Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Still Finding RP People

I recently went back to work at the chemical plant where I've spent close to half of my life and pretty much all of my working life. Today, I was working with a guy that up until the last few days I hadn't seen in years.  As I was putting on a climbing harness, I saw a little circle on his hard hat. Sure enough... it said, "RON PAUL". I have a few stickers just like it.


I struck up a conversation about it and he told me he had been a RP supporter since '88. He also told me there was another guy in my new area of the plant who was a RP supporter. Turns out he was a guy I've known for years, too!


I left the plant in '09 and hadn't really seen those guys, other than the occasional 'howdy' around the site since the 90s or early 2000s. The first guy even said he voted for Badnarik, Sophocleus, and several other liberty minded candidates that I also voted for, back in the day.  He went on to say he was fed up with voting and leaning towards not voting anymore, just like myself and many other people who have grown tired of the corruption and dishonesty within the system.


I guess it could go without saying that it was a very pleasant surprise and lets me know I'm working around some pretty smart people.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Electric Pow Wow Drum

A few years ago, while researching the story, I watched this clip about the hearing-impaired Native American man who was murdered by a police officer as he carved a piece of wood. Terrible story. However, it introduced me to a DJ outfit by the name of A Tribe Called Red. I readily and gladly admit I'm not really into dance music but all day I've had this tune of theirs in my head from where it now adamantly refuses to leave:

They call the style 'powowstep'. The best part is the 'drop', which is sampled traditional singing.

Facebook Commenters

People who feel it is their duty to continuously comment on others' Facebook posts are, I'm convinced, the same kind of people who think they've had some sort of epiphany when they finally get a joke, proceeding, then, in a uniquely vague and condescending tone, to explain it for everyone else who, ironically, got the joke long before this person self-spiritedly offered an explanation. Unbelievably, there will still be those who think our commenter is a genius for explaining the joke. The affirmation these commenters give the prolific and incongruously supercilious commenter only serves to rabidly fuel the pitiful, deluded commentary.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

We Change

I believe what I believe, today.  That's all I know to say.  I don't know of anyone, no matter how unchanging they seem to be, that has not changed something they believe since I have known them.  Maybe there are some things they would never change, say a core belief or set of beliefs, but we, all of us, are changing... constantly.

Every new piece of information we obtain changes us slightly.  You can't remain unchanged, no matter how hard you try.  Your mind wraps itself around new ideas and morphs your current beliefs to fit. 

Much like the process that alters the way we pronounce words, our ideas and beliefs change, as well.  Time takes away small particles of thought and tell us the thoughts are the same; they are not.  There is a slight difference, that, through repeated generation of the thought, erodes it into a completely different thought.  Still, we think we are thinking the same thing we thought all those thoughts ago.  We're not.  We're saying a word that sounds nothing like it did... and it makes no sense, though we believe it does.

No matter how closed minded you try to be, the electrons spinning and whirring around the atoms in your brain change you.  They open you up, unwillingly, to new thoughts and ideas.  Even the most brainwashed person is changed by time and the laws of physics.

We see patterns in everything, and, while the laws governing the construction of those patterns hold firm for what may seem an eternity, the patterns change.  The point of observation changes.  The frame holding it all together may change.  It may all collapse and be subject to new laws which may have always existed but have never been called on to present themselves.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Property Clips

A few quick cuts from some clips taken on my property over the last couple of years:


It's amazing how quickly those little pine trees grew!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Time Passes...

Christmas, New Year's Day and Valentine's Day have all passed since last I posted on this thing.  It seems like just last week. 

I remember my Grandmother talking about how it seemed like not so long ago she and her siblings were children playing together. Her brothers and sisters were already long-gone at the time we had the conversation; she was already over 90 years old. 

I'd just bought this house in which I now sit clicking a keyboard.  She was asking how I liked living here.  She was still healthy, then, and her mind was good. 

It has been 15 years since that conversation.  She's been gone over 8 years.  I sort of felt what she meant even back then but I am really starting to feel it now.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Deletred

I have no writing skills.  I only do it because it takes my mind off of other stupid things I think about that I probably don't need to think about or worry about. 

One of the things written, and subsequently destroyed, began with a line I still remember, because I think it, in a very brick-tongued kind of way, describes why I feel compelled to jab at the keyboard once in a while: "Not being adept at colorful description, I will abstain from witless meandering and attempt to communicate as intriguingly as possible the events I have seen or have been brought by some means to know.  This being said, I suppose grievous details should not be withheld for your sake as well as mine, for laying my confusion into the air my peace comes..."

That pretty well sums it up.  I do this mess to not think about what I'm thinking about at the time by thinking intensely and selfishly about the things I'm thinking about so I can write nearly incoherent sentences and paragraphs about what I'm thinking about.

I don't know why I don't let myself delete blog posts.  Maybe because they've already been released from their cages and it would be akin to lying should an attempt be made to try and pretend they never existed, these mangled words so carelessly stabbed from my fingertips.  Everything else gets burned or deleted.

Wow... That was bad.

If I can't do any better than my last entry, I should probably quit.  Hair... really, Tony?  It reads like the stream of consciousness in which it was written, which is just ugly and bad.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

20+ Years of Long Hair

It's been over 20 years since my last haircut of any kind.  I've had long hair for the majority of my life.  I don't think I'd know who I was if I had short hair.

I only had regular haircuts for the period between starting school and 9th grade.  When I was very little, I fought tooth and nail whenever I'd have to get a haircut.  That only usually happened when we were going to be taking family photos and my mother wanted me to have short hair for pictures.  When I started school, it became a requirement for me to keep a perpetually fairly short haircut, though.  Summers I grew it out, but it never got down to my shoulders like it was before I started school.

Then, in 10th grade I began to avoid the regular haircuts, again.  By the time I was old enough to drive, my hair was back down to my shoulders.  I got one haircut when they took my senior picture (for my mother) and one final cut in 1993 when I went for a job interview.  That was the last time, ever.

I don't know why I've always liked my hair long.  When I was small, I can remember it felt like I was having a limb removed when I got my hair cut.  It actually hurt... I remember feeling pain.  Probably one of the reasons I fought when they'd try to cut it.

There was one odd period, in junior high. The fashion at the time was very short spikey hair.  I wanted so desperately to fit in that I practically begged to get my hair cut like that.  Strangely enough, my mom stepped in and wouldn't allow it. 

My hair has never been really short.  I've never had a crew cut or a buzz cut.  Once, it almost happened.  I was an extra in the movie Blue Sky. Jessica Lange won an academy award for this movie.  It was set on a military base, and when we showed up, they lined us all up for haircuts.  I slipped out of the line, balled my hair up and put it in my marching band helmet.  I then went around the hair cutting area and came out the door where everyone who had already had their hair cut was exiting.  One guy on the crew noticed, but it wasn't enough for him to do anything.  He just seemed annoyed.  Long story short, I was on-screen for a miniscule second or two, and very blurry in the background, so it didn't really matter.

I've been asked if I would cut my hair for a job, and I've always said I would, depending on the job.  That's probably a lie, though.  I'd have to be pretty hard up to cut my hair for a job.

The only reasons I'd cut my hair is if something major and terrible happened in my life, or if I started going bald.  I've always thought having a shaved head looked kind of cool, so long as there isn't like a big pony tail in the back of it, or something that looks odd and out of place.  I don't see me doing that, though, unless something huge happens.