There's something about hearing two or more human beings conversing in complete gibberish that is appealing to me. I sit there and say to my self "self, why can't we speak a foreign language?" I mean, I've been taking french for five years, German for three, and basically I can say hello my name is in both (but in french I also know the names of a few cheeses and soups).
Technically (with a capital T, A, L, L,) I do speak a foreign language. But everyone (everyone) speaks English. Some people speak it better than others, (I happen to be fairly proficient)but there is almost no where in the world I can confidently speak English, and say innappropriate comments about others without them from understanding (with the exception of remote areas where there is no one else. But if there is no one to insult without them understanding, then what is the point at all?)
So I'm starting to try to learn sign language. I know the alphabet, so I can say everything and anything. Problem is, that it's slow. I also know a few basic sentences such as "I am going to a party" "I am going to a jew party" "I am going to a Jewish Mother Party" "I am going to the bathroom" "I am going to the bathroom party." That's basically it. I also know sunrise, sunset (or at least the way they told us to do it for a song in second grade),and applause. But even this language there are others in the world that know it.
So that's why I'm learning a made up sign language. I know all 26 letters in it and even numbers (but the numbers are super complicated and kind of annoying). My plan is to use this language, to travel the world, and comment on people's ugliness and what not.
Question?
How often do you use the backspace button? Remove it and then answer that question.
7.11.2010
7.09.2010
The Reason for Political Corectness
Why are you politically correct? Yes, you sitting there at your computer screen. Your sitting all alone (maybe) and it's likely that no one will hear you. So at this very instant, think to yourself, why you're so concerned with being "politically" correct. The plain and simple answer is you shouldn't be so politically correct. I mean let's be honest. We are not politicians (and if you're a politician reading my blog, what are you thinking? To many problems to be reading this crap.) We should not have to be politically correct in every moment of the day.
Let's be perfect honest for another second. Being PC takes more time, effort, and really doesn't yield a better or greater product. Why, when talking hypothetically, should I refer to someone as "he/she?" If they are not a hermaphrodite than I don't think it's necessary. No one's feelings will be hurt if in one hypothetical the person is a guy, and in the next it's a gal.
Now don't let it sound like I want you to go around saying derogatory things to other people, and certainly don't go out of your way to offend. But in the end of the day, we're all strong people who can deal with an occasional incidental put-down (that being a put-down not intended as a put-down. Like a put-sideways?) We are not going to sue our school if on one test every denomination isn't somehow specified in the questions (NYS seems to think it is appropriate to ensure everyone in their standardized tests has really stereotyped racial names like Juan, Antonio, Jerome so that everyone can see they're being inclusive. It's really backwards thinking.)
If we can just take a second to see who we are talking to, before we talk, we may save some of this trouble. But for the most part, it seems that PC is an unfinished book, where the standards are always changing and you are always wrong.
Question of the day:
If you are going on a lame field trip with school, is it more exciting to be surprised by it? Or is it more exciting to go on an awesome pre-planned trip.
Let's be perfect honest for another second. Being PC takes more time, effort, and really doesn't yield a better or greater product. Why, when talking hypothetically, should I refer to someone as "he/she?" If they are not a hermaphrodite than I don't think it's necessary. No one's feelings will be hurt if in one hypothetical the person is a guy, and in the next it's a gal.
Now don't let it sound like I want you to go around saying derogatory things to other people, and certainly don't go out of your way to offend. But in the end of the day, we're all strong people who can deal with an occasional incidental put-down (that being a put-down not intended as a put-down. Like a put-sideways?) We are not going to sue our school if on one test every denomination isn't somehow specified in the questions (NYS seems to think it is appropriate to ensure everyone in their standardized tests has really stereotyped racial names like Juan, Antonio, Jerome so that everyone can see they're being inclusive. It's really backwards thinking.)
If we can just take a second to see who we are talking to, before we talk, we may save some of this trouble. But for the most part, it seems that PC is an unfinished book, where the standards are always changing and you are always wrong.
Question of the day:
If you are going on a lame field trip with school, is it more exciting to be surprised by it? Or is it more exciting to go on an awesome pre-planned trip.
7.08.2010
Shhh! There's Quiet People
It's no groundbreaking news that quiet people are the scariest. Some would say that this creepy nature comes from their persistent usage in horror films, but I would say, that there persistent usage in horror films comes from their preexisting creepy nature. It's an age old question, just like the infamous "egg/chicken" battle. Let me set the record straight now: movies don't scare people, people scare people; and it is for that very reason I make my argument that Silent People are by nature scary.
Please, bear with me, allow me to further say, that the only thing scary then a person who never speaks, is a person who breaks a silence. I recently experienced meeting a new, mute person, who spoke rarely to never. Then, all of a sudden, like a brick smashing through the window of unsoundedness, he started to speak. And I mean speak. Speaking up left and right. Saying all sorts of stuff I never expected a quiet person of his standing to say. And truth be it told, I was a bit perturb. Silent people have a knack for getting you into a silent rhythm (it's like drumming with no drums) of rejected conversation opportunities. You get used to the fact that, because you've met a silent person, there will be times when you'll have to be alone (or mostly alone that is) with someone else in the room.
And don't think this is a new game that the mutes are playing, they've been doing it since god invented silence back in the early 1800s. Since then people have employed it's use for all sorts of protests, black and white films, fancy restaurants, libraries and the silent game. This silent thing is not new, but it is time that someone say something new about it. That is why, as previously mentioned, I hold it to my firm belief, that it is not the silence that scares you, but that moment when the silence is broken (or at least, that's what I'm going to write my NYTimes Bestselling book on. It will be entitled "Shhh!" and sell millions. Listen up for more details!)
Report of the Weather:
If July 6th burned like the firey fire of hell, and the 7th burned like the refrigerated coke machine in hell, I'd say today is shaping up to burn like a day in Florida. A bit of improvement, but Florida's a hell hole.
Thought:
There's the colon, the semi colon, the period, and the comma. But for some reason you can not put an exclamation point or question mark in the center of a sentence. It's blasphemy! It's downright censorship! That's why, today I announce, the arrival of two new punctuation marks (though these were designed months ago... it takes a lot of time to plan this kind of thing with the grammatical powers that be); The semi exclamation point, and semi question mark. Both look the same as their predecessors except that the period underneath is changed to a comma. They can be used in a series (i.e. I was enraged! outraged! insane! and engaged!) or to separate the pause appropriately (i.e. Are you sure it was Mark? the security guy?) Generally a sentence with a semi-exclamation or question mark conclude with a full exclamation point or question mark, but to this I say: Rules are made to be broken! destroyed! ripped up? and tarnished!
Please, bear with me, allow me to further say, that the only thing scary then a person who never speaks, is a person who breaks a silence. I recently experienced meeting a new, mute person, who spoke rarely to never. Then, all of a sudden, like a brick smashing through the window of unsoundedness, he started to speak. And I mean speak. Speaking up left and right. Saying all sorts of stuff I never expected a quiet person of his standing to say. And truth be it told, I was a bit perturb. Silent people have a knack for getting you into a silent rhythm (it's like drumming with no drums) of rejected conversation opportunities. You get used to the fact that, because you've met a silent person, there will be times when you'll have to be alone (or mostly alone that is) with someone else in the room.
And don't think this is a new game that the mutes are playing, they've been doing it since god invented silence back in the early 1800s. Since then people have employed it's use for all sorts of protests, black and white films, fancy restaurants, libraries and the silent game. This silent thing is not new, but it is time that someone say something new about it. That is why, as previously mentioned, I hold it to my firm belief, that it is not the silence that scares you, but that moment when the silence is broken (or at least, that's what I'm going to write my NYTimes Bestselling book on. It will be entitled "Shhh!" and sell millions. Listen up for more details!)
Report of the Weather:
If July 6th burned like the firey fire of hell, and the 7th burned like the refrigerated coke machine in hell, I'd say today is shaping up to burn like a day in Florida. A bit of improvement, but Florida's a hell hole.
Thought:
There's the colon, the semi colon, the period, and the comma. But for some reason you can not put an exclamation point or question mark in the center of a sentence. It's blasphemy! It's downright censorship! That's why, today I announce, the arrival of two new punctuation marks (though these were designed months ago... it takes a lot of time to plan this kind of thing with the grammatical powers that be); The semi exclamation point, and semi question mark. Both look the same as their predecessors except that the period underneath is changed to a comma. They can be used in a series (i.e. I was enraged! outraged! insane! and engaged!) or to separate the pause appropriately (i.e. Are you sure it was Mark? the security guy?) Generally a sentence with a semi-exclamation or question mark conclude with a full exclamation point or question mark, but to this I say: Rules are made to be broken! destroyed! ripped up? and tarnished!
7.07.2010
Heat Wave
It is hot. Like seriously hot. I'm not talking about a "oh I think I'll have to wear shorts today" kind of heat. It's a "maybe I need to start wearing a welders mask and fireman's outfit just to survive here." I'm honestly at the point where I'm imagining the heat even when it isn't there. My body is so used to feeling uncomfortable that now it's inventing the uncomfortable feeling to fill the void. At the moment, I'm sitting alone, in a beautiful, air conditioned computer lounge. All the shades are closed, but the sun is trying it's hardest to pierce through. There is one ray of light that's hitting me like a dagger. And it's painful. But even though the room is air-conditioned, there is this little orb of heat spinning around me, making it impossible for me to even think about writing about anything else. I know that eventually I'll have to overcome this hurdle. It's going to be this hot for at least a week...
Have you ever tried sleeping in a blast furnace? Ever attempted to crawl into your oven, lie atop your stove, squeeze into your microwave? Ever thought about laying atop molten coals? That's what I did last night. All of the above. For the first time (I think in my life?) I slept without any blanket at all. Generally I need one in order to tell my subconscious it's bedtime (it just doesn't feel right otherwise. Do you ever get this feeling or am I a lunatic). Then in the morning, I took an icy cold shower. I've done it maybe twice before, for very small periods of time, just to ice off a sunburn. But this, was like a heaven sent bath of the gods. I could've stood in that shower forever (obviously, I didn't. So maybe I couldn't have).
I expect, at least for this week, I'll be writing longer and longer posts. This room is soooo comfortable (like honestly, think of a cloud made out of care bear soul and silk and you wouldn't even get close the relief I feel.) And now that I've just (literally just) discovered that the sides of the desk are metal, I don't think there's anyway I'm leaving this room ever!
For Thought:
Which is worse? Dreadfully hot or bitter cold. Two days ago I would've said bitter cold but now, I don't know.
Have you ever tried sleeping in a blast furnace? Ever attempted to crawl into your oven, lie atop your stove, squeeze into your microwave? Ever thought about laying atop molten coals? That's what I did last night. All of the above. For the first time (I think in my life?) I slept without any blanket at all. Generally I need one in order to tell my subconscious it's bedtime (it just doesn't feel right otherwise. Do you ever get this feeling or am I a lunatic). Then in the morning, I took an icy cold shower. I've done it maybe twice before, for very small periods of time, just to ice off a sunburn. But this, was like a heaven sent bath of the gods. I could've stood in that shower forever (obviously, I didn't. So maybe I couldn't have).
I expect, at least for this week, I'll be writing longer and longer posts. This room is soooo comfortable (like honestly, think of a cloud made out of care bear soul and silk and you wouldn't even get close the relief I feel.) And now that I've just (literally just) discovered that the sides of the desk are metal, I don't think there's anyway I'm leaving this room ever!
For Thought:
Which is worse? Dreadfully hot or bitter cold. Two days ago I would've said bitter cold but now, I don't know.
7.06.2010
Ice breakers
Ice breakers work to a very limited degree. One problem with breaking the ice of a group is that often you come away only knowing trivial things about groupmates. The following is a suggestion of a few, historically successful friendship creators.
1. Set up a large table with food in a room. Lock the door. Begin.
2. Bring group into a room, turn down lights, turn on romantic music, hand out condoms, begin.
3. Hand out knives to half of the group, and say that the other half has the plague and is investing their water supply. Lock door. Begin
4. Lock two people in a room. Begin
Basically, anytime you lock a door you create lasting friendships. So forget the icebreaking games and get down to business!
1. Set up a large table with food in a room. Lock the door. Begin.
2. Bring group into a room, turn down lights, turn on romantic music, hand out condoms, begin.
3. Hand out knives to half of the group, and say that the other half has the plague and is investing their water supply. Lock door. Begin
4. Lock two people in a room. Begin
Basically, anytime you lock a door you create lasting friendships. So forget the icebreaking games and get down to business!
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