Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The Power Of Yes

The person who only learns how to answer 'no' is only able, eventually, to see the world as wrong. That person will only eventually find unhappiness in his world's constituents, of its parts, of its components, of its properties, of its qualities, and of its societies and nature. As it is the nature of all species, that person will seek to escape that which is discordant to the idea of gratification. All that is ungratifying or uncomfortable, agitating, painful, and otherwise stressful will have the attempt made upon it to be removed from sight if not utterly by this person. In attempts to remove and  relieve this stress, that person will likely seek to remove those sources of discomfort -  to destroy, mangle, maim, oppress, and otherwise tyrannize his or her reality, and its parts into submission, to mold the clay into the likeness...of himself or herself. 

 Or, that person could only believe in the power of 'yes'.

 The person who believes in the power of yes becomes the great enabler. They bring joy and happiness, gratifying autonomy and free will, liberty and a sense of self in all upon whom their power is graced. He or she provides the ability to all they touche to ask "what if" and exclaim confidently "let's try'. The enabler is one who keeps his or people safe, squashing fear with that confidence, providing hope and optimism for a bright future. The enabler instigates the ability to learn from mistakes, to dust ourselves off after the brawl and jump back into the fray with what we have learned and try it again wth a new set of tools and perspective. The power of 'yes' is that which is the promotion of promotion, the enabling of the enablers to enable. Yes is infectious and addictive; it is both gratifying, empowering, and reciprocal. Yes is cooperative and universally conscious, transcendent and collectve. It creates a hive from of the individual bees, and gives wings to the masses.

 The person who has only learned to say 'no' when faced with another person of the same ilk, will seek to remove or destroy that other threat. The two naysayers will battle each other, spreading much collateral damage and with reckless disregard. There can be no collection or harmonious idea, no group of people, and no spreading of ideas. Only the strongest, most ruthless, and dominant force can exist - a black hle consuming everything into oblivion.

However....

When a person who wields the power of 'yes' meets another pseron of the same, they spread, they communicate, they empower, and, most certainly, enable each other.  The combine their efforts. They cooperate. They coexist. The enablers do not impede each other nor do they divert the efforts of the other. They work together, enabling others who, in return, enable them. The power of yes is a self-propagating design and system. It grows, like all things in nature. Like an apple begins from a seed, it grows into an apple, drops to the earth depositing its own seeds that will one day become apples. It is the nature of yes to provide for an equalizer, to enable balance as there are repercussions for every project. For every action there is a reaction. Those things viewed as failures by those who only know how to say 'no' are seen as learning experiences and merely steps on the way to perfection and balance. 

Of course, we don't live in a perfect world.

The reality is that fear of failure is a real thing. There are smart people on both sides of the fence. Where in one instance it may be a tool, in another instance it may be antithetcal. But one truth is that if you want change, you have to become an enabler of some kind. Should you wish someone else to do it, then you ave to say 'yes' at some point, otherwise the goal will never be met. We cannot move forward if all we do is maintain. In oder to progress we must set goals, attempt to achieve them, and occasionaly fall down and stand back up. But if all we do is cower from failure and reject the idea of being rejected, then we will not set goals. We will not progress nor will we transcend. Perhaps it is the flaw in the human design that we fear. Perhaps it is the flaw in the human design that we rationalize, that we consider, that we think, and that we believe. What a strange creature human beings are that they should wrap themselve sin a blanket of conundrum designed to appear as intelligence. If that's the case, then ignorance is truly bliss, and therefore is the reason why we evolved at any rate only to reach a terminal point of evolution or assured mutual destruction.

Invino Veritas
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Monday, February 20, 2012

How To Lose Your Face and Still Be Fashionable

The fact that Hunter S. Thompson keeps appearing on my Facebook sidebar as of late gives me pause and cause for both confusion and pride. Unfortunately, I feel that neither will quicken my steps in realizing the universal instance of truth nor beauty. On the other hand, I may have very well come to the realization that I need to go back to being a writer rather than gravitating to mere journalism. Like a strange, twisted piece of cereal, the grainy side may be good for me but its the frosted side of literature that makes it most enjoyable. Thompson's apearance does bring up an interesting question, though. Knowing fair and well that the advertising at the side of Facebook's streams and the many twisted caverns of information and inviduals in this 700-million-person behemoth is tuned towards each and every single person individually. Day after day, the vast database of information that we create combined with the data regarding our tendencies, our likes and dislikes, our rants, our raves, or common topics that we concern ourselves with, and a multitude of other qualities of living that we exhibit go into the mega-conglomeration of advertising service and technology.

But what's the best question that I can ask at this point? This intrigues that grasps me by the brain and shakes me as my veritably metaphorical nape wriggles from side to side knows only the boundaries of its own energy source and the border of its own, often unfortunate, attention span. (Damn you, Fluoride!) Dare I ask whether or not I have certain qualities or that I have exhibited qualities as of late similar to the inconoclast, nay iconoplasm, that is and was Hunter S Thompson? I'm going to go out on a limb here and say "No." In fact, I'm pretty sure that Facebook and their advertising buddies have created a fallacous connection between me and Mr. Thompson, flattering as it may be. I will even go as far as to say this is really a bit of an overstatement.

No, not a bit. That's an understatement.

It's a major crevasse that separates the differences between the literary excellence of Thompson's wreckless chaos in search of order and anything I've ever written. But if asking such a question or questions is the lunacy that it appears to be, then what other inferences can I make by this? Now, mind you, this is only introspection, and really only serves for me to question myself. The scripts and code of the Facebok pages know only the things that were written into their many thousands of lines. Each of these things have only a straight-line tendency without the ability to change themselves or deviate from predetermined direction. I, on the other hand, am free and liberated from the constraints of the physical world to follow whim and fancy, to dream of alternatives of gratification and despair alike. So, then, why have I been served offers to engage in some sort of way wth the memory of Mr. Thompson?

Then I refresh the page, and a credit card ad comes up. Is my credit that bad?

Then I refesh again - beach hotels and spas. They clearly don't have a clue about me.

Once more, I refresh. Credit cards again. Damn, my credit must really suck. On the other hand, this time I go ahead and click the link at the top of the advert section labeled "See All". What the hell, right? In the next section, we're going to rate the advertising service and score them accordin to my own scale. No, I will not give any deatils of my scoring system outside of what is obvious. On the other hand, because I'm a pretty transaprent guy on the whole, I will go ahead and tell you this: the system is pretty off-the-cuff. In other words, there's no real system. I'm going on feel, so back off already. Work with me!


1. Stella Artois Beer:  The first ad is for a beer by the name of Stella Artois. I have to admit,
      I do like Stella Artois. Ok, the adverts get a point.
2. Vicksburg Convention and Visitors Bureau: BORING! Ok, the adverts lose a point.
3. New Orleans Saints T-Shirt Ad: Bringng up third place is some company that wants me to
      "relive the Saints superbowl" and buy a T-Shirt. That's the third T-shirt ad today, and the
       answer is still no. Another point lost by the advertisement firms.
4. Rockstar Games: Who cares about Max Payne. He was a crappy character, and frankly
      who has 300 bucks lying around to go out and buy a game console jus so that they can
      buy that game? I sure as shit don't. Ads, you lose another point.
5. "Is Your Heart Healthy?": The answer is likely not. But we knew that already. I have heart
      issues, but we knew that already. What are you going to do about it? (I say, I say that's
      rhetorical, boy! Nice advertisement, but that company's about as sharp as a sack of
      wet mice.) Minus one point for being clueless.
6. Kingdoms of Amalur: I've already invested time and effort with another online game. What
     the hell do you game companies want me to do? Play games all day while the world
     passes me by? Invent a game that can both pay my rent, pay my insurance, buy me
     food, pay my utility bills, and pleasure me once or three times a day and then we will
     talk. Otherwise, I should take away three points for your insolence, but we'll stick to
     one. Minus one, fanboy.
7. Free Hunter S Thompson Audiobook: Sure, because I have nothing better to do with
    my time than sitting a chair and listen to somebody else read a book. Let me guess. It's
    the Morgan Freeman editions? Just kidding. As much as I respect Thompson, I have no
    desire to listen to his work
    being read at this time. One point awarded as that's not a totally stupid idea. Close, but
    not totally.
8. Reebok Jersey: Another T-Shirt? I get the feeling they want me to adveritse for them by
    buying a T-Shirt with some kind of logo on it. Really? You should pay me for the prvelage
    to display your service or product. Minus one point.
9. Sealy Mattress: I like sleeping. In fact, I try to do it at least once a day. Sometimes up to
    three times in a single 24-hour period. However, I doubt you sell a cheap mattress in my
    size. Plus, I already have a good mattress. I abstain from addressing points on this one.
10. Nokia Phone: Who the hell uses Nokia anymore? FAIL. Minus one point.
11. Chase Sapphirre: I reiterate - Is my credit that bad? If that's the case, then why do I
      want a way to get deeper in trouble. I can do that without your help, thank you very
      much. FAIL. Minus One Point.
12. Capital One Credit Cards: Wherever you find bad credit and low income people with
      credit cards, Capital One is generally not far out of sight. Eat me Cap-1. Minus one
      point.

Ok, so here's how we tally: 2 points out of a possible 12 points.

Man, you guys suck.

No, wait, you're right. That's not fair. I'm going to chalk it up to my fantastic dedication to minimalizing information of mine given to third-party companies. I'll go ahead and say that this is largely due to my understanding of online security, email systems, web browsers, and crazy things like...oh, I don't know...updates. Maybe it's because I take the time - many hours of time - protecting myelf from the
evils of the Internet. Perhaps it's because I have the uncanny ability to realize the difference between crap and reasonable assumption. Who knows? All I know in the end is that they really don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. But you know what? That also means that somebody is reading my stuff, and since I don't really have a ton of people reading my stuff, it only exemplifies what I'm talking about. On the other hand, I wouldn't be hurt to find some traffic. But it doesn't really matter because I'm going to continue to write anyways.

 Here's the types of ads I apparerently attract:

2 Credit Cards
2 Game Companies
2 T-Shirts
1 Mattress
1 Private Organization
1 Phone
1 Health
1 Audiobook

1 Beer

I haven't really decided on wshat that says about me, but...


Now, if I read this right, then, according to the advertisement companies, I am the type of guy who plays video games in my bed while wearing a T-shirt listening to audioboks and drinking beer. They probably figure that somewhere along the way I'll answer the phone and have a heart-attack. I'm really not sure how the Vicksburg organization fits in to all that. whatever the relationship may be, I bet it's bordering on stupid and amazing at the same tme.

And that, sirs and ma'ams, is the meat between the bread in a pointless, insane sandwich called life.I guess if there's anything to be gotten by this dribble is that 1.) you have even less to do than I do at this moment to have read all the way down to this point, 2.) few things can replace good security as there are multiple layers of repercussions for every action that is taken, and 3.) I bear little, of any, resemblance, in any shape, form, or fashion, to Hunter S. Thompson; somebody was smoking crack when they came up with that algorithm.

Until next time...

Enjoy.

Invino Veritas
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Washington On The Steps

SETTING: 2000's, Present day academia.

     [Two college students, Chip and Neville, sit outside the library on the front steps,
       going over the day's dose of American History.]


Neville: ...so, Washington got his butt kicked in New York by the British, he ran all the way
            through New Jersey. But then he turns around, marches right across the Delaware
            River and proceeds to take Trenton and Princeton.
Chip:    That's what that famous painting of Washington's about, right?
Neville: Yeah, I think so. Oh, hey, did you know that painting was painted by a Brit?
Chip:     No shit?
Neville:  No shit.
Chip:     Hmph! I'll be damned. [Scribbles in his notebook.] And that is the end of that...!
Neville:  Sweet!
Chip.     Well, until Wednesday. Hey! Speaking of....what are you doing Monday?
Neville:  Workin'.
Chip:      You're not off for Preseident's Day?
Neville:  Personally, I think you should only observe it if you like the current President.
Chip:     [Laughing.] What?
Neville:  Think about it. Why would anyone want to observe or honor a presdent that
             they didn't like?
Chip:     Dude, I think it's in honor of previous Presidents.
Neville:  Actually, it was originally intended to celebrate Washington's Birthday, now that
             you mention it, thankyouverymuch. In fact, congress put it into law at one time.
Chip:     [Sarcastically.] That's awesome, man, but you don't get paid for telling me this
             crap after 12:00 p.m..
Neville: [Smirking.] Anyways, I just happen to think that I've had enough with having to
            observe the current president for the past three years. I'm ready for some good
            ole' fashioned disregard!
Chip:    Yeah! [Pumps his fist in the air.]
Neville:  Besides, it's presidents plural, not president's possessive.
Chip:    [Unflinchingly.] Actually, sir, it's either one or both.
Neville: Oh yeah? How do you know?
Chip:    Wikipedia. [Shakes his cellphone in his hand.]
Neville: [Rolling his eyes.] I should've known.
Chip:    Yeah, well, as interesting as all this is....
Neville: Time to make the roofies?
Chip:    That's rght! Time to make the roofies. No, seriously. I got to go.
Neville: Ok, man. I'll see you in class on Tuesday I guess.
Chip:    Sounds good. Thanks, man.
Neville: Yup.
Chip:    Oh! Before I forget....[Hands Neville some money.]
Neville: Cool! Thanks.
Chip:    Yup. [Waves.]

[Exit Chip.]

Monday, February 13, 2012

Imports From The Livejournal Archives Vol. 1.6

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 Jack-In-The-Box

Well, I'm back for this moment in time. Like the Jack-in-the-box, I'm jumping into sight when the song ends. It's almost a year since I started my job, and pretty soon I'll be polishing the resume and sending it out to career level job postings. After working amongst a group of individuals with no work ethic and general overall laziness, I'm just about ready to get into an environment where progression is on everyone's mind and within everyone's personal and professional goals. I'n the meantime, I've decided to saturate my time outside of work with Video Games and Captain Morgan. (Ok, there are other drinks, too.)

My kitchen is infested with sugar ants. I call them "sugar ants" because 1.) they always crowd around the cups where I had my sprite, and 2.) they smell like banana taffy when you squish them. Just recently, they seem to have found a taste for baked chicken. I don't really see the connection between sprite and baked chicken, but I jest that it may be related to the wine that I used when I baked the chicken. The little varmints seem to be coming from behind the dishwasher. I had the exterminator come in and spray, but his efforts don't seem to hold much water with the re-emergence. I knew this would happen, though. Even after pouring gasoline on several nests, the little bastards still managed to live last time. I should, probably, be grateful that they don't bite me. I'm strting to feel like "Joe" in "Joe's Apartment" when he brought his girlfriend over to his place. (This is an exaggeration.)

Ok, well, it's time to take my flat sprite and captain morgan to the video game console and give ti a go for abit before AdultSwim somes on television.

Adios.

Current Mood: accomplished
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Taking Applications For Voluntary Masseuse

Well, the back's better, but I keep cutting some muscle back there somehow. It seems to be linked to the way my pillow gets stuck under my shoulder blade when I sleep. I am now taking applications and accepting auditions for voluntary sensual masseuses. (Men need not apply. I'm biased, so sue me.)

In other news....

My professor from college offered to send a recommendation to one of the libraries here the other day concerning a job that hasn't been posted just yet. If accepted, I will be the IT department. Pays pretty good coming out of the box like this. In the meantime, I applied for a position doing Dell third-party support. I feel pretty confident about that position as the manager said she'd call me on Monday or Tuesday rather than being wishy-washy about the whole thing. She also confirmed that they are hiring. It's field related, so that's a plus.

Threw a party last night. I had only meant to have about seven to ten folks over, but twenty to thirty showed up. I grilled about twenty bratwurst, made a loaf of garlic toast, a barbecued a rack of ribs. I have no idea how everyone got some. Was pretty darn good if I say so myself. Funny thing is that everyone brought beer, but it was all Keystone or Coors Light. I'm sorry but that stuff is like day's old piss. It literally makes me gag. So I drank water until we hit the bars. Ended up going to a kegger. That wasn't bad even though it really wasn't my crowd, but they were nice enough until 5:00 when they kicked us out. The bitch who threw the party though charged us for the keg beer, but neglected to tell us it was almost empty. What a punkass. As a result, I felt obligated to piss on her bedroom window. Turnabout is fair play, no? Maybe I should have asked for my money back since I gave her beer back. I'll have to remember that for next time.

I'll close here tonight as there really isn't anything else to tell. Thought I'd drop in and give a spout or two. Looking for a job leaves little excitement about which to tell. So until next time, I bid thee adieu.

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Reruns and Pizza




Evening, folks.

I had planned to go out with some friends tonight on account of it being Sunday, and in this sleepy little
part of the world we have to go out of the county to get beer on Sundays. (It's not necessarily anything
that I want to get into at this time, but perhaps I'll elaborate at some other time.) When I woke up this
afternoon, my neck was stiff and the area of my back around my left kidney hurt. I hope it's just muscular
in nature. I've had enough crap go wrong with my body within the last couple years to have one of my
kidneys go out on me. These include a stroke and five retinal detachments on my left eye. It would be so
easy to become a hypochodriac right now, but that's not in my personality to complain. In fact, I'll give
it a few days to see if this back pain persists. If it does, then I'll set up an appointment with my
doctor.

Enough about that stuff. It bores me after a moment or two, anyways.

Still looking for a job. Got my first legitimate interview the other day for a network developer position
down south a bit. I think I assed it up, but we'll see in about two weeks according to the recruiter. But
now I know better. I'll be straightforward and more precise when I'm giving answers. I won't ride the
middle track when elaborating. Either I know it, or I don't, period. I won't explain my experiences whether
they are hands-on or academic unless they ask.

Ok, I'm bored again. Talking shop bores me because my job at the moment is to find a job, and not having
some sort of immediate gratification can be a bit depressing when I've had positive results in most
everything I've done in the past.

Anyways, I must look for a way to cure some of this sunday evening boredom. Right now, I'm looking at
pizza and reruns. So, you guys take it easy. We are truly in the midst of a decline in civilization.
Morality is a lie that we perpetuate and impose upon all of those who do not stand against it, and a
sympton of this is our media. So, I shall feed the self-importance our of decadent entitites, and go
watch the inane spew that they throw at us via our idiot boxes. At the moment, it's better than sitting
in this chair and enduring any more pain than I have to.


Signing out.

Have fun.


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 A Moment Of  Redemption

I almost forgot I had this account. I guess, perhaps, that means that either I'm fairly emotionally self-sufficient, or I just don't really care. If I were a psychologist or motivationalist, I might blame it on the lack of external gratification. At any rate, I feel the desire (not need) to update this journal for the moment that I have left before my tape runs out.

Today's theme music is brought to us by Roger Waters in his performace (with friends) live at the now-destroyed Berlin wall. I bought a DVD recorder yesterday, and now its time to backup my movies on a more permanent medium -- one that wont be as subject to heat, dust, and magnetic interference. Today's first disc was created using the aforementioned video/album, Stevie Ray vaughn Live at the El Mocambo, the freeview version of The Allman Brothers Live at the Beacon (sp?) Theatre, and some SRV Austin City Limits stuff.

While I was recording, I looked for jobs and worked on the mud a bit. I've been looking for a career-level job now for about three months with no luck. The only responses I've got thusfar is from people who tell me they reviewed my resume, but then offer me a job in sales of unrelated materials. (For those of you who don't know, I'm an MIS guy.) It's really kind of funny and annoying all at once. I got a total of about four scams, three financial, two telemarketing, and one response that wanted me to download some unidentified software which I kindly refused. (For all I know, it could be harmful. I can't sacrifice my financial records and whatnot just so I can find out the job isn't what I want to do.) Job hunting is such a pain in the ass; it's a complete and utter oxymoron in action: you need experience to work but you cant get experience without some sort of a job. So, I'm looking into post-graduate internships. I'll let you know if I hear from anyone back on those.

Ok, looking back over all of this reminds me of why I hate "reality" television. It's boring, but perhaps it will give me a bit of redemption for missing a good chunk of time. I'll probably be back later to give and update on the information and postings from below. I think the DVD is about to end as I draw near the end of the video I am recording.

Have fun folks.

Enjoy.


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