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Call me old fashion… I am so tried of looking at people all tattooed up. I do not understand why anyone would get a tattoo in the first place. All too often in life less is actually more, and it would certainly be the same with tattoos. One or two maybe, it would draw a little attention and interest, and not overwhelm . I suppose I will continue to do what I do now, and look the other way.
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We are all 18 at heart. Witness the overweight, pushing 60 individual whose phone’s ringtone is a rock anthem from the early 70s.
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Casual Fridays…When middle age folks (and older) come to the office in clothes that make you want to poke your eyes out.
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Life is purposeless. Life just is. Anyone beyond scrambling daily to just meet their existence needs knows this at some level. Most folks do not acknowledge it. Perhaps this is actually the healthier response, to remain somewhat delusional. However it is this unacknowledged comprehension that drives so much of human behavior. The mass psychoses that are the various religions stem from this. The fanaticism of the sports aficionado is a symptom of this. You can add anything that pretends to provide or reveal purpose to life. Being a creative species we have concocted many.
The question becomes what happens when this purposelessness is acknowledged. An argument could be made that this is a possible cause of depression, addiction, and a varied list of maladaptive behaviors.
The more I dwell on it, the only sane response when you are aware enough to acknowledge that life is without purpose is to live in the moment, to just be. Another possible response when you accept this is to provide your own purpose realizing that ultimately your purpose is an ephemeroptera.
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Intelligent Design… If there were truly a loving, compassionate god, would he/she/it design a system of carnivorous might. The strong preying on the weak, biting through their jugular veins, and ripping them apart bite by bite. A system designed such that many of the males of the species will eat the young of their species if given half a chance. And so on and so on and so on …
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If there were truly a loving, compassionate god, he/she/it would allow us humans a graceful, peaceful, and respectful exit from this life. That happens occasionally, but it seems rare.
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One of the few things I have figured about life is that it is sloppy. Occasionally life is ugly. And thankfully, rarely, life is ugly and sloppy.
That is when you focus on the hummingbirds in the honeysuckle.
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On NPR this morning they reported that the Scripps National Spelling Bee had a tie for the first time in 52 years. The two eventual winners went through 25 championship words before being declared co-winners. Then NPR gave their names. I thought to myself that I could not pronounce let alone spell their names…
Just for the record the winners were Sriram Hathwar, an eighth-grader from Painted Post, N.Y., and Ansun Sujoe, a seventh-grader from Fort Worth, Texas.
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I shared information about a blog article at party I was at with a fellow there. He asked me how many followers I had. I made some mealy mouth answer about writing for myself. What I should have answered was, “One, if I remind Robin.”
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Robin referred to me today as David Cop-a-feel. I think I like it.