Interesting Tid Bits

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Treat Yo Self

Did you know it's been over two years since I posted anything on here? Yeah me either.

There are many things I have learned in that two years. Like how to write so people can read it, or when the worst times to travel during the holidays are. But mostly I have experienced what it means to really love yourself.

Things just got REAL.

But it's true. How can you expect anyone to love you for who you are if you don't already do yourself? That's bogus! That's like saying, 'hey, I really think you'll love this new movie, you'll like it so much you'll want to open a joint bank account with it and spend Saturday in the park on the fourth of July together, but I haven't seen it and I don't actually know what it's all about'.

Inside you there are probably things you don't like. Maybe it's how you feel when met with an uncomfortable situation. Maybe it's what you do when you are feeling blue. Perhaps it's how many seasons of Smallville you own and/or illegally downloaded. Or if you are like me, it's all of these things. I could go on and on but no one likes a show off.

What I have found to be the most comforting, oddly, is how there is so very little I can do about it. It is important to strive to be better. It is important to learn, to grow, and to persist under difficult and trying times. But in my not so experienced or qualified view, it is less important to dwell on the why and focus more on the what and how.

Example: "Why did my best friend bail on me last minute?" *Long que of horrendous possibilities starts here.

Alternate: "I accept that there are many reasons why they bailed, but dwelling on all the possibilities wastes precious time that I could be spending binge watching 'Black Mirror' or trying to decide if various clickbait articles are worth further investigation."

In all honesty, I still have a hard time coming to a comforting reason why some things happen, but I have found that dwelling does little to no good. There are so many things in the bigger picture that are far more important or relevant.

If you can't think of anything in particular to be appeased or comforted by here are a few I tend to fall back on:

1. You are alive. Basic, but truly one of the most fabulously wonderful things that is true if you are able to have the thought.
2. You matter. There will come a time, or times, where you will be an essential piece in someone else's puzzle.
3. There is someone out there who just started watching Parks and Rec. (and some civil servant received their wings because of it)
4. It's very unlikely that Nickleback will make music again.
5. Adventure is always waiting. And not just with the strange things that are afoot at the Circle K.
6. Harry Potter

Focus on the good stuff.
Hint: You are the good stuff.

Is it unfair of me to ask you to see yourself and love what you see? Yes. It would also be a bit hypocritical. But what I can do is say that I know for a fact that we are always harder on ourselves than anyone else. And that in itself isn't fair. We are valued. We are people capable of 8-10% change. And for someone who is likely to live 29,200 days, that's a lot of opportunity and potential.

Why are there things we don't like about ourselves? Where did they come from? Our society? Our environment? Our experiences? All of the above? The real question is: Who am I without them?

Don't be like everyone else, because chances are at some point, someone else just wants to see what it would be like to be you. And why wouldn't they? You're fabulous.

Don't feel good about yourself because people say you should. Feel good about yourself because even though you may have qualms with the way things are, you took the time to read a friends, or strangers, opinion on why you should love yourself. Because if you are still reading this, you aren't the only one who does.

Cheers.

N.









Wednesday, September 24, 2014

SeaWorld vs. Dr. Ethics

I will be the first to admit to attending a Seaworld theme park. Yes, I paid good money to see  capitalism pretend to be humanitarian. And what's more, at the time I enjoyed it. I would like to tell you that the moment I walked in I felt dirty, and I immediately realized the fault in my decision. That I spat on the unethical treatment of majestic animals, like any good Pacific North Westerner (PNW) would have done, but I didn't. I think I actually bought a sweater. 

My point, friends, is that I didn't see it. I didn't see the madness, I didn't see injustice, I didn't bother to think beyond myself. Now, looking back, that was the worst part. Knowing how I felt and trying to think, if just for a second, I realized what I was doing and what I was supporting. After hours of thinking about that day, after remembering how I felt, the answer I will always be haunted by is a resounding no.

Honestly, I've never been one for the ocean. It's ominous, daunting, and a breeding ground for my imagination to take a slow left turn to terrible-horrible-creatureville. But where Orcas are concerned, I find that there are many things that I find appealing and remarkable. They are smart, they stick together, they enjoy having fun, and they are jaw droppingly beautiful. But what sometimes gets pushed to the back burner, especially where SeaWorld is concerned, is that they are lethal. They are considered to have 'the worlds most sophisticated method of hunting'. These six to seven ton animals can reach the size of a school bus, are innovative masters of the sea.

 I feel that my first impression of them would not be : "You know what? Let's wrangle up some small ones, stick them in a giant fish bowl, teach them how to jump through a hoola-hoop,  and force them, for the rest of their stunted lives, to perform for millions of people." Probably because I'm not a cooperate heathen who doesn't care about anything but my pocket book.

Now,  I get to the real kicker of this article. As I had mentioned, I have been to a SeaWorld. Every now and then I receive  an email from them, and the one I have been waiting for has finally come. (Stay with me)

Before you take a gander at the following, keep in mind SeaWorld stock has gone from 40 dollars to twenty over the last 2 years, that big money makers like the Seahawks cancelled their SeaWorld trip while in San Diego because of negative publicity associated with the theme park.

But most importantly, more pressing than the loss of reputation, the lies, and hitting the red combined, more than half a dozen incidences and injuries have occurred. Including a fatality.

This is utterly unacceptable.

With all that long windedness in mind, here is what their desperation has come to:





Ah, sweet desperation. Thank you for reading. 



As always, its been a pleasure, 

N. 

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Chicka Chicka What?

Oh hey kin folk. If you didn't already know, or didn't catch where my Facebook status is updated from, I have moved to the PNW. Which is hipster for the Pacific North West. Or something. They don't care if you misquote them.

So far I have discovered what an Ovo Lacto Vegetarian looks like, I have my own compost bin, I have an "urban garden", nixed my umbrella, am the owner of multiple rain boots, have a public transportation quick pass (also known as an Orca Card. Win in itself), replaced my wipers, figured out what express lanes are about, re acclimated to one way streets, have not attended a Walmart in a year, hydroplaned and paid for multiple reusable bags that I haven't used enough to be worth it.


Also, Im gonna pop some tags, $20 in my pocket.

Gotta love some Macklemore.


Wednesday, December 26, 2012

My annual blog on why I do not blog: Volume 3

Some of these reasons why I do not blog are less truthful than others. But all together it is pretty legitimate.

1. Time: Haven't had a lot of it. However, being unemployed has ruined that reason so lets go on excuse number to 2...
2. I hate it.
3. Sometimes our internet blocks me out.
4. I forget my password.
5. I don't have anything interesting to blog about.
6. Im getting old. I don't want people to see my gray hair.
7. Most of the interesting things that happen in my life involve my puppy and I do not want to be one of "those" people who go on and on and on and on and on and on about how AMAZING their puppy is and how they are just like children. When he isn't. Hes a four legged 80 year old. He can't even go to the bathroom alone and he hates it when my music is too loud.
8. I am afraid the government is tracking all my submissions to the internet and building up a file on me so as they know how to take me down at any given moment.
9. Iv been really busy reading 1984.
10. I don't have cute photos to post.
11. Number 6 is semi untrue.
12. I mostly just have a blog so I can see what the family is up to. Kinda like those people who go to a white elephant party with a candy bar. But a little better.

So there it is. Let me know if there is anything you want to to write about and maybe thats the way we will go. If not I will see you all this next year. Meet back here next year, same place same time. Okay cheers.

N. 

Monday, September 26, 2011

A Tragic Disappointment

I got over my pet peeve of eating in my car on September 24, 2011. It wasn’t just one incident but the various interactions that all added up to the whole thing not being worth the potential damage that could be done to my car, or more importantly, the things that i kept in there. It all stared off with a great day, visiting both Sundance and Park City for the first time and seeing just how lucrative other people lived and how unimpressed i seemed to be with them. I felt the day was a colonial success. I think me and Brandy (full disclosure of the actual name of the person I was with has not yet been permitted because they are currently playing wake boarding on the wii and cannot be interrupted so i substituted it with the black friend I always wish I had) had established we were hungry but did not want to pay $14.75 for a sandwich that we would later regret. However, if I could have known what the evenings outcomes were going to end up like, I would have payed the $14.75 gladly and kept what little hope i had built up in humanity since i realized i missed the Hall & Oats tour the previous month. Anyway. We had decided on waiting until we reached Salt Lake to grab something to eat. We went over what we felt like and we ruled out pizza and pasta. We were lingering on hamburgers when we saw a Taco Bell off in the distance. I have always been a sucker for what we refer to back home as the Taco Bizz. It could be because I am always impressed by the way they have 2,37,895 different options for the same thing. Beef, cheese and some form of beans. Bravo capitalism. As we pulled in, the question was pitched and I took advantage of the knuckle ball. I parked the car and refused the “convenience” of the drive through. I ignored the 2 men who had what looked like a garbage bag full of junk, but quickly thought to myself ‘some people live out of bags, i shouldn’t judge people just because they feel the need to bring their homes with them everywhere.’ sometimes i wish i had my personal belongings by my side getting in the way of my bike wheels. As we continued in we got to the front counter and established what we wanted. I ordered first and then Jill. I mean Brandy. As we got seated and waited for our food to be called we realized we were not alone. There had been a boy who was watching me get some taco sauce packets that I paid no mind of him until we sat down and he maid a point that he could see us. And by us I mean Brandy. I wasn’t sure at first why she was so uneasy but then i turned and looked and he was in the booth behind us. He had a goofy grin plastered on his face as he shamelessly gazed in our direction. I turned and was even more uncomfortable that he gave what I know was a horrified look on my face zero consideration. I turned back and was unfortunately able to see him in the reflection of the window. If he had any clue as to what disgust and repugnance was, he didn’t show it. I moved so the back of my head blocked his view to Brandy but I clearly saw him shift so he could see around me. Eating became the first priority. I have never enjoyed a taco less. Which is not okay when eating at Taco Bell is the closest to a real Mexican I can feel at times. (which is another reason I may have a soft spot for the Taco Bizz. we are both masquerading like we were made form south of the border.) We were nearly done when a lady with a cast up to her mid bicep came in. she seemed a little shook up but I brushed it off as a normal habit people who entered this particular Taco Bell would have. She wandered around a little before she ended up at us. “do either of you have a cell phone?” she asked. I looked down in front of me and there lay my phone, fully exposed. I didn’t even say anything, I just handed it over. Luckily she stayed put and explained to us quickly that there was “ a black man out there with a little girl who seemed to be getting violent.” I looked out the window quickly but saw nothing. Which I was both comforted and concerned by. She had called the police. She was explaining our current location and what people were waring and within a few minutes they arrived. I wasn’t sure what to say or do but before we could really say or so anything they were gone and off investigating i suppose. As we threw away our things and got to my car I realized there could be a good reason people invented a way to get food without having to leave the comfort and safeness of your vehicle.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

We Play Photos

Photo Shoots: Faces say what we can't.
This Face Says...






...Hey wanna go shred the slopes?


















... I get beat up everyday at lunch too!!


















... I can be inconspicuous if I need to be.
















...who says perms are out of style??















... standing on a frozen lake is a bad idea.


















... no. i didn't just do that.

















... this is where we stop. collaborate. and listen.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Blogging about a Blog

So there is an awesome new blog you should check out! Its called Post Dream. You get one paragraph to tell a dream you have had in your life. Could be good could be bad could be ugly. No matter what type of dream it is its an awesome thing. So head to http://writepostdream.blogspot.com/ and get the ball running. Some pretty awesome people are running it so any help would be simply marvelous.

Happy 2011 everyone.

N.

Also, here is my photo of the day: