I took my laptop into work yesterday. Our school has filter upon filter so it necessitated me bringing my own laptop to school. I had downloaded a video to supplement that unit we are studying in English.
I've blogged previously about reading/analyzing Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird. The video I have is good: MTV style editing, all young people talking about hate and racism. Quite well done, ex-skinheads talking, victims of hate crimes relating their feelings. As I completed the lesson and my desktop icons were being displayed through a LCD projector, an interesting thing happened.
Doneeven, a 11th grade African-American student said "Mr. ^^^^^^^, you got a SL icon up there". "You do that stuff"? I said Yeah I do and he walked over to me.
I got this "arrangement" with my young African-American brothers. If they talk to me in confidence and maintain a quiet tone of voice, I let them use profanity in their conversation. Not gratuitous usage but its got to fit in with the stream of conversation.
D says to me,"I was over at a white friends house"... I told Doneevon's that he better be more careful who he hangs out with. He laughs and said," So they show me that SL stuff." I said "yeah, what did you think"?
Doneevon replies,"I ain't talking about you Mr.******* but that place is full of crazy white motherfuckers. Those people got some shit going on I'll tell you that. Again no disrespect Mr. +++++++++, but there are all some fucked up people in there!!"
I just laugh with him and say this place is hardly Normalville pal. We both laugh and he returns to his seat saying "SL, damn" and laughing to himself.
This is what hit me and prompted me to do some quick mental math. I’ve been on SL since late May 2007 and in that whole time I wondered how many avatars I have spoken to. Must be in the thousands. Lets say 2000 total. During that whole time, I have encountered two avatars that are African American. African American in appearance and as related to me in conversation. Two!
I know there has to be more African American SL’ers out there. But perhaps SL is such a white dominated venue that they cop a white avatar appearance so as to not stand out. God, I hope not because if that is the case this place isn’t the paradise some people espouse upon.
If, while reading this, you are saying to yourself, well he just isn’t going to the right places? Right places? Oh, you mean their places right? Shame on you if you just said that. Maybe the paradise might have some components of Maycomb, Alabama in it
and we are all sitting in that stifling July courthouse waiting for the jury to come in and render a verdict. Don’t think for a minute I’m not sitting right next to you waiting also.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
True Wealth or Hard Cash?
I have been thinking a lot about money lately. The usual: where did it go?, is there enough, how can I get more, etc. You know the drill. As I have grappled with these questions and a few more, my line of thought changed, or maybe it just drifted. I don't know. I kind of think somebody was talking to me and I was in a place to listen.
The concept of money and wealth are truly different. Money has an outer frame of reference that is determined by others perception of you. It is a societal mechanism that determines a persons success in the immediate and is used as a predictor for future value. Very similar to examinations one takes prior to enrollment in Graduate School. Not especially valid, but used as a tool nonetheless.
To me, wealth can be, and maybe should be, an internal barometer that gauges our sense of accomplishment and content with our overall lot in life. I though this was kind of an interesting reflection I had so read on if you like. If not look at the picture farther on down, its way pretty:).
You will most likely not hear my name in the same context as Bill Gates or the Oracle dude. But in a lot of ways I think I can hang with them in terms of wealth.
I blogged earlier about the "attitude of gratitude" and this could be a true indicator of personal wealth. If I look on my life from childhood on I have literally had a horseshoe in both hands! My parents weren't and still aren't perfect. My Dad grew up in a horribly abusive household with a alcoholic step-father who lived to torment him in many ways. My Dad's coping mechanism was to join the Marine Corps at age 17 to get away.
My Dad could have been a time bomb waiting to go off on me as I grew up. The amount of times my dad struck, spanked or hit me was/is zero. He broke a cycle that had been going on for generations most likely. My Dad, career Marine Corps officer was/is the most gentle man I have met.
I grew up in an incredibly beautiful place along the California coast. It was idyllic in a lot of ways. It was peaceful and as a kid my life was in tune with the tides and swell conditions. As a young child my Mom would drop my sister and I off at the beach during the summer at 9:00 am and pick up at 4:00 ish when she got off work. She gave us lunch money and we were good to go! The beach was our daycare. Other moms from the neighborhood would be there on a daily basis and it was expected that we would be around them and would listen to them. Our street/neighborhood was a community in every sense of the word. People looked out for each other.
I got an athletic scholarship playing a sport that I loved. Growing up, my dad was never too tired or distant not to play catch with me and some friends. He gave me a love and respect for a game that continues to this day. He did not live through me, he enjoyed me.
The school I went to was a hotbed of political activism earlier in its history. It's a campus tradition. Still is. I would be in a Poli Sci seminar and a fellow student would ask me what issue was forefront in my mind and I would reply,"If I don't keep the 1 and 2 hitters for SC off the bases I am going to be in deep shit... They would look at me like some sort of mutant, but hey, I had my priorities:).
I ran a successful business after graduation that afforded me a chance to travel and see sights that will never leave me. The sunrise over the break at Nias when not a breath of wind disturbed the oceans surface. The smiling faces of kids who wanted to carry your surfboard down the cliffside for free so that you could teach them English. The loud and friendly affirmation from a WWII veteran in a pub in New Zealand. He bellows, “So we have a Yank in here and it is cause for a celebration, not a condemnation.”
I became a teacher and this became a gateway to the ultimate form of wealth that has been bestowed upon me. I met the person who has made me a better person than I ever thought possible. She showed me what was possible, supported me and helped me to its realization. She sacrificed her body and sanity, LOL, to make me the proud father of four of the most wonderful kids I can imagine. I see so much of her love in them on a daily basis it’s like somebody perpetually whispering in my ear, “you lucky bastard.” To say that I found my soulmate would be a gross understatement.
In retrospect, its not what you have that can be taken away that determines our wealth. It’s what we have that no institution, entity, credit rating, mortgage lender can touch. It’s the things in life that we nurture, honor, cherish and sometimes take for granted. This is the human condition in its fullest. If this blog has given you reason to ponder, ask yourself” How wealthy am I”? I think I can see the smile on your face already…..
The concept of money and wealth are truly different. Money has an outer frame of reference that is determined by others perception of you. It is a societal mechanism that determines a persons success in the immediate and is used as a predictor for future value. Very similar to examinations one takes prior to enrollment in Graduate School. Not especially valid, but used as a tool nonetheless.
To me, wealth can be, and maybe should be, an internal barometer that gauges our sense of accomplishment and content with our overall lot in life. I though this was kind of an interesting reflection I had so read on if you like. If not look at the picture farther on down, its way pretty:).
You will most likely not hear my name in the same context as Bill Gates or the Oracle dude. But in a lot of ways I think I can hang with them in terms of wealth.
I blogged earlier about the "attitude of gratitude" and this could be a true indicator of personal wealth. If I look on my life from childhood on I have literally had a horseshoe in both hands! My parents weren't and still aren't perfect. My Dad grew up in a horribly abusive household with a alcoholic step-father who lived to torment him in many ways. My Dad's coping mechanism was to join the Marine Corps at age 17 to get away.
My Dad could have been a time bomb waiting to go off on me as I grew up. The amount of times my dad struck, spanked or hit me was/is zero. He broke a cycle that had been going on for generations most likely. My Dad, career Marine Corps officer was/is the most gentle man I have met.
I grew up in an incredibly beautiful place along the California coast. It was idyllic in a lot of ways. It was peaceful and as a kid my life was in tune with the tides and swell conditions. As a young child my Mom would drop my sister and I off at the beach during the summer at 9:00 am and pick up at 4:00 ish when she got off work. She gave us lunch money and we were good to go! The beach was our daycare. Other moms from the neighborhood would be there on a daily basis and it was expected that we would be around them and would listen to them. Our street/neighborhood was a community in every sense of the word. People looked out for each other.
I got an athletic scholarship playing a sport that I loved. Growing up, my dad was never too tired or distant not to play catch with me and some friends. He gave me a love and respect for a game that continues to this day. He did not live through me, he enjoyed me.
The school I went to was a hotbed of political activism earlier in its history. It's a campus tradition. Still is. I would be in a Poli Sci seminar and a fellow student would ask me what issue was forefront in my mind and I would reply,"If I don't keep the 1 and 2 hitters for SC off the bases I am going to be in deep shit... They would look at me like some sort of mutant, but hey, I had my priorities:).
I ran a successful business after graduation that afforded me a chance to travel and see sights that will never leave me. The sunrise over the break at Nias when not a breath of wind disturbed the oceans surface. The smiling faces of kids who wanted to carry your surfboard down the cliffside for free so that you could teach them English. The loud and friendly affirmation from a WWII veteran in a pub in New Zealand. He bellows, “So we have a Yank in here and it is cause for a celebration, not a condemnation.”
I became a teacher and this became a gateway to the ultimate form of wealth that has been bestowed upon me. I met the person who has made me a better person than I ever thought possible. She showed me what was possible, supported me and helped me to its realization. She sacrificed her body and sanity, LOL, to make me the proud father of four of the most wonderful kids I can imagine. I see so much of her love in them on a daily basis it’s like somebody perpetually whispering in my ear, “you lucky bastard.” To say that I found my soulmate would be a gross understatement.
In retrospect, its not what you have that can be taken away that determines our wealth. It’s what we have that no institution, entity, credit rating, mortgage lender can touch. It’s the things in life that we nurture, honor, cherish and sometimes take for granted. This is the human condition in its fullest. If this blog has given you reason to ponder, ask yourself” How wealthy am I”? I think I can see the smile on your face already…..
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Shout Out to Kimala
When you really think about it one of the hardest things in any world is being positive. We are surrounded by so much negativity. Check that, we are bombarded by the stuff. I know I suffer from more than the occasional direct hit. Working on it, working on it:)....
So this one is dedicated to my RL godsend KIMALA /hoo
It may seem strange, but being positive has always been linked to our survival. Our primitive ancestors, who achieved a balance between cooperating and competing, were the survivors because they could both depend on the group and depend on themselves. Mounting medical evidence shows us that physical health is a by-product of leading a balanced, varied and satisfying life with an optimistic outlook. If this is true, what are some ways to keep us dancing in RL at age 80?
You can choose to accept things as they are. This doesn't mean that you wilt and give up. It means that you get on with your life when you are unable to alter events and other people. You move forward. Good advice in RL and SL. Ya listening dude?
You can choose to be resilient. Trees that bend with the wind are those that survive. Like a tree, you can bend and sway through life's hurts and frustrations * then bounce back again, supported by your strong deep roots. We can learn a lot from nature. Duh bigd...
You can choose to be cheerful. Cheerful people are like human battery chargers. When I'm tempted to go darkside, I'm starting to bite my tongue, count to 10, and get the crap look off my face. They say the stitches will disolve on their own. Just kidding....
You can choose to be upbeat. It's catching and the more upbeat you are, the more people around you will feel and act the same. This is Kimala to a "T".
You can choose to have a sense of humor. Hands down, SL has given me an outlet for my twisted sense of humor. I have laughed often and to the point of tears at the great senses of humor I have encountered. Never miss the opportunity to laugh at yourself. We are all treasure troves of f ups. I know I am. Chemically, laughter releases some nice chemicals in our bods that keep us healthy. Have fun and look hot? Hell yes!
You can choose to be humble. If you toot your own horn, the house will be empty. If you extoll other peoples mad skills, people can relax around you and be themselves. Don't front, just be.
Have an attitude of gratitude. Think about it. We all have so much to be grateful for. My wife is a knockout inside and out, my kids love us to death! With the attitude of gratitude you feel good about life and it does put a smile on your RL mug.
You can choose to have faith. For some people, this means believing in God or another higher being/entity. Having faith means believing that things will work out for you * and that you can work things out for yourself. Supernatural baby!!
You can choose to have hope. Without hope, life has no meaning or point. Hope may be your most important positive attitude * the basis for all others. What do you hope for? What's your purpose in life? If you pondered these questions as you read them, you're already a hopeful person.
PS I'd love to read your responses to the last questions I asked. You guys are fascinating!
Love, bigd
So this one is dedicated to my RL godsend KIMALA /hoo
It may seem strange, but being positive has always been linked to our survival. Our primitive ancestors, who achieved a balance between cooperating and competing, were the survivors because they could both depend on the group and depend on themselves. Mounting medical evidence shows us that physical health is a by-product of leading a balanced, varied and satisfying life with an optimistic outlook. If this is true, what are some ways to keep us dancing in RL at age 80?
You can choose to accept things as they are. This doesn't mean that you wilt and give up. It means that you get on with your life when you are unable to alter events and other people. You move forward. Good advice in RL and SL. Ya listening dude?
You can choose to be resilient. Trees that bend with the wind are those that survive. Like a tree, you can bend and sway through life's hurts and frustrations * then bounce back again, supported by your strong deep roots. We can learn a lot from nature. Duh bigd...
You can choose to be cheerful. Cheerful people are like human battery chargers. When I'm tempted to go darkside, I'm starting to bite my tongue, count to 10, and get the crap look off my face. They say the stitches will disolve on their own. Just kidding....
You can choose to be upbeat. It's catching and the more upbeat you are, the more people around you will feel and act the same. This is Kimala to a "T".
You can choose to have a sense of humor. Hands down, SL has given me an outlet for my twisted sense of humor. I have laughed often and to the point of tears at the great senses of humor I have encountered. Never miss the opportunity to laugh at yourself. We are all treasure troves of f ups. I know I am. Chemically, laughter releases some nice chemicals in our bods that keep us healthy. Have fun and look hot? Hell yes!
You can choose to be humble. If you toot your own horn, the house will be empty. If you extoll other peoples mad skills, people can relax around you and be themselves. Don't front, just be.
Have an attitude of gratitude. Think about it. We all have so much to be grateful for. My wife is a knockout inside and out, my kids love us to death! With the attitude of gratitude you feel good about life and it does put a smile on your RL mug.
You can choose to have faith. For some people, this means believing in God or another higher being/entity. Having faith means believing that things will work out for you * and that you can work things out for yourself. Supernatural baby!!
You can choose to have hope. Without hope, life has no meaning or point. Hope may be your most important positive attitude * the basis for all others. What do you hope for? What's your purpose in life? If you pondered these questions as you read them, you're already a hopeful person.
PS I'd love to read your responses to the last questions I asked. You guys are fascinating!
Love, bigd
Monday, February 25, 2008
Edges cut
Early this morning I have come to the realization that you can hurt by helping. What was once a desire to lessen a burden had in fact taken on its own life and as a result had the effect of excluding others from helping you rather than your initial desired effect.
It's hard not to play the hero. It strokes your ego, I know it does mine. But along with this hero-martyr mentality comes a sense of I am alone. Nothing could be further from the truth but you get caught up in the false nobility of this.
People can only be relegated to second tier status for so long before they look at you and tell you, "You are hurting me and others in many ways." You have no response because frankly there isn't one. Through this sustained self-imposed crusade you have put yourself and others in, you have not helped anybody but have pushed a source of assistance too far away. You become so focused on the end result you trample important things underfoot.
What to do when you have a made a royal mess of things? You could further detach from the reality of the situation and say to yourself,"After all I've done." Just saying, or in this case typing, these words feels so wrong. You could say,"I just need to work even harder to show how much I care." No, that is wrong also because you are perpetuating the behavior that brought on such a negative outcome.
So this is what I came up with. Tell me what you think and this is where I connect it with SL. Thanks for your patience btw.
When I was out in SL yesterday, I noticed this club had chims rolling on the ground. As I went through the above, pondering this and pondering that I came to a conclusion. I need to do other things rather than being a work horse and pushing myself to the breaking point. I need to be a guy that smiles more, a guy that who actually looks like he appreciates the his wife and kids, a guy who doesn't lay the law down to his kids like some frontier marshall. I need to lose my fucking edge.
I can look back at my upbringing and say yes this is why, yes there's some overcompensation, etc. But its all bullshit to be honest. I'm here and I'm now. The moments I have f'ed up are forever gone. I can't get them back.
I turn it over. I can't risk my future and that of my family any more. I take the hero-martyr hat and place it in the open orb, I place the Wyatt earp mentality and its High Noon Dad badge into the open orb, I put the end result fixation with all its loose wiring into the orb, I put the crappy looks I wear on my face into the orb. But most importantly, I need to grab the edge, duct tape all the edges to bluntness and place that in the orb and close the door.
I seal the orb up and hold it aloft. I offer it up and ask for help. I can't be that person anymore. I can't feel so tired that I fail to hear, see or feel something wonderful that somesone says or does for me. I watch as the orb rises and disappears into the heavens. I take a deep breath and hope its not too late.....
It's hard not to play the hero. It strokes your ego, I know it does mine. But along with this hero-martyr mentality comes a sense of I am alone. Nothing could be further from the truth but you get caught up in the false nobility of this.
People can only be relegated to second tier status for so long before they look at you and tell you, "You are hurting me and others in many ways." You have no response because frankly there isn't one. Through this sustained self-imposed crusade you have put yourself and others in, you have not helped anybody but have pushed a source of assistance too far away. You become so focused on the end result you trample important things underfoot.
What to do when you have a made a royal mess of things? You could further detach from the reality of the situation and say to yourself,"After all I've done." Just saying, or in this case typing, these words feels so wrong. You could say,"I just need to work even harder to show how much I care." No, that is wrong also because you are perpetuating the behavior that brought on such a negative outcome.
So this is what I came up with. Tell me what you think and this is where I connect it with SL. Thanks for your patience btw.
When I was out in SL yesterday, I noticed this club had chims rolling on the ground. As I went through the above, pondering this and pondering that I came to a conclusion. I need to do other things rather than being a work horse and pushing myself to the breaking point. I need to be a guy that smiles more, a guy that who actually looks like he appreciates the his wife and kids, a guy who doesn't lay the law down to his kids like some frontier marshall. I need to lose my fucking edge.
I can look back at my upbringing and say yes this is why, yes there's some overcompensation, etc. But its all bullshit to be honest. I'm here and I'm now. The moments I have f'ed up are forever gone. I can't get them back.
I turn it over. I can't risk my future and that of my family any more. I take the hero-martyr hat and place it in the open orb, I place the Wyatt earp mentality and its High Noon Dad badge into the open orb, I put the end result fixation with all its loose wiring into the orb, I put the crappy looks I wear on my face into the orb. But most importantly, I need to grab the edge, duct tape all the edges to bluntness and place that in the orb and close the door.
I seal the orb up and hold it aloft. I offer it up and ask for help. I can't be that person anymore. I can't feel so tired that I fail to hear, see or feel something wonderful that somesone says or does for me. I watch as the orb rises and disappears into the heavens. I take a deep breath and hope its not too late.....
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The Kite Runner
My blog topics have ranged from semi-serious to outright foolishness. All have their places in blogs, that can't be denied. I hope this one does too.
I recently finished one of the most powerful books I have had the good fortune to be brought to my attention. Its called The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. It traces the life of an Afghani man till shortly after 9/11.
The universal themes this book touches upon are instantly identifiable as our human condition. I did not come of age seeing an ancient, beautiful country and civilization that was my own, being torn to shreds due to geopolitical and economic conditions. It is truly heart wrenching to know that so much human suffering never enters into our consciousness, with our adjacent worries of mortgages, marriages and children. This book has forever altered my perspective on how blessed my life is and how many things in it that I have subsequently taken for granted. If I continue to do this, I show contempt and ignorance of human suffering when I should know better. This book has helped me reach a place where I pray to God I never forget.
Sometimes, perhaps too infrequently, our country does something right. We assuredly got it right when we made the effort to remove the Taliban and their putrid criminal government out of Afghanistan. Imagine, if you will, an entire nation being systemtaically terrorized and brutalized by a fanatical criminal organization. Nazism anyone? This one we got right people.
What can we do? We can donate money to worthy causes, we can educate ourselves about what the Afghani people have endured, we can pray. All are worthy of consideration. All can help.
People often wonder if they would be doing something different if their lives had evolved on a different path. I've done it, I'm pretty sure you might have also. It is what it is and I'm truly grateful for all beauty and wonderment in my life. I'm a blessed person, as I mentioned earlier, living a very fortunate life in a very safe corner of a dangerous world. If I was under a different set of circumstances,I pray that I would have the faith and the courage to go to Afghanistan and help some fellow human beings who deserve our help, love and admiration. I will include Afghanistan in my thoughts and my prayers from now on.....
I recently finished one of the most powerful books I have had the good fortune to be brought to my attention. Its called The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. It traces the life of an Afghani man till shortly after 9/11.
The universal themes this book touches upon are instantly identifiable as our human condition. I did not come of age seeing an ancient, beautiful country and civilization that was my own, being torn to shreds due to geopolitical and economic conditions. It is truly heart wrenching to know that so much human suffering never enters into our consciousness, with our adjacent worries of mortgages, marriages and children. This book has forever altered my perspective on how blessed my life is and how many things in it that I have subsequently taken for granted. If I continue to do this, I show contempt and ignorance of human suffering when I should know better. This book has helped me reach a place where I pray to God I never forget.
Sometimes, perhaps too infrequently, our country does something right. We assuredly got it right when we made the effort to remove the Taliban and their putrid criminal government out of Afghanistan. Imagine, if you will, an entire nation being systemtaically terrorized and brutalized by a fanatical criminal organization. Nazism anyone? This one we got right people.
What can we do? We can donate money to worthy causes, we can educate ourselves about what the Afghani people have endured, we can pray. All are worthy of consideration. All can help.
People often wonder if they would be doing something different if their lives had evolved on a different path. I've done it, I'm pretty sure you might have also. It is what it is and I'm truly grateful for all beauty and wonderment in my life. I'm a blessed person, as I mentioned earlier, living a very fortunate life in a very safe corner of a dangerous world. If I was under a different set of circumstances,I pray that I would have the faith and the courage to go to Afghanistan and help some fellow human beings who deserve our help, love and admiration. I will include Afghanistan in my thoughts and my prayers from now on.....
Sunday, February 17, 2008
A Different World
the other evening when I was out with Kimala at the Bee Hive I spontaneously embarked on a new SL career. Thanks to the generosity of Busy and Iris and Fun, I became a Busy Bee Dancer. I had no intention of doing this, it just happened!
Man it was fun. It shifted my focus on the evening from dancing and listening to music. I still did those things but also had a new responsibility of providing banter regarding my antics and talking with Iris who danced nearby. Busy gave me my directions to be as naughty as I wanted. That part wasn't to much of a stretch:).
I guess this is what makes SL, and life itself, so much fun. Something coming out of nowhere to change your day. Or in my case, evening. For some reason SL presents itself with less constraints than RL. Here I have 0 kids, few if any true responsibilities. But conversely, when I log on here I don't have two four year olds rush me when I pick them up at preschool with big smiles yelling, "Daddy!" BTW, the hugs I get there are beyond poseball capabilities. Its nice to be treated like a rockstar on a daily basis during the work week!
Thanks to everyone who made last Friday on SL so much fun! Previously my other source of generating funds was playing trivia. This was a lot of fun and I was saddened upon the closing of Triviv Monkeys. That place was fun and I met some of the nicest people there: Cherry, Sasha, Fanceey and many others. It pushed me to actually type quicker (LOL) and I enjoyed watching my name slowly ascend up the leader board! Never really found a place to replace it with the exception of AMS. There you have alot of other things to do, so it seems more scattered to me. Well, I feel way more scattered there anyway. So I think its just me.
As long as you keep cruising around and don't take yourself or others too seriously, I think SL is a good place. Here nobody fights for their life, falls into financial arreas, gets sent to war or contemplates taking their own life. This place isn't perfect but you can mute darksiders and relog from unpleasntness. And yes, I know I'm freeforming this blog entry. Its a morning write!
One last thing before I go. Yesterday night before I logged, I had the most tranquil experience in SL yet. I was laying on the hammock under the tree house that I got for a Valentines Day present from Kimala. The sun was setting, or rising, I do not know. Blissie and Kimala were laying on the hammock with me, it was so peaceful! My favorite blonde and brunette slowing swaying while we watched the sun do something. It was very nice and encapsulated everything good with SL. thanks ladies, I owe you one or twenty!
Man it was fun. It shifted my focus on the evening from dancing and listening to music. I still did those things but also had a new responsibility of providing banter regarding my antics and talking with Iris who danced nearby. Busy gave me my directions to be as naughty as I wanted. That part wasn't to much of a stretch:).
I guess this is what makes SL, and life itself, so much fun. Something coming out of nowhere to change your day. Or in my case, evening. For some reason SL presents itself with less constraints than RL. Here I have 0 kids, few if any true responsibilities. But conversely, when I log on here I don't have two four year olds rush me when I pick them up at preschool with big smiles yelling, "Daddy!" BTW, the hugs I get there are beyond poseball capabilities. Its nice to be treated like a rockstar on a daily basis during the work week!
Thanks to everyone who made last Friday on SL so much fun! Previously my other source of generating funds was playing trivia. This was a lot of fun and I was saddened upon the closing of Triviv Monkeys. That place was fun and I met some of the nicest people there: Cherry, Sasha, Fanceey and many others. It pushed me to actually type quicker (LOL) and I enjoyed watching my name slowly ascend up the leader board! Never really found a place to replace it with the exception of AMS. There you have alot of other things to do, so it seems more scattered to me. Well, I feel way more scattered there anyway. So I think its just me.
As long as you keep cruising around and don't take yourself or others too seriously, I think SL is a good place. Here nobody fights for their life, falls into financial arreas, gets sent to war or contemplates taking their own life. This place isn't perfect but you can mute darksiders and relog from unpleasntness. And yes, I know I'm freeforming this blog entry. Its a morning write!
One last thing before I go. Yesterday night before I logged, I had the most tranquil experience in SL yet. I was laying on the hammock under the tree house that I got for a Valentines Day present from Kimala. The sun was setting, or rising, I do not know. Blissie and Kimala were laying on the hammock with me, it was so peaceful! My favorite blonde and brunette slowing swaying while we watched the sun do something. It was very nice and encapsulated everything good with SL. thanks ladies, I owe you one or twenty!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Simple Trick
We are reading one of my favorite books in freshman English, To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee. I came across this Valentines nugget. Love each other people, its the best gift.
“First of all,” he said, “if you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kind of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from their point of view ----“
“Sir?”
“—until you climb into their skin and walk around in it.”
This conversation between a father and his daughter sums up to me what Valentines is all about. Its stepping outside of yourself and seriously contemplating anothers point of view and another persons needs. Isn't this a true gift of affection? It will last alot longer than some beautiful flowers and be far less harmful than a box of chocolates. Besides, it will nourish you as well to take a time out from the you perspective to the other. We all like to fashion ourselves as alturistic people and to a degree we are. The next time you feel you are getting a raw deal,climb into that persons skin and walk around it. You may enjoy a new perspective that hadn't occured to you. Hope that this Valentine's Day is filled with love and maybe a nice walk;)
“First of all,” he said, “if you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kind of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from their point of view ----“
“Sir?”
“—until you climb into their skin and walk around in it.”
This conversation between a father and his daughter sums up to me what Valentines is all about. Its stepping outside of yourself and seriously contemplating anothers point of view and another persons needs. Isn't this a true gift of affection? It will last alot longer than some beautiful flowers and be far less harmful than a box of chocolates. Besides, it will nourish you as well to take a time out from the you perspective to the other. We all like to fashion ourselves as alturistic people and to a degree we are. The next time you feel you are getting a raw deal,climb into that persons skin and walk around it. You may enjoy a new perspective that hadn't occured to you. Hope that this Valentine's Day is filled with love and maybe a nice walk;)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
