYS TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING BUT GETTING SLAPPED FOR IT

It is a wonder than any business can get done anymore, especially in California where the legal system has protected the needs of the one against


the needs of the many. It is a little like the Catholic premise of guilt before redemption, and certainly when it comes to any commerce, guilt is assumed, reputations are tarnished and consequences levied all in the name of justice and fair play.

There are so many protections in place for consumers and the public that the only one missing is protection agains their own stupidity.

As a boy, the world knack then seemed saner. It was, after all based on handshakes and accountability/responsibility. If you made a mistake you apologized and fixed it. You were not hounded, sued, slandered by people who seem now to have a deep seated need for finding some aspect of their life they have control over, namely making others miserable where possible. And although I guess there is some satisfaction in that it is the wrong thing to do.

No specific examples to back this up (since I would rather not be sued over them) other than the fact that I have always found this to be the case, whether in teaching or in publishing. Strangely I always act fairly. I always go way beyond any contract and I still do operate on a handshake knowing that it may come back to bite me.

I run lots of material at no charge in my paper. I am not a non-profit (although by the bottom line of the industry I may as well files as one and gain that benefit.) People who should be paying for priming their for-profit content, often get in for free. I call it goodwill and naively expect that responsible people would consider advertising at some point in thanks for all the freebies that come their way.

No, this rarely ever happens. What does happen, however, are scathing emails about how the material was cut down to size, or not run at all (when we exceed space allotments) leaving me feeling more unhappy rather than angry as I do subscribe to the "what goes around comes around" premise, which of course makes me a lousy businessman.

I have found that doing business in California is akin to Russian Roulette. Aside from the maze of legislation, the need for an HR department to sort out the can do and cannot do list, but also a PR department to field the many complaints from people who could not find their FREE newspaper and for some reason felt it better to complain about it rather than just get the list of locations and try someplace else.

And then there are the thousands of "I love your paper" comments that come in, all from people who have enjoyed the content for years but never sent the paper to a business they frequent, knowing that the paper lives on ad revenue. That's okay, though, it is not their job to do my job and I do not hold that against them, after all the reason I started the paper was not to sell ads - I wanted a writing career with a product I could feel proud of that did not cheat people. And I don't cheat people. Sadly ad sales are needed and in this economy that is a difficult art form.

I had one local politician tell me that my paper was "fluff" and not serious like the Contra Costa Times (uh-huh, no comment needed there.) Same politician is good about sending in political plugs as convenient, "for the good of the community" you know.

I chose this topic today for several reasons. I am opinionated and when something starts my day the wrong way, especially before the morning coffee, I like to get it off my chest before it ruins the whole day. I was accused of spamming someone. Twice. Now as someone who gets in excess of 600 emails a day of which 550 are spam (thank you GMail for such a great filter), I do not like the idea of spamming people. To gather email addresses, people have signed up over the years for contests and such, always with a disclaimer that they agree and can unsubscribe at any time by sending an email with the word UNSUBSCRIBE and they get an INSTANT confirmation. I also do make use of companies with sworn opt-in lists, people who have agreed to receive email and they get the same disclaimer and prompt handling.

Somehow the list provider had a dud. It was the only dud out of quite a large number of emails. Nonetheless the person did UNSUBSCRIBE and added a comment about how I should be ashamed of myself. An immediate confirmation was sent that the name was removed (and not just removed - I blacklist the names so there is no chance it gets added again). The person, however, unsatisfied, decided to notify a larger advertiser of that fact and setting into motion the need for me to spend unnecessary time explaining and documenting why it was not spam.

I certainly understand that on the part of the advertiser and have no issue explaining as I do here. It was the fact that one irate individual felt the need to pursue the point (and I am not sure whether others were contacted) that annoys me because a simple email to me would have brought a slew of apologies that the error occurred. That is just my way.

A few years back a gentleman called to complain about the term "gay marriage" that had been used with regard to the County's City Clerk's same sex marriage during that open window period that gay Californians are still battling for. He objected. He was angry that we used the word. We had a phone conversation for thirty minutes during which time he calmed down. Since we are a community paper and I want community views, I offered him (as I do any reader) the chance to write a rebuttal. I even old him that aside from spelling corrections, I would not edit it. He seemed satisfied. I felt satisfied. The fact that it was a responsible communication had more value to me than ridiculous threats to advertisers which seems more like a knee-jerk reaction to gain power, and one where the advertisers, always fearful of lawsuits with or without merit, often relent. In this case, the rebuttal never arrived. The offer is still open.

I may be a lousy businessman because I have to deal this way. It is not the bottom line; it is the honesty of the product. I wont accept ads that run one time unless it is an event like a fair because single run ads do not work. I tell then customer to save their money. It is the truth. More often than not they ignore it and run with someone else, someone willing to take their money and offer nothing in return. I guess that is human nature.

I do get tired of getting slapped for it, though. I have, for three years, produced a quality product that is far more visually pleasing than its competitors, covers a wide range of topics and have even gone so far as to give free ads to companies that were struggling in the hope that they would survive. Many have survived, but none have paid for advertising after that. Oh well. It is still the decent thing to do if you are a community paper. Otherwise, what is the point.

It would not be fair to say all this without also adding that most writers for this publication are not paid. I do not have the funds to do so. Before the economy hit writers were paid. Now I try to promote them where I can, suggest they set up blogs to showcase their work and get freelance assignments where they can be paid. At the least I am happy to set up their blogs for them since I know how to do that. It is a compliment to the paper and, I hope, to our relationship, that they continue to do so and I thank them for it.

We teach kids in elementary school to always do the right thing and then promptly abandon that lesson. Politicians teach them that the ends justify the means. Lawyers teach them that you go for the jugular and, after the 30% contingency fee, you might walk away with some cash. Businesses teach them that they are not important because each employee is a potential lawsuit or liability issue and to have an emotional connection seems redundant. Parents teach them that divorce is an answer over 50% of the time, if not more. And suppliers teach them that the product is only as good as how much they can gouge you for it.

The old 1950s way of dealing with customers like they were the lifeblood of the business has been killed. Large chains like BestBuy, Fry's to name a few have taken the Disneyland approach to business; cattle march you through lines, attractions, pricey food, as you meander towards the checkout line where you buy some overpriced photos of you that someone shot without your permission. That is now called "fun."

The Concordian and Digital Concordian has existed since March 2008, not a long time in the length of the city, but long enough to have made an impact on the readers who choose to read it. ABC News Anchor Dan Ashley missed one issue due to a family emergency prompting many people concerned that he had left the paper. That kind of reader loyalty is great.

For the past two months we have been promoting the Digital Concordian, what I cal the answer to the bad economy. Do you know you can get the equivalent to what is an eighth page ad in the printed paper, in the Digital Concordian, in full color for $58. That includes design and, if you choose, the addition of video.

My sales manager thought I was losing it when I suggested it. My response, "Every business can afford $58 month." Chances are they spend more than that at Starbucks (or for my Idaho readers, Moxie Java). Your ad jumps out, is read by thousands of e-subscribers (with one or two who want out for whatever reason) and the compliments about the paper pour in. I just wish that they would use the email link on the publication and send it to some business they know because as great as it is, without growth we will not survive in the long run. The publishing business is on life-support.

Maybe I am just getting too old to be an idealist who believes in the handshake and the fair deal. I don't much like the other way of business with telephone directory sized legal contracts signed in quadruplicate just in case you were lying the first time. An I still cross out the lines on release forms I do not like, especially when ity comes to climbing an tumbling birthday party invitations for my kids. No, you do not absolve yourself of liability especially when it is your fault. That is a slap in the face. Like PayPal inviting me to opt-in to electronic disclosures but threatening to ban me if i don't. That is not called an invitation; that is blackmail. Change the policy for all I care, just don't slap me in the face when you do it.

I miss the old way. You know, "the tie before the empire."


- Posted by MisterWriter

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

CRITICAL THINKING IS LACKING DESPTE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS WORTH OF GLAM-PROGRAMS


We fail in the lack of critical thinking that we expect of students, rather than the pacification of the their egos with meaningless awards for just showing up.
 
We fail to expect students to struggle for days with a topic that will, through how they handle the frustration, teach them problem solving; to give up or make it easy is a waste that teaches nothing. Not everything in school needs a reward. 

We should stop treating our students like Pavlov's dogs in the expectation that true learning will just blossom simply because the tools are present.

School should be a task master and the student should be in a state of struggle to push beyond themselves, beyond their weaknesses to arrive at a resolution and the gratification of a few words; "Well done."  These words should mean something and not metered out to everyone so that no feelings are hurt and no psyches damaged. We do more damage by making everyone feel special for everything they do not earn, than for the hard work, dedication and perseverance that they need to learn.

When you compare the billions spent on education to the sad results that emerge, the message that it all needs to change emerges. The problem is that no one can agree on a method of change. Everyone wants their rights preserved and gift wrapped for their children and no one will accept blame for making it all too easy. Just show up and be rewarded. Guess what? Showing up never used to be an option and you should never get rewarded for what is the base expectation. 

I would like to see schools challenge the students with things that are not resolved within a class period. I would like to see students struggle, fail and learn to try something new rather than demand support, rather than cry to parents who then scream at the staff. 
Learning math facts is not an option. And yet far too many students reach high school unable to do that basic skill. Turn to your child right now and ask "What is nine multiplied by eight?"  

In any discussion of education, the actions of learning should speak louder than the tools made available. We should be teaching students how to take the task, work it, chew it up, rework it, test it, rework it again, explain it and present it. 
A poster board with some pictures glued on and a two minute oral presentation scored on a flimsy 1-4 rubric is a sad excuse for a challenge. 

It is time we stepped up education to the challenge of learning instead of lobbing the excuse of funding as a reason we cannot implement a program, and instead of allowing those parents who cannot stand to watch their children being tasked asserting their rights to get that to a sticker just for showing up.


Sunday, June 12, 2011

SUBJECT TO CHANGE WITHOUT NOTICE; HOW WE ARE THE END PRODUCT IN A UNIVERSAL STORE WITH EMPTY SHELVES







Remember the child's joke about mind over matter: "I don't mind and you don't matter"? The more we keep investigating the human phenomenon, the more we learn how we are subject to more external influences than we imagined.

After a head trauma, or a stroke, it is common for the victim to experience changes in personality - the result of damage to some areas of the brain while other areas kick in to take over. In some cases the changes are radical enough that a different person, or personality emerges. Does this imply that our personality is simply the resultant effect of certain portions of the brain, rather than some "soul" that governs our "uniqueness?"

Likewise, a similar study has found that holding a 9 volt battery to your head improves performance in video games. The article
also states that the effect of magnetic fields around the brain affecting brain function has been well documented, again implying that we are the result of our chemical composition and brain parts, or genetic mix that ultimately gives us the personality that others like or dislike. Potentially this also affects how judgement and self control is governed, and, ultimately, perhaps good and evil characteristics.

We are, through our life and as those disclaimers you always read on services state, subject to change without notice. This is an unsettling notion, especially among those people who are steadfast in their conduct and beliefs, who believe that those foundations are unshakeable and permanent.

There is enough evidence that permanent it is not. We are the product of our exposures in life. Diseases like Alzheimer's that ravage the brain, also ravage those foundations that the psychologically stoic prefer to hold onto. And life's experiences, more so the tragic, profoundly affect our behavior. You could say it changes our "hard wiring".

If a 9 volt battery can affect our brain functions, what other external influences can govern our lives? And if there are changes that can be effected, what stops our government, or that of an enemy nation, from exploiting the "changes" effected by magnetic fields, harmonic vibrations, or electrical current, from making us a docile nation of unquestioning sheep? Wait? We're getting that way already.

Throughout history people have tried to erect permanence as a means of anchoring stability and sanity. This has been tried through conquest, building great structures, developing religious faith, and legalizing certain codes of conduct as the "norm". And yet as we peer out into the cosmos we realize that there is no permanence, and what uniformity we find continually changes, defying our simplistic explanations.

Take for example how repeated exposure to violence numbs the sense of outrage and shock. With each movie, news item or personal experience that offers extremely graphic "realism" we are numbed, buffered by our own need to be unchanged, and in the process tend to no longer be shocked.

Remember your first sexual experience and how profoundly it affected you. Whether the newness, the rite of passage, the way you felt, that first, like most firsts, holds a different level of psychological and mental intensity that anything following it. And after you pass through the "been there, done that" phase, what is left?

In our society where we measure success by wealth, what happens when you reach that pinnacle of success and wealth? One need only look at movie celebrities with rabid fan following to see their subsequent falls. Or the eccentricities that develop when their reality shifts from our "norm" - such as Howard Hughes allowing his fingernails to grow long, spending his days as a recluse, catching flies with Kleenex in order to avoid the germs her feared.

And considering how the norm of youth rudeness to their parents and other adults appears to have replaced an expectation of manners and public conduct, one must acknowledge that the word "progress" which is often misused with the word "change" happens as a result of external influences.

Where is that 9 volt battery when you need it most?



- Posted by MisterWriter

Monday, June 6, 2011

[UPDATED] IT’S TIME TO END MY FACEBOOK – FACEBOOK ACCOUNT DELETED!

[Update:6/10/11 – Facebook account is now deleted.]

People who know me know that I like technology and play with it to the extent that it seems useful. Facebook was always an enigma, a giant cesspool of virus filled posts and the minutiae of everyone’s daily lives that frankly should be shared in the real world and not in some cosmic hippy club where everyone chirps in. 

I never got that families would post together, like it was essential to their communication, or that their neighbors would jump in as well. To me that is so contrived that we all have to be one big extended universal family where I learn through a post and a picture that your toilet was clogged yesterday.  I see people in the same room who communicate through FB.

It is addictive. You can’t not post something. Desperate you post what you ate. Wow. Just inspiring. Look, here is a photo of the vagrant on the street outside my house. Look here is a bug I saw. My dirty dishes in the sink. Wow. A thousand pounds of irrelevance wrapped up to appear meaningful. Hardly.

And the virus crap – Oh my God, am I sick of everyone having that same crap on their wall! Click here and see who has been looking at your profile.  Who gives a crap!

Or those FB games like Farmville. Please buy me a pig!  This is like group drug use – a group high where we all sit around and stare at the flashy lights! Oooooh……wow!  How about a virtual drink? A virtual gift? Virtual flowers say …… nothing. It took me five seconds to click the fake bouquet because I could not be bothered going the extra mile for the real thing.

Look, 500 people liked that comment. Special.

The funny thing is that people who know me will email or phone. We may enjoy a dinner or a drink together. It has substance and effort that is lacking on Facebook.  I deleted my birthday so I do not get the five million wishes that come from Facebook letting you know it is my birthday – how insincere can you get?  If you can’t be bothered remembering I sure the hell do not want the wish.

But that is what Facebook has done to everyone – pasted you as one homogenized social club where you wont get an STD  because you never actually touch another person, even though you might think otherwise! People with nothing to say suddenly become fluent in…. social irrelevance.

I am harsh about this, I know. I just know that if I do not break out of the mold I run the risk of being redundant.  Social media makes people irrelevant, at least within the circle of those friends and others who have bonded themselves to the Facebook mold.  To need this crutch to validate a life is, in my opinion, sad.

The real people who gain from Facebook are those Facebook  upper muckies who have stock. Yes, they are laughing at the rat maze of human addiction they have created. It just keeps on growing like a wart you try to get rid of.

It has been well documented how all that private information that Facebook addicts post is one more clue for identity thieves, or screening for employers wanting to know how your psyche really looks beyond the doctored resume. It has been well established that FB has lost the private information of millions of addicts, but no one is complaining because life without Facebook is… well…um…plain scary for them. You mean I have to actually talk to someone? What if they don’t like me? How will you deal with being… alone?

I remember the AOL phenomenon when it first took hold. Those of you old enough to remember the weekly discs that arrived in the mail offering free hours. Back then it was all new, floundering through chat rooms, and feeling connected, uneasily, uncertainly. They had your credit card number – talk all you want!  Kids were raking up $400 plus monthly in hours online. It was a different time. Innocent – no!  Addiction is universal. You just have to find the right button to push. Even Zuckerberg is laughing his ass off. How much more money can he make off of you? Before you answer, if you saw the movie, save your breath!

I have been looking at Facebook and feeling like I am standing outside someone’s house looking in at their life through their window, like some digital deviant with no real life. But I have a life, one that I have worked hard for, and to see your world because you hung out your laundry for me to see is not the same feeling as being your real friend and having that invitation into your life where we really connect. You see, no matter the technology, it is not real, any more than it is normal to have 1000 friends you never invite over. If that floats your boat, what can I say? You keep on feeding Zuckerberg’s wallet. He’ll be your friend, too.

For me, it is a pale reflection of the life I want.   And so on Friday , June 10th I am deleting my account. If you want to reach me or continue talking with me after that you can do so through MisterWriter.info, or email me directly at andregensburger@gmail.com, or grab me on Google Talk (andregensburger) or through Twitter/MisterWriter. Those of you who are real world friends and family have my phone number and address. I am not that hard to find. For the rest of you…don’t bother – really.

There was a time when MySpace was the “in spot”. Now it is a spam repository that no one uses.  LinkedIn offers business uses, better suited for real world interactions.  There are as many social media group gathering sites as there are stars in the sky, and all cater to the human weakness of that quick fix of good old fashioned “I like you”- ness. Special. There should be a Hallmark card for that but everyone is too cheap to buy it and virtual cards are still free on the Internet, the perfect gift to go with those virtual flowers.

If you would like to know why Facebook sucks beyond this look HERE and HERE and HERE.

When I die, the last thing I want is a Facebook obit. I have seen them on Facebook. The person is dead but the Facebook page goes on. You are dead – you cannot be posting on Facebook.  Uh-huh.

The obituary would be something like… “Everyone who loved him should friend this page. Let’s try and get 10,000 likes so that we can post a badge and he will really know how much he was loved. Together we can make a difference.” and “Click here to see who he is haunting in the afterlife!” 

MisterWriter

Friday, June 3, 2011

IF I WAS FATALLY STRICKEN AND NEEDED DEATH I WOULD CALL DR. JACK KERVORKIAN

Non-Bible quote: “Beware the righteous for they shall condemn the Earth.” Yep, I said it! In the last 30 years I have seen so much righteous bullshit usually wrapped in some religious cloak.  There were those nutjobs that went around shooting abortion doctors. I have no doubt that God did not tell them to do that.  Then there are those nutjobs like the Baptist lot who protest at the funerals of virtually anyone claiming that they died because of their sins, and God hates "(fill in the blank). No, God truly hates morons, especially morons that use his name.

The bad part about living in a free land where the rights of the nutjobs outweigh my rights, is that I have to listen to them and explain to my kids why they are nutjobs.  We have no shortage of nutjobs. Some wear bedsheets and some wear religion, some wear titles, like certain politicians and lawyers, while others are just your plain old country bread grade A nutjob like that one in Arizona who shot Congresswoman Giffords – yeah I know his name but I am not giving him any more publicity than the kook already got.

Rights – we have it, we abuse it and we like to whip others with them until they are senseless. George Washington would be puking if he could see the state of things.

So Dr. Death died. Jack Kevorkian who got that label by helping dying patients die faster and with less pain, under their terms and with dignity, more than the good doctor got back, I would say. He died in a hospital, and, most likely, had no choice about when he would expire.

I think he was a brave man for defying the critics. Certainly the critics made him sound like a murderer. From everything I have read of the man he did a lot of people a big favor, helping them retain control over their end. And I will state here, that if I find out I am terminal, I would have called him so that I would have that choice.

Doctors are dedicated to saving lives. I get the contradiction. You cannot have a sworn practitioner who is supposed to do everything in his power, by law and by oath, helping someone die.  Nonetheless the need exists.

39 years ago my sister died after two very agonizing years of treatments for the cancer she had. Upon her death she was brought back multiple times by doctors whose job was to save her, regardless of her terminality. Each time her heart would start it would stop again. And still they persisted. There was no treatment left. The cancer had devoured her. She was in pain. Death would be the only release and the medical profession would fight to delay that as long as they could.  My sister was ten years old.  As a minor she had no say. My parents had no say.  While I do not know how I would react were one of my young children to go through the same thing, I know that I would want the option to be there. Choice is what we are about. Freedom of choice.

I have known quite a few people who have watched their parent or a loved one slowly depart this world. I know a few who have aided their loved one in the face of criminal prosecution to themselves.  It is one of those times when that Star Trek line of “the good of the one outweighs the good of the many” comes into play. Choice.  You choose how your child comes into this world; there should be choice about how you leave.

Please note, bridge jumpers, that I am not talking about you. I am talking about someone with an uncontrolled physical reason that has no hope of cure or remission, suffering in pain and wanting that pain to end.  For those people he encountered, Dr. Jack Kevorkian offered a choice. And despite the massive public attention, the jail time he served, and the stand that it created, only three states have adopted legal assisted suicides.

I should not be surprised. We are a nation that wants legislation about circumcision, but when it comes to something really important we won’t show our gonads. We will spend countless hours preventing the happiness of gays who want a legal recognition of marriage, because “God” might be upset – again the righteousness thing – but about death we allow needless suffering.

The old Australian Aborginals, knowing that they had reached the end of their useful life and not wanting to burden their family, would go for a long walk, a one way walk from which they never returned.  There is a time and a place for each of us and beyond that no man has the right to dictate the terms by which we live and die.  Certainly not the kooks, the bedsheet heads, the religious nutjobs or the plain old crazy ass nutjobs that think God told them to shoot people.

For Dr. Jack ,  “In the end, however, he was too weak to take advantage of the option he offered others, said Geoffrey Fieger, Kevorkian's former attorney.” Click the yellow link to read the story.

"If he had enough strength to do something about it, he would have," Fieger said at a news conference in Southfield. "Had he been able to go home Jack Kevorkian probably would not have allowed himself to go back to the hospital."

He went to jail because  “But Tina Allerellie became a fierce critic after her 34-year-old sister, Karen Shoffstall, turned to Kevorkian in 1997. She said in 2007 that Shoffstall, who suffered from multiple sclerosis, was struggling with depression and fear but could have lived for years longer.” I guess she should have considered that perhaps her sister chose not to, and that it was not her right to decide otherwise.

Whatever the case may be and however you feel about life and death and how Dr. Jack behaved, I know that I would choose to have the option to leave this world with some dignity than to see all semblance of my former life removed and leaving only the memory of a suffering and dying shell of a man. No thank you!

MisterWriter

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

WOULD YOU EAT THIS WAY?

Imagine this: you are at a nice restaurant with your spouse or date, a nice pricey place with great food. You already know you will be spending some money here, but it will be worth it.

As you check in the hostess asks you: "You know, for an extra $50.25 we can seat you immediately." You look a bit stunned, after all you made a reservation. Nonetheless you don't want to look stupid in front of your dining partner, so you agree.

At the table you are given menus and water is brought out while you decide on your drinks. The waiter comes and introduces himself with a smile, then let's you know the "pre-special" specials. For just $55.95 we can bring out the five star silverware that was hand polished, and a set of Wedgewood plates. Also, for another $35.25 you can have your drinks served in Waterford crystal glassware.

Now you are getting angry. You knew that you would be spending a few hundred dollars tonight, but now you are feeling taking advantage of. You decline and complain. And you have every right to do so.

Sales, the lifeblood of the capitalistic world.

I went to get some tires for my car. I shopped. I found the best value and set an appointment. When I got there the sales began. First they would do a complimentary inspection of my car. Let's just call it a sales hunt. Before that I was given the option of a full service which I declined. Then came the offer of a deluxe tire package, instead of the standard tire package. The former would include protection against damage, free rotations, free oil changes and some other stuff. I declined. I had come for tires. Only tires.

Only tires, despite my appointment, would take an hour. During the hour I could see my car in the bay, hood up. Three mechanics were inspecting my car. None were working the tires. If the was any chance of an up sell, these three monkeys would find it. I already knew that my car needed nothing as it is regularly serviced and these fools forget that they other mechanics also have been up sell hunting.

Nonetheless, they brought me my air filter, cabin air filter trying to get a few more bucks out of me. Finally, after forty minutes and another handful of product enhancements they gave up and I was told my car would be done in twenty minutes. The hood dropped and the actual tire work began.

Now I get that the lifeblood of a business is sales and that if you can be diversified your bottom line is better. But the flip side is that like many consumers I am tired of getting this treatment wherever I go. I surely would not tolerate it at the restaurant scenario I started with, so why would I allow it elsewhere? The fact that your business wants to take more of my money is not my problem. And contrary to the way we do business in this country, the customer is the reason the business exists and should be treated appropriately.

I tend to make a list of places I will not frequent. Usually I will not make a scene; some philosophy of mine that if I have to explain it to them, why bother going.

Years ago when this mentality really started, it was new. Buzzwords were the in thing and you really could fool people with fake charm and fake gratitude. Now most places you eat have enough trouble cleaning the tables properly, let alone manners. Up selling comes across as desperation, and usually annoyingly so. Just like those morons that still think telemarketing works on anyone other than the senile, and won't let you hang up gracefully, forcing you to become rude or contrary to your normal manner.

I would like to be able to give them a card that says simply, "If you attempt to up sell me I will walk away from this transaction and file a complaint.". It seems easy enough. I might have to make some.

- Posted by MisterWriter