Remember my rant on Quality and Patience? If you don't, I'd like to type a few of excerpts.
"...Quality should be a part of realism; without Quality, our lives would be meaningless, would not be entertaining or enjoyable, much like George Orwell's classic "1984". Well, without patience, you lose a certain distinguishable intelligence. How intelligent do you look getting frustrated at a short wait? Not too intelligent at all, and how about your courteousness? Or care? Isn't care a low form of quality? To care for something is to find quality in it...you'd lose a bit of quality in the middle of losing your patience."
"If quality is attached to care, and care fits within patience, which, in itself fits within something else (I don't know how far I want to go with this) then, I would imagine more values are lost or missing when others are absent."
Is a bell ringing? I surely doubt it, so, let me just push the snowball down the hill, and we will see what all it collects, and how big it will get, shall we?
Never get impatient. For one, it invokes getting frustrated. Then, you end up getting so hot-headed you can not even think straight, which invokes ignorance. Then, you are not of a higher quality of person you once were. It's that web-effect I was talking about a long time ago, where, somewhere towards the top, is Quality followed by Patience; the official order of it all has yet to be fully uncovered.
What I've found is that people now-a-days want this and that right now. I blame simplicity. It is so simple now-a-days to pay bills, to cook, to find food, to stay warm, to find entertainment and fulfillment - all these things are right in our grasp. If you have high-speed internet, you can pay your bills online, no sweat. "Ready to Heat" meals that come out of a box or plastic can take the strain out of slaving away at a stove. Fast-food has eliminated the dependency on cooking. Ever tried starting a fire the hard way, with friction, or striking flint? It sucks. But a box of matches can easily solve your heating dilemma. I've stated it before, if you give an extrovert the stage, you've given them the world, and any egotistical prick can transform into a thespian. And fulfillment can be met with another person, so, get out there and date! The simplicity of the world today has created, in it's wake, spoiled heathens who, when dealt with not getting their way in due process, resort to arrogance and thumb-biting.
Sometimes, you just don't have the answers they are looking for, which, is like a slap to the face for these people. A well-deserved slap. That's why I have resorted to pissing these people off as much as possible. Fight fire with fire, I'll say! They want to spout a bad attitude, they will be answered with annoyance and anger.
So maybe somewhere on that chart is simplicity, yes?
Obviously, if you baby everything, you are just asking for more ignorance to come from people, in the same respect, you have people becoming accustom to everything being handed to them, and it results with people being spoiled. I say this only because of personal experience I have dealt with in the subject matter, and my own personal outlook on the philosophy.
I have heard it many times before; we do things for a reason. Another thing I have stated on this blog is the following:
"I just have found that in thinking more and more, taking what I can from other people's thoughts and associating that with the whole picture, you could go back to what I was stating about an absence in proper child-care. And in finding that answer, ask, what does a child really need?"
That's right, people. It starts in the mother fucking womb! I'm watching a little kid right now, about 4-5 years old because that's my job title really; the essence of it all is to watch people. Watch to make sure these people are not looking up inappropriate things, watch to make sure these people stay under control - I label myself "The Watcher". And, like I said up above, I'm watching at this very moment a child throw a temper-tantrum, yet, God forbid, the parents do anything about it because it's "PLAY TIME ON THE COMPUTER" for them; just like children themselves. Why is it that people have kids when they are not ready? Sex feels good. Other times, the sex is bad, and we call bad sex rape. Not cool, alright. These people obviously did not engage in a hate-sex rapefest with each other because I am pretty sure after that, the relationship would be ended.
They had this kid because they were irresponsible with sex or the condom broke, which, on a side note, do not be afraid to double wrap the tool. There is nothing wrong with that; sackers at Walmart do it all the time; the double bag. It's a safe way in keeping your groceries in check, just like two condoms would do the job in keeping the liquids in check, hell, why not three condoms?
These dumb fuckers pooped out a kid, and now because the kid can write its own name, and can spell a few words, and speak both the parents' names without pooping its pants, the parents think, "Let's let the kid run wild!" because when I think of parenthood, I also think of abandonment...wonderful job of raising a moron, folks. Let's see this kid's smoke in ten years when he decides to knock up his slack-jawed, toothless whore he calls a girlfriend, and the cycle repeats itself for generations to come.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Sunday, October 08, 2006
An Apple Among Onions
I bought a new camera today. It's a Canon if that does anything for ya...I just randomly went out one day, spent about $300 on a camera, and, for what? Because I love taking pictures?
I haven't really used it yet, either, in fact, it just sits on top of my DVD collection, collecting its own aging dust. I'll pick it up every once and awhile, and mess around with it's features, maybe snap off a few worthless pictures. I still can't comprehend how, just out of the blue, I drove to OfficeMax, and forked over that much money for a camera.
I started thinking of how I'd use that camera; what sort of pictures I'd be taking with the camera, where I'd be at the time I cashed 200+ pictures, how long the camera would last me, if I'd break it within 2 months of its ownership, which brought me to my first point - I had to insure this camera. And I did. I paid an additional $30+ on a 2-year warranty.
Don't think for a second I've never owned my own camera before. I had bought a real piece of shit before; a Sony. I went in that day, browsing the selection, hunting a familiar and reliable brand, such as Olympus or Canon. I saw Kodaks and Minoltas, Nikons, and Pentax (one Pentax, that is) - and then, the Sony. Canon was there, but before I came in, I did my research. It appeared more economical for me to go with a camera with a battery pack, instead of manual-loaded batteries. This would save me from buying individual packs of batteries.
I didn't want a Kodak, Minolta, a Nikon, or a Pentax. They were my feared off-brands. Nikon was a big name, but, from what I've heard, only a top shit brand in SLR's. Sony, it seemed like, was an off-brand in the digital camera department, but I took a chance, an ill-fated chance at that, and purchased the Sony because it had a battery pack. That camera is now with a Brazilian who matched my $150 reserve for it on eBay. The flash rarely worked, the processor speed was shit, I dropped the son of a bitch after a night of heavy drinking, and it couldn't brush away the evidence of a battered life. That Brazilian must have been a dumb-fuck.
Somewhere among these letters is a point. That point is, I made a mistake in taking a chance, and yes, I know this way of putting things seems naive. When you take a chance, it seems like it is always with love or some other major thing like getting behind a wheel when you are smashed, and never is with something minor like camera shopping.
In my compulsiveness a few days ago, I repeated that dire mistake, which this time, didn't resemble the same consequences. I enjoy my Canon. Couldn't I have waited to buy a camera? The answer to that is no. I constantly feel like I'm missing out on different events, such as hanging out with friends, talking with loved ones and family members. Some of those people won't be in my life much longer, and, I hope against this, the vise-versa. A life in pictures seems to be the best solution. Even if the scrapbook contains some pretty uninteresting moments, it's still a sure-fire way to keep those memories in tact. And above everything else, that's all I can ask for.
Here's a related story. My mom will, just out of the blue, pull out her old high school yearbooks, and flip through them, reminiscing about what all went on in those three years (she went to Central for middle school, and back then, middle school extended from sixth or seventh to ninth grade) I could tell it brought back to her a flash of emotions.
She'd get to pictures of people who are dead now, and how she knew them. Then, the rest of the people who moved on to other towns, states, and countries. Nowadays, we live in what the older generations have coined as the "digital age" where everyone has a cell phone, a digital camera/camcorder, and computer available, and how those are utilized in communication and documentation. How she probably wishes she would have been so lucky to have what we have now, and how cheaply we can commandeer it. At times, I'll just utter, "Thank God" because technology has come a long way, and the benefits are remarkable.
In an unrelated story, I find myself to be a scientist some way. I am not intelligent enough to know the word for the exact thing I am trying to express, so, I thought I would start things off by telling the story in full, spliced and edited of course, for time, and we will see what develops.
I test people constantly. I will be at work, and a person will come in that seems distrustful. If they pay for something, I will give them a buck or two back over the correct amount of change they should have been given when paying for something in large bills. I will count it back to them, and hope they listen for the mistake. They usually will count the change back to themselves; it is something I have noticed lower-class citizens will do, to make sure they are not jipped. If they catch the mistake, and are a good person, they will correct me, and say, "I think you gave me too much." I'm an excellent interpreter of body-language, so, when they have caught the mistake and are not such a good person, they tend to flush, or make some kind of odd body movement or impulse that makes me believe they are not telling the truth. Those people will take the bait, and walk out, without another word, a buck or two richer. Why do I do this? In Greek Mythology, why did Hera test Jason by disguising herself as an elderly woman, and asking Jason to carry her upon his shoulders across a raging river to the safety of the other side? She was looking for a good soul among the wicked to do her a favor, to fetch the golden fleece with the Argonauts. I guess in a way, I'm searching for my own hope; a band of good souls among the wicked.
I haven't really used it yet, either, in fact, it just sits on top of my DVD collection, collecting its own aging dust. I'll pick it up every once and awhile, and mess around with it's features, maybe snap off a few worthless pictures. I still can't comprehend how, just out of the blue, I drove to OfficeMax, and forked over that much money for a camera.
I started thinking of how I'd use that camera; what sort of pictures I'd be taking with the camera, where I'd be at the time I cashed 200+ pictures, how long the camera would last me, if I'd break it within 2 months of its ownership, which brought me to my first point - I had to insure this camera. And I did. I paid an additional $30+ on a 2-year warranty.
Don't think for a second I've never owned my own camera before. I had bought a real piece of shit before; a Sony. I went in that day, browsing the selection, hunting a familiar and reliable brand, such as Olympus or Canon. I saw Kodaks and Minoltas, Nikons, and Pentax (one Pentax, that is) - and then, the Sony. Canon was there, but before I came in, I did my research. It appeared more economical for me to go with a camera with a battery pack, instead of manual-loaded batteries. This would save me from buying individual packs of batteries.
I didn't want a Kodak, Minolta, a Nikon, or a Pentax. They were my feared off-brands. Nikon was a big name, but, from what I've heard, only a top shit brand in SLR's. Sony, it seemed like, was an off-brand in the digital camera department, but I took a chance, an ill-fated chance at that, and purchased the Sony because it had a battery pack. That camera is now with a Brazilian who matched my $150 reserve for it on eBay. The flash rarely worked, the processor speed was shit, I dropped the son of a bitch after a night of heavy drinking, and it couldn't brush away the evidence of a battered life. That Brazilian must have been a dumb-fuck.
Somewhere among these letters is a point. That point is, I made a mistake in taking a chance, and yes, I know this way of putting things seems naive. When you take a chance, it seems like it is always with love or some other major thing like getting behind a wheel when you are smashed, and never is with something minor like camera shopping.
In my compulsiveness a few days ago, I repeated that dire mistake, which this time, didn't resemble the same consequences. I enjoy my Canon. Couldn't I have waited to buy a camera? The answer to that is no. I constantly feel like I'm missing out on different events, such as hanging out with friends, talking with loved ones and family members. Some of those people won't be in my life much longer, and, I hope against this, the vise-versa. A life in pictures seems to be the best solution. Even if the scrapbook contains some pretty uninteresting moments, it's still a sure-fire way to keep those memories in tact. And above everything else, that's all I can ask for.
Here's a related story. My mom will, just out of the blue, pull out her old high school yearbooks, and flip through them, reminiscing about what all went on in those three years (she went to Central for middle school, and back then, middle school extended from sixth or seventh to ninth grade) I could tell it brought back to her a flash of emotions.
She'd get to pictures of people who are dead now, and how she knew them. Then, the rest of the people who moved on to other towns, states, and countries. Nowadays, we live in what the older generations have coined as the "digital age" where everyone has a cell phone, a digital camera/camcorder, and computer available, and how those are utilized in communication and documentation. How she probably wishes she would have been so lucky to have what we have now, and how cheaply we can commandeer it. At times, I'll just utter, "Thank God" because technology has come a long way, and the benefits are remarkable.
In an unrelated story, I find myself to be a scientist some way. I am not intelligent enough to know the word for the exact thing I am trying to express, so, I thought I would start things off by telling the story in full, spliced and edited of course, for time, and we will see what develops.
I test people constantly. I will be at work, and a person will come in that seems distrustful. If they pay for something, I will give them a buck or two back over the correct amount of change they should have been given when paying for something in large bills. I will count it back to them, and hope they listen for the mistake. They usually will count the change back to themselves; it is something I have noticed lower-class citizens will do, to make sure they are not jipped. If they catch the mistake, and are a good person, they will correct me, and say, "I think you gave me too much." I'm an excellent interpreter of body-language, so, when they have caught the mistake and are not such a good person, they tend to flush, or make some kind of odd body movement or impulse that makes me believe they are not telling the truth. Those people will take the bait, and walk out, without another word, a buck or two richer. Why do I do this? In Greek Mythology, why did Hera test Jason by disguising herself as an elderly woman, and asking Jason to carry her upon his shoulders across a raging river to the safety of the other side? She was looking for a good soul among the wicked to do her a favor, to fetch the golden fleece with the Argonauts. I guess in a way, I'm searching for my own hope; a band of good souls among the wicked.
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