Thursday 27 November 2008

Light

What I think of as Light
is nothing but a reflection.

The beacon's halo is so admirable 
from a distance,
so seemingly pure.
The light on someone's face,
making them shine in your sky,
is but energy from another source
bouncing back at you.

Light.

We hold it up,
are drawn to it,
follow it,
seek its source.

But we can't ever see the Light itself;
the surroundings it illuminates
are the proverbial trees obstructing the forest.

Stars shining on the stillness of the Bay at night
show only themselves against a smooth surface,
obscuring the life brimming beneath it.

I can't see the Light.
I can only see the things basking in it.

Sunday 23 November 2008

It's Here

The winter of my discontent. Or the discontent of my winter.

F. Scott Fitzgerald said, "In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day." If a year were a day, the winter would be 3am for me, day after day.

It's cold, cold to the marrow of my bones. And I live in Florida! That's how big a wuss I am when it gets under 50 degrees. I tell myself to "suck it up and be a man", but the cold does something to me, deeper than the shivers. My feet and hands get so cold, and it's hard to think when my brain has icicles hanging from its wrinkles. My senior year of college, when I lived in an old house without central air or heat, I remember being certain I'd never really feel warm again.

But I did. Hemingway has a great quote about springtime in Paris, that winter lasts so long that you almost become afraid that spring won't make it. You begin to think that it won't happen, but one night you wake up and see the blossoms on the trees brought on by a warm wind in the night. Suddenly, when things are green again, I realize that I've thawed out completely before I knew I'd even begun to defrost.

So I have that hope to look forward to. Until then, it's cold. There are certain wintertime comforts, like family holidays, fireplaces and football that cheer me, but UGH, it's COLD. It gets colder after the World Series, and the absence of baseball exacerbates this feeling.

But it's still winter, and it's just beginning. My pre-New Year's resolution will be to seek every wintertime silver lining I can, to not just view it as the frozen hell I have to pass through before I get to the heaven of spring, but its own special time. Somehow, I may even come to embrace the low temperature and ignore the physiological effects it has on my body.

In the immortal words of Brett Favre, "It's mind over matter; if you don't mind, it don't matter."

Tuesday 4 November 2008

My "Rights"

Revolution is in the air. Yay.

Someone, who isn't ashamed to say he is "very liberal" (thank you facebook for allowing us to properly label ourselves), made this statement to people who make a salary over a certain amount - "hush up... you owe us!" Um, yeah. Let me just show the whole thing so you can get an idea of the ridiculousness of this, not to make him look bad, but it saddens me that the majority of Americans agree with him.

(P.S. What pisses me off about these "open-minded" liberals is that you can't disagree with them at all or they'll label you a homophobic capitalist Jesus freak, or some other such nonsense")

I am not entitled to ANYTHING. I'm not entitled to freedom of speech or the right to bear arms - I'm not even entitled to sound mind and body! People who are born with no arms, did they have the right to a full set of limbs? Why is it, that just because I'm AMERICAN, I should feel like I have allllll these "rights"? Hey man, I've been to a 3rd world country where they don't have the right to police or infrastructure (how bout walking 3 miles on broken mountain roads to get to church?) .

NO ONE OWES ME ANYTHING. We don't have rights, we have blessings. We have grace. That's all. None of us deserves crap, but the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. He makes it rain on the just and the unjust. Time and chance happen to us all.

Don't confuse me with being ungrateful, I'm not taking any of this for granted at all. I'd like to thank the people who play Lotto for my education. I'd like to thank the people who buy gasoline for the roads I drive on. Oh yeah, my mom bought my car with the money her mother left her when she died. The police? Hey man, I run from them just like evvvverybody else.

Just read this crap, it blew my mind. Whatever, I have to go to orientation for community service. I told the judge I'd rather pay rent than my traffic ticket so she's mandating my benevolence toward our fair city, God bless her.



Eric is quite sure that you will receive the lion's share of whatever wealth Barack proposes to share so calm down. If you are above the $ line hush up, you owe us! 10:35pm - 5 Comments
Haylee Slaughter at 8:43am October 29
I couldn't disagree with you more, and I'm young and poor. Rich people don't owe me anything.
Eric at 11:12am October 29
well then thank the poor tax paying people who paid for your education, pay for your roads, your police, your firefighters, your hospitals. I guess you think that they owe you everything because they have given it to you.
Haylee Slaughter at 3:26pm October 29
I never said I was ungrateful for any of that, nor did I imply that "poor tax-paying people" didn't have anything to do with the creature comforts that all Americans enjoy. I just meant to say that I refuse to feel entitled for any of it.
Eric at 3:43pm October 29
you are not entitled to infrastructure? to security? to education? you want to get everything for yourself that the government provides now? You are entitled to these things because we are part of a society, something folks on the right have never figured out. The idea that any of these people made it without help is ridiculous. while you think you are not entitled to any of it Wall Street has no trouble taking money off my table for their excesses and criminal mismanagement. Maybe that is the way to keep people down, don't let them think they deserve anything and keep it for the top.
Haylee Slaughter at 9:50am November 1
Eh, I'd rather pull a Henry David Thoreau. When this country finally destroys itself it'll be a survival-of-the-fittest scenario, and I'll be ready for "stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center" and I'll "wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life" and "climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower." and look down and "see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway." But as for now, I'm happy to have been born in a country where we take "givens" like infrastructure and education for granted rather than one of the 3rd world ones we feel so obligated to take care of. I'm obviously not into politics and don't claim to know what I'm talking about, but not being required to have a strong opinion either way is one of the things I value most about being an American.

Saturday 1 November 2008

I Have No Idea

I had somewhat of a Tyler Durden experience this summer: Suddenly I woke up and realized how much destruction I'd caused while I thought I was dreaming and rushed around at the end to make things right and still ended up watching the buildings crumble.

The technical term for it is "maniac."

I acted on impulse, motivated by strong emotions I no longer feel and it severely impacted a near stranger in a very negative way. And now I have an enemy.

Yay.

The bigger shame isn't me having an enemy, but how it affected this kid. He has evvvvvery right to say the hateful things he keeps saying about me, and I don't blame him for not being over it yet. I compleeeetely understand if he decides to hate me forever because the things I said and did to him are pretty much unforgivable to anybody but Jesus. He said some awwwwful things to me as well, but it's immaterial.

I thought I was in love and wrote a lot of inspired, heart-felt stuff about it (anything you see on this blog written in Hindu was about him), but that just goes to show how deceitful the heart is, because I honestly feel nothing but sympathy for him now. That may sound even worse, but it's so odd to see someone (all the freaking time) I barely spent much time with and know that my mere existence hurts him and pisses him off. He's like a ghost that I can't really look at or touch or speak to but the tension and anger is almost tangible. It's confusing too because my heart's memory of it is gone and I have to remind myself why I get such dirty looks from him. I am disturbed when I compare how convinced I was about how I felt for him and now, when it feels like it just switched off. It makes me think I shouldn't ever trust my own feelings again.

It was CRAZY. IIIIII was crazy (a "maniac"). There's a lot of things I could say that I "know" from what he told me about himself and from my own personal experience of getting screwed over similar to his (but not nearly as extreme), and maybe I'd be right about those things, but just analyzing the data yields this: someone I barely know hates my guts, and I gave him every right to do that.

I wish I could take it all back - not because I cared so much about him once, but because he's a human being. I tried to apologize and he wouldn't accept and I tried to call a truce for rugby's sake (the reason we still see each other all the time) and he wouldn't acknowledge that either, so technically my hands are clean. I forgive me and God forgives me, and this kid's resentment toward me is ultimately his choice. I can honestly say I'd rather we never met at all that have it be like it is now, but I have to remember that it is the way it is now for a reason. I thought I understood why back when I thought I loved him but it's all a foggy blur now. However I'm confident I'll come to understand what the situation means for my life and that he'll come to understand it for himself and have some peace about it as well. In 8 or 9 years...