May252012

Now I Know

Something strange happened today. I ran into a guy who used to bully me when I was in Jr. High. Not that I thought about him much at all over the last…. what, 15 years or so, but I always wondered what I would do if I ever saw him. Even though I am certain I could take him in a fight, though he is still a lot bigger than I am, all I did was say hello and shake his hand. No animosity, no nervousness, nothing. I can now check something else off of the “what if” bucket list. Glad to know I no longer hold grudges.

April112012

Returning to My First Love

Today, I rediscovered my love for music. Don’t get me wrong; I was never away from it, but I came across that deeper connection to it that I had been missing for a little while now. If I were to play all of the music I have straight through, it would probably take over a year to finish. When I say that I like a wide range of music that is difficult to quantify, I can say it without being arrogant. I am simply more attached to music than most. Making playlists and mix-tapes (CDs) is a joy to me. If I really like a song, I will listen to it over and over, dissecting the layers that passive ears would surely miss.

I remember back to my childhood, when I would be grounded for a year for setting a trash can on fire at school or for getting ‘F’s on my report cards because I knew even back then that school wasn’t really teaching me anything. Those times, it was just me and my music, and we were fine together.

Music, more than any other art form, makes me feel alive and inspires me to live, to create. Music has a way of putting me in tune with the universe, with my true self, in a way that few things in life can.

I don’t buy things very often, but a quality set of headphones is in my near future.

April42012

Neil DeGrasse Tyson is part of a small handful of people I would like to meet just so I could say “thank you.”

10PM

I like the video; it inspired me to think about and write the following:

As an apple tree apples, the Earth peoples. We are not the end product of a finite process; we are riding the wave of an endless continuum. One who does not test oneself and explore their existence merely spans time, stagnates, and dies without ever having truly lived. We are the only creatures on Earth who are aware of our situation and can appreciate beauty. Explore your mind, your soul, your world, your universe.

March62012

Drugs, Life, and the Status Quo

INTRODUCTION

So last Summer my life was not so great. I was having money problems, and, without going into too much detail, suffice it to say that I had a great deal to be depressed about, and I certainly was. At one point, I decided that I needed a particular direction in at least one aspect of my life. One of those my potential choices was to become a firefighter. After extensive research (I love to research things, as you will see), during my first trip ever outside of the United States, I decided that that was the direction for me. Well now, that’s not entirely true. I actually came to the conclusion while I was high. Many revelations have come to me by way of smoking, vaporizing, and ingesting marijuana. I have never been a frequent smoker, nor have I ever really been one to do it socially, but occasionally, over the years, I have enjoyed the effects of it and benefited from it.

During certain times that I have been reasonably depressed (as opposed to clinically depressed, which I am not) or had a particular problem, I have smoked and meditated on the situation. Being high helped me to see through my own bullshit and admit to myself what the real problems were. It also helped me think about things in different ways. If you have a problem, yet you think about it over and over in the same exact way, nothing is likely to change. Thinking about that thing in a different, harmless way (I’ll get to the “harmless” argument shortly) could only serve to help. To add to that, I would sometimes watch documentaries on astronomy while high, and I never forgot what I saw. What was already fascinating to me became even more so in that state, so I paid even closer attention. I would also occasionally use pot to help me deal with physical pain. Other times, it just simply felt good.

So that’s what it has meant to me. I am not at all against using it, and I would occasionally like to do so, but upon talking to some friends who are firefighters, I was told that one of the questions on the polygraph test (all potential firefighters have to take and pass them) is whether or not you have done drugs in the last two years, with the possibility of follow-up questions. As it stands now, by the time I would finish school and go into being a firefighter, enough time would have passed for me to be hired, though I would certainly fail if they were to ask about my philosophy on the matter. My dilemma lies in bigger picture. Don’t get me wrong though, the use of weed means much less to me than the prospect of having a career I could really be proud of, but I would not want to put thousands of dollars and a year of my life toward something for naught. I’m a man of principles, so I wanted to know everything I could about the topic of said dilemma so that I could make an educated choice, so I did a lot of research. The following is the result.

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March52012
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February112012

Meditation

(Good picture, eh?)

As a birthday present to myself (last month), I signed up for a course on Zen Meditation. I’ve pretty much always been into philosophy, which came from my interest in martial arts, which came from the Ninja Turtles. After years of reading about various ways of thinking, I found myself fascinated with meditation and how science has shown that it can do wonders for mental and emotional health. Plus, while I am not religious, I have always had an affinity for what I will call spirituality.

Though I understand meditation intellectually, I have only been able to do it successfully a small number of times. The class was an effort to succeed more often. While I do want to be more compassionate and happier, my reasons for taking the class were purely selfish. Those who meditate regularly have more gamma brain waves and are more conscious than those who do not. I want that – a calmer, more compassionate, more conscious me.

Just like in college, the first class was really crowded. We all took turns introducing ourselves and telling the class why we were there. Many of the people were the hyper stressed, materialistic nine-to-fivers who could not seem to figure out why their lives are so miserable. Two of them were always late to class and visibly stressed on account of being late. Not a good way to start. Two other people in the class were there because of traumatic experiences. I’m not sure about the one guy, but the other looked and spoke as if he had been shot in the face. He could not hear, his face was misshapen, and it looked as if he had undergone some reconstructive surgery. There appeared to be people from every walk of life, but fewer people than I would have imagined who had previously studied Buddhism. Some of the people were pleased to have the concept of meditation demystified for them, while about half of the class didn’t come back after the first day. What a waste of money, and indirectly, time. Before class, when we were still waiting on the teacher, people seemed to do one of two things. They would either keep their eyes on their cell phones/electronic devices, or they would look around uncomfortably and fidget in their chairs. I was among the latter group, though I did try to talk to people. 

Each week, we were given a different homework assignment, many of which I already did on a daily basis – things like being mindful of doors, parking at the back of parking lots, and being in the moment while doing certain tasks. We also were told to do an exercise in mindful eating, where one’s entire attention was on what they were eating, and nothing else. In doing that, I realized that fruits taste much better than I previously realized. I try to maximize my time, so I often do two or more things at once, like eating while watching a documentary, or cleaning my apartment while listening to a lecture. I will still do those things, but I will try to put aside some time to be in the present moment, without distractions or thinking of what I have to do next. When asked what surprised him most about humanity, the Dalai Lama replied: “Man…sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.” That being said, I want to enjoy more of my days, and stop always trying to prepare myself to enjoy the future.

I successfully meditated about four times during the five weeks of the course, which is pretty bad since I was supposed to do it every day. But hey, four in the span of just over a month is more than I had ever done before, so it’s something on which to build. Coincidentally, my neighbors would decide to start screaming at each other at just about the same time I would sit to try to meditate. Being at home was often too distracting anyway, and the group meditation in class would make me uncomfortable, so I aim to try to find a secluded spot outdoors from now on. I’m going to move next month, and if I end up where I hope, I will have a back yard to use for that purpose.

Once I get better at meditating, I may join the Zen Center, but for now, I will do my best to improve on my own. More than anything, I enjoyed the times when we went around the class and talked about our experiences and progress. Everyone had a different perspective, all of which was a learning experience to hear. People could greatly benefit from just sitting around and talking more. No parties, no booze – people have such Social A.D.D. (I’m going to keep using the term) that unless there are constant stimuli, they aren’t interested in participating. That, or maybe I’m just not trying hard enough. I’m glad I took the class.

Here’s a report on meditation and the brain. Good stuff:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkXtz72hjDI

February82012

Observations

Though I have not been as successful as I would like, I have been making more of an effort to be social. In my last post, I pointed out many shortcomings in the state of relationships these days, so I sought to change things in that regard. There have been mixed results. People are still hesitant to give face time to other people unless there’s some established fun and drinking to be had. In taking what I’m given, here are some of my recent observations:

-Birthday cake doesn’t taste as good without friends and candles.

-Belief and guilt can be quite damaging. By chance, I went to a 24 hour Mexican restaurant with two friends of mine, a guy and a gal, each a varying degree of devout Catholic. Well, to call them friends might be a bit of a stretch. I rarely see either of them, and it’s usually on account of them patronizing the bar at which I work. A better term would perhaps be “close acquaintances.” This chance trip to get food was after the bar had closed. Each of us had been drinking. I met the guy through a mutual friend, and I met the woman through work. I find her to be an Audrey Hepburn kind of gorgeous, and I think she knows I think it, so she has always had a polite, yet distant deference to me. People seem to have trouble differentiating between physical appeal and emotional attractiveness. Even if most people can’t, I can find someone attractive and want to be friendly with them, all without romantic ambition. I am far too picky to chase women. She’s not my type. If I had a dollar for every person I found attractive….. Anyway, so as we ate, the guy and I were trying to help the her solve a problem she was having with the love of her life. Essentially, the guy felt about her the way she felt about him, but he was afraid to commit to her. This guy was also Catholic, so no sex. They were everything each other wanted, short of the guy being chicken-shit. The more she talked, the more it became obvious that she enjoyed the suffering. Drama keeps things interesting for some. Before we went to get food, there was a guy at the bar who was drunkenly questioning the faith of the two people in my company. When asked, if they were confronted by Jesus, if they could say that they had lived good lives, they each answered with an enthusiastic no. They each expressed guilt in doing certain things that they wanted. Things that hurt no one, but that were wrong in the eyes of an arbitrary and intangible third party. Guilt was the theme of the evening. So, the guy friend and I gave her some very sound advice regarding her invertebrate betrothed – advice she seemed keen on taking. Toward the end of the conversation, the guy pulled a piece of metal out of his pocket. It was a trinket that someone had given to him, something he always kept with him. Faith and guilt were prevalent themes throughout the talk, and seeing that the trinket had broken during the talk had deep meaning for the guy; meaning that the girl backed up. They both kept saying “this means something.” Both of them thought that it was God trying to tell him something. I wish I thought I was so important. Don’t get me wrong – I’m hesitant to dismiss the beliefs of others, no matter how ridiculous they might be, but to think, if a God exists, that, given the scope of the universe, the billions of galaxies, the billions of “souls” that have ever existed on Earth, that he would break a piece of metal as a means of communication is illogical at best and extremely self centered at worst. Both of them talked about feeling guilty about not being faithful enough. Guilt, because I don’t think the way I’ve been told I’m supposed to think and I want things that I should not want. I just don’t get it. Does every Catholic go through life with a sense of self-hatred? As far as my personal experiences with people, I have yet to see anything but. Earlier, when the drunk man asked me if I could tell Jesus that I had lived a good life, I laughed and said yes. When he said “of course you could; you’re an Atheist” instead of correcting him, I just smiled and said “of course.” I learned a lot that night.

-People are too open with their self pity online. I try to keep my head out of my ass, but when I start feeling sorry for myself, on the rare occasions that I post about it (I think they’re rare), I don’t do it outright; I write obscure things about cake or some other subject. Too many people I know are constantly looking to be in a relationship and see their lives as incomplete and lacking when they’re not with someone. They jump from relationship to relationship, date to date, never satisfied, and I’m guessing, if they were dumped, it’s because they looked to the relationship (something outside of themselves) to make them happy instead of looking inward. I’ve been single for the better part of 7 years, and I admittedly spent (not to be confused with spend) a great deal of that time miserable that I didn’t have someone. We’re too slow to blame ourselves for our problems and too quick to try to find a solution in someone else. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to be in a relationship. To be honest, for a long time, I wasn’t mature enough to be with anyone. Now that I am, I’m unwilling to just jump into something and see what happens. Two aspects of contentment are knowing yourself and knowing what you want, and now that I know, I am unwilling to settle for anything but (I said what and not whom – certain characteristics in a person). As far as another person, there are people out there for me (my “type”), but the people I’ve come across are typically taken or not interested. I’ve even had some opportunities with people, but I haven’t taken them because I knew it would not work (and I’m not casual about relationships). One of my friends is pretty much never alone. Guys are always interested in her, and a number of times she would go into a relationship knowing that she would break up with them. That, to me, is both immoral and a waste of time. I am both busy and patient. I get lonely, but it passes – like a kidney stone sometimes, but it passes. My time will come. Too all those lonely hearts – work on yourselves, because if you’re not happy with you, how do you expect anyone else to be?

-I had an hours long conversation with some friends last month. We spoke of many topics, and none of us ever checked our phones or sought to be somewhere else. That same night, I sat around with friends and played a board game. This, along with the previously mentioned conversation, were on account of a special occasion. Friendships should not take such effort. The only times I have seen friends this year have been at parties or because someone needs a favor. I’m coining a term: “Social A.D.D.”

January62012
My point exactly

My point exactly

5AM

Online Social Networking and Human Decline

Part 1: My Technological History

While I am not old, I am not quite young anymore. Being now at the cusp of thirty, I was born at the perfect time to see an unbelievable advance in technologies while simultaneously advancing my intellect and perception of the world. I am not so young as to take those advances for granted, but not so old that the use of them is beyond my grasp. When I was around four or five years old, I thought it was the most amazing thing in the world when I got my 8-bit Nintendo system, and I spent countless hours playing Mario/Duck Hunt, Pro Wresting, Contra, and Mike Tyson’s Punch Out, among others. I still remember the cheat codes to the latter two. However, video games always took a back seat to the prospect of going outside and playing with my friends. As fun as the games were, they never could quite replace the human experience. This blog is about just that.

As I got older, and my friends and I started learning about the world, inevitable disagreements would come up. If we really wanted to settle it, we would have to ride to the library to look up the correct answer to our particular impasse. One hundred percent of the time, we opted to just forget about it and keep playing, which is perfectly fine for a kid.

America Online came out during my adolescence. For something like two dollars per hour, one could get “online” and “chat” with random people in “chat rooms.” Then there was email. The thought of hearing the words “you’ve got mail” filled me with excitement. It’s funny to think about this today, when we all probably have hundreds of items in our online junk mail boxes, yet it’s probably something noteworthy when someone mails you a written letter. I probably had a better appreciation of the internet than my friends did because my family could not afford it, and for the longest time, I did not have a computer, so I’d get online at their houses. Still, hanging out with my friends was always preferable to typing to someone on a computer.

I believe I was a senior in high school when I got my first computer – a junked out hand-me-down from (I think it was) my uncle. It took about 10 minutes to load up, would do things at a snail’s pace, had an outdated windows program, and had a whopping 400 megabytes of hard drive space. As a point of reference, that was three computers ago, and I still have my third one on hand, though it is far too slow to use anymore. I believe it was 2002 when, in response to a question someone was asked about how they spend their time, “hang out on myspace” was one a part of their answer. As I was getting more used to the internet and had a full time job at a fast food place, I decided to have my friend build me a computer. Once I figured out how to connect my computer to the internet through the phone lines (much to the annoyance of my grandparents), I checked out this myspace thing I heard about. As pretty much everyone knows, it most certainly is a place where people can go online and hang out. It’s pretty much an internet version of you: an advertisement of your pictures, interests, and everything you’re about. Back then, much like AOL before it, it was not taboo to meet people online. To this day, I have three friends who I met online. As most people were not too internet savvy, linking to other sites and videos was not so easy, so people rarely did so. Mostly, you would just write letters back and forth, or if they lived too far away, you avoided long distance phone charges (cell phones were not so great back then either, as most of you remember) and simply chatted on AIM (AOL Instant Messenger). Through the years, I used the internet more and more, but I was not as drawn to my computer as much as I am these days. Again, the internet was not what it is today, or if it was, I still did not know how to use it.

In my perception, the social networking craze, along with facebook, really took over people’s lives over the last four years or so (I do realize that is has been around longer than that, but it used to only be for college students, and I was not one at the time). These days, we are constantly bombarded with information on anything and everything. It’s really easy to send links to friends on other sites. Facebook ingeniously figured out a way for people to share information with countless people all at once via the news feed. Depending on the number of friends you have, you can likely see a new post every single minute of the day. No matter how trivial, there’s always something new to see. It’s also really great because it’s really easy to keep up with the day to day lives of those we might not otherwise see, such as friends and loved ones who live great distances away. Also, instead of trying to email a couple of pictures at a time, we can upload a seemingly infinite number of them and share with people via said news feed or by simply “tagging” them, which is quite convenient. On the flip side, social networking sites make us less likely to spend time around people we would otherwise see on a fairly regular basis. Here’s where the bad starts.

Part 2: Losing Ourselves

At best, sites like that and the immediacy of the internet can be wonderful tools for keeping in touch, finding out about subjects of interest, and learning. At worst, and that’s where we’re headed, it can actually get in the way of life and make us lose the ability to actually live.

Thanks to the internet, there is an unimaginable amount of information at our fingertips. In mere seconds, I can find out the important dates on World War II, look up what the number one song was during the week of my birth, you name it. In a sense though, we have no need to actually know anything anymore because we can just look it up, use the information to our ends, and forget about it all over again. A lot of people I know feel validated in arguing points that they looked up but don’t necessarily know. Living under the assumption that you’re smart because you can look things up online is the equivalent to thinking you can beat everyone up because you carry a gun.

People spend so much less time with other people these days that actual social interaction is an event in itself. When people go out, they frequently take their cameras (or cell phones with cameras) and post about every little thing they do. Much more often, people opt to sit at home and socialize through their computers. It’s not entirely bad, because some of my friends will post news articles of interest that I might not have otherwise seen, but more often than not, we get to see what people are doing on farmville type games (until we learn how to block that crap), get subjected to countless internet memes (though I have to admit that some of them are funny), or read about how they’re stuck in traffic or buying a new pair of shoes.

We are forgetting how to communicate with each other without a computer or phone as the go between. Even with phones, people rarely talk on them anymore, but instead choose to send text messages back and forth. Quite often, I hear the excuse that texting is more to the point, freeing us from having to make small talk or hearing about non-essentials. I find that to be insulting. In essence, they are saying “I want to be connected with you, but I don’t want to deal with you.” By being constantly connected to those we know by way of technology, it has become next to impossible to make connections with new people by chance. People are so wrapped up in their connections, that much of the time their attention is not even on the task or place at hand. Think about how many times you’ve been in a public place and seen countless people either engaged on phone conversations or texting, often times even when they’re in a situation in which they need to talk to the person in front of them or, you know, drive their fucking car. Years of retail work have made me altogether dismiss a person as not worth knowing if they stay on their phone while being checked out in a line. If it’s an important phone call, then they should not be shopping, and if it’s not, they imply that the checkout person is beneath them and not worth respecting. I rarely use my phone in public, and I never use my phone when dealing with people in real life. Which brings up another point. On those rare occasions that people actually agree on a time and place to meet, many never fully participate in those experiences; they check status updates, see what others are up to, send and respond to texts, and altogether cheapen the experience in which they are halfheartedly engaged. We have become addicted to instant gratification and no longer have the attention spans to participate in idealistic, enriching conversations. This is not the case with everyone, but I am finding fewer and fewer exceptions as time goes on.

Spontaneity is all but dead anymore. Think of the last time you called someone at random and asked them to do something. If, in fact, you did something like that, how often were you turned down for a reason that you considered to be something of a cop-out? “Who all is going?” “Did you make an event?” “I’d better not; I stayed up late last night.” Social networking sites perpetuate hermitic tendencies. We have become little lab rats, self-deprived and scared of stimuli, shocked to the core if someone tries to take us out of our routines and comfort zones, and as a result, we will lose the ability to really live. I remember a Simpsons episode where Marge was trying to get the kids to do yard work, a request they refused. When taken to something like an arcade (it has been a long time since I have seen it), they were excited at the prospect of playing the yard work simulator video game. That is a perfect metaphor for what our lives are becoming. We are living through technology instead of through direct experience, and we are becoming less human on account of it. We are at risk of losing the very humanity to which we are so desperate to stay connected.

My challenge to you, dear reader, is to not spend so much time on the internet (yes, I realize that this blog is posted there) and spend more time in the presence of the people you know, and not just at some pre-planned party or night club. Go to a museum with someone, engage in philosophical discussion, start a book group, join a band, whatever, but don’t let the internet be your means of communicating with the world around you. Certainly keep your hobbies and your needs for alone time met, but try to find a good balance between the extremes of being an empty socialite and a shut-in. A profile will never laugh with you, a skype conversation can never hug you, and no matter how personal a status update, it is a cold, removed fact to the reader. Go out and live while you still have a chance.

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