Carry the Fire

“This shit has got to go.” That phrase, more than any other, stuck with me all these years. Every since I first heard it in Zeitgeist Moving Forward, spoken by now the late Jacque Fresco, it struck a cord with me. The world simply cannot go on the way that it is. We cannot keep gobbling up the natural resources of this planet with reckless abandon. We cannot keep wreaking havoc on the environment. We cannot sustain the massive inequality that we have created. The world cannot take it. It will break under our weight and immaturity. This shit truly must go.

Jacque Fresco was a man who carried in himself a vision for what humanity could be. He saw our potential and spent his very long life pursuing that vision. Two days ago, Jacque Fresco, the futurist, and the founder of The Venus Project passed into history. For one hundred and one years the world has had this fire of a human being among us. Today, we must carry that fire on. The fate of the world and of our civilization is now in our hands. I suppose it always was.

Now more than ever, we are at a crossroads. The biological systems of this world are stressed, almost to their breaking point. One way or the other, this shit will go. Either we will be flushed along with it into a nightmare future that no one wants. Or, we will harness our intelligence and the better angels of our nature, and climb out of this mess. I’m almost forty. My time here is but a little while, For the sake of all those who come after me, I really hope we collectively chose the high road.

Carry the fire. Don’t let it go out.

The Fat Beast within

It’s Employee Appreciation week at work. This is something that my workplace does every year to show their heartfelt gratitude for the feeble efforts of us little guys. I say that in jest. My company does put a lot of effort into keeping us happy, and that’s a hell of a lot more than I can say for most places. Sure, like all top-down, hierarchial organizations, it has its faults, but there are far worse places out there. I’ve worked at a few. There are places out there that don’t give two shits about their rank and file employees, places that view their people, the lifeblood of their organizations, as just another resource to be exploited. I have much to be thankful for in this department.

So, this week my work is catering meals every day and has a continually filled popcorn machine on the grounds. The old me would revel in these facts, and not give a second thought to stuffing his fat face with reckless abandon. The me of today is locked in an internal struggle, a battle of wills. On the one side is my rational mind, which has helped me lose seventy pounds, and does not want to see me lose ground. However, on the other side, is a thoughtless and hungry animal, that doesn’t give a rat’s ass about getting and staying in shape. This beast only cares about its next burrito or cupcake. This creature knows no self-control. So far, the beast has had its way.

I am going to have to get a grip soon, or I will lose all the progress that I have made. I know I can do this. I have proven that I can do this. And most importantly, I really, really want to do this. With that said, tomorrow is lasagna day, and the beast is hungry.

That’s all for tonight, friends. Thanks for reading!

SJW’s Satan and Mother’s Day

Hello, my friends. Once again, it is Saturday. I find myself sitting on the couch in my quiet house. The only sounds are the rhythmic snores of three dogs, and the faint hum of an electric fan in an adjacent room. It’s overcast outside, so it is comfortably dark in the living room. It felt like an ideal time to do a little writing, so here I am.

I just finished listening to some lectures by Dr. Jordan Peterson, of Toronto University. Dr. Peterson has gotten a lot of attention as of late from the Social Justice Warrior crowd, who regard him as the Devil incarnate. I’m new to this drama, but I believe the main reason is his refusal to use alternative gender pronouns when asked (demanded) to by those who would like him to do so. Apparently, this has become such a thing in Canada that the Canadian government is trying to enact legislation to force its citizenry to use such words. I don’t know enough about the issue yet to speak with any kind of intelligence on the matter, so I won’t. I just wanted to say that I discovered Dr. Peterson as a result of his demonization by the SJW’s, and I’m glad I did. He has several hundred hours of video on Youtube, on a variety of interesting subjects. His talks revolve around phycology and philosophy. He has some really interesting takes on things. Check out his Youtube channel when you get a chance.

This is Mother’s Day weekend. I don’t spend as much time with my mother as I know I should. I only live about twenty minutes away, so I have no real excuse. I want to have a closer and better relationship with her, but like most things in my life, I tend to procrastinate. This is chief among my flaws. The big problem with this is that neither of us is going to live forever. Every moment that passes in this life is forever lost and can never be reclaimed. With that in mind, I am going to propose to my mom that we plan a regular time, every week, to get together. I don’t want to waste any more time.

Another thing that Denice and I have procrastinated on in having children. Natural children have been denied us by the universe. But, there’s more that one way to have children in this world. We have talked about adoption, but have always had something stand in the way of us actually doing it. It reminds me of the old saying: “If you really want something then you will find a way, if you don’t, then you will find an excuse.” Well, I think this is something that we both really want. I think this Mother’s Day is the time to begin the journey to make Denice a mom. It is time to find a way, no matter what the obstacles.

Till next time.

A sleepy Sunday morning

It’s Sunday morning. Denice is still sleeping. The dogs are laying on the couch next to me. The sound of the washing machine drones away in the background. It’s quiet. I’m taking the time to relax. I’ve got the Joe Rogan Experience qued up. In this episode, he’s interviewing Abby Martin, formerly from Russia Today. This is pretty much how I unwind.

Last night we watched Hacksaw Ridge. It was pretty good. I didn’t know until the end that it was based on a true story, of a real person. If you haven’t seen it, I don’t want to spoil it for you but be ready, there is a shit ton of carnage. It is a war movie after all. War is not pretty.

This reminds me of a conversation I had with one of my coworkers last week. We were talking about the series on Netflix called, ‘Penny Dreadful.’ It is a horror drama set in late 19th century London. Anyway, the show is loaded with Violence and gore (obviously), and a modest amount of sex. What was amazing to me is that my coworker didn’t seem to have a problem with her daughter watching the extreme violence of Penny Dreadful, which includes but is not limited to: people being shot, stabbed, impaled, and dismembered. There were also some scenes that showed the bodies of murdered children and babies. All of that was just fine. Where she drew that line was when it got into all “the bad sexual stuff.” Really? You don’t see an issue with exposing your young daughter to nightmare-fule violence, but you do have a problem with a couple of brief scenes of a consensual and non-violent sexual encounter between two adults? I just have to shake my head and marvel at the mind job that conservative Christian culture has done on us.

Ok, back to this sleepy Sunday morning. It’s almost noon. In a few minutes, I’m going to wake Denice up, and we are going to have a great day. It is a beautiful day outside. I think I need to treat my skin to a little bit of warm sunshine. I recommend you all do the same.

Signing off, with much love.

 

The Friendly Skys, and my Funk

Hello, friends. It’s been a while since my last post. I’ve been in a little bit of a funk lately. I’m trying to pull myself out of it and reestablish my good habits. Like with most things in life, it’s a continual struggle. Writing is definitely one of my good habits. Aside from this public blog, I also have private journals, which I have also been neglecting. The funk, like the rain, comes periodically, but it always gives way to the sun again.

Our trip to Colorado happened. It was good to spend time with our family there. We didn’t do a lot besides hang out at the house, play cards, and generally catch up with everyone. This trip was really more of a test run to see how flying standby was going to work. One of our close friends is an employee of United airlines and has graciously added us to his travel pass program. This allows us to fly at cost (under $40 a leg), as long as there are empty seats on the flight. For the most part, everything worked fine. Our first flight was canceled due to mechanical problems, but we were able to get out the next day. The only problem we had was me getting motion sickness.

I have never experienced motion sickness before. In fact, my stomach is usually ironclad. I can fall asleep on most roller coasters, so having this happen on an airplane was really unexpected. I think it had something to do with the bizarre combination of food that I had eaten that morning. I started the day out with a bag of Combos and a Coke. On the flight, the attendant offered us a snack box, since we had to endure sitting on their plane for so long the previous day. Oh, forgot to mention that we boarded and deplaned twice on the ill-fated flight. Back to the infamous snack box. The box contained an assortment of meats, cheeses, crackers, and M&M’s. I ate some of all the items. So, I had this devil’s brew churning in my stomach, and the flight was a bumpy one. Nausea wasted no time seizing me. It was horrible. I spent most of the flight teetering on the verge of blowing chunks. It took every ounce of focus and energy that I had to prevent this from happening on the plane. When we landed, I made a b-line for the bathroom, where I remained, violently barfing, for about half an hour.

I suppose I can’t let this post go without saying something about the United controversy. I’ve flown with United a few times, even before the whole standby thing, and I have never had a problem. Their people have always been super nice and helpful. The video of Dr. Dao getting wrenched out of his seat and drug away like an animal was pretty hard to watch. Obviously, I condemn the violence that was used to force him off the plane. It shouldn’t have happened, but in a way, I’m glad it did. Large corporations seldom change their policy unless they are forced to. This viral video footage and the ensuing national outrage against United will ensure that the airlines take a hard look out how they treat passengers. Last I heard United is even talking about doing away with their practice of overbooking flights altogether. So there is a lot of positive change in the works now, thanks to Dr. Dao’s stubbornness. With all that said, my thoughts are that the dude should have got off the plane before being manhandled off. This is basically my personal policy with people who are “in authority.” If it were me, just like if I were being treated unfairly by the police, I would calmly state that I believe they are in the wrong to demand that I do something against my will, and then I would shut my trap and comply. Why? Because the police and security personnel are human beings. They do not like having their supposed authority challenged. As we seen in the video, things can get ugly when you cross that line. I would begrudgingly comply with their demands, and complain and possibly sue the shit out of them later. However, that wouldn’t make for a good game-changing viral video though, so thanks, Dr. Dao for taking one for the team.

We must remember that everyone we deal with in our day to day lives are also human beings. I have found that the simple act of being nice to the people who serve us goes a long, long way. Sure, you can be an asshole if you want. It’s a free country after all. Just remember that when they need someone to get off their plane, it’s probably not going to be the guy who smiled at them and asks them how their day is going. Treat people well, and life will get a lot easier for you, I guarantee it.

Back to my funk. For the past few weeks, I have been losing ground with my weight loss. I am still doing the intermittent fasting, and only eating once a day. However, I haven’t been doing well on my food choices. Last week, due to poor planning, we had fast food every day. Thanks to the fasting I haven’t ballooned up to 300 pounds, but I have gotten back up into the 250’s. I’ve been gaining about 1.5 pounds a week. This has got to stop. I’m going to make sure that we get to the store and stock up on healthy food for next week, and with any luck, I will be back on track by next Saturday.

That’s all I have for now. Till next time.

A workweek from the Devil’s sulfuric armpit

Hi, fiends. It’s been a few days since my last post. I have had a very rough week. Sit back and relax, let me tell you about it.

Around Tuesday I started getting sick. At first, it didn’t seem like much, just a run-of-the-mill Cold. The symptoms were all respiratory; coughing, sneezing, wheezing, nasal congestion, sinus pressure, etc. It all got progressively worse as the week went on. Thursday night and Friday morning were especially rough with continual episodes of coughing. The worst part of this whole experience was having to go to work through it all.

Under normal circumstances, I would have called in and taken a couple of days of sick time to recover. Unfortunately, we were not operating under normal circumstances. Due to several factors that would take too long to explain, my workload has more than doubled the last couple of weeks. It is a temporary surge that just happened to hit at the worst possible time. Complicating matters, my only coworker who is trained to fill in for me when I’m gone was on scheduled vacation, and also sick, by the way. Another coworker had a similar (if not the very same thing) sickness and had to call out for two days. So, we are buried in work to the point where I had no choice but to be there.

I sucked it up and worked the entire sixty hour week, sick. There were a couple of time that I thought I was going to have to fold, but I toughed it out. I’m sure that doing this has only prolonged my recovery time.

So, the work week from the fiery pit of hell is now behind me. It should be easy sailing now, right? Um, no. Next week I am indeed on vacation, which is awesome. And, we are also traveling to Colorado to visit Denice’s family and have fun in general, which is also awesome. The problem is that I am still sick, and Denice is apparently coming down with the same nasty stuff. I am feeling somewhat improved this morning, but she is just getting started. This has the potential to throw a monkey wrench into our plans. So, we are leaving on Tuesday. I hope we will be able to pull ourselves together in time to have a really fun trip. We’ll see.

I know this post sounds like a big fat wad of complaining, and it somewhat is. However, I did get some good Stoic training in through the experiences. There was a multitude of time where I found myself mentally focusing on all the problems and worrying about what may happen as a result. I was able to correct my thinking and accept my circumstances and my related decisions, temporarily anyway. I feel like I have gotten a little stronger.

More to come.

Begging your forgivness

I apologize for my hiatus. Don’t you hate it when bloggers and vloggers say that? Every time I heard one of the people that I subscribe to say, “I’m so sorry it’s been so long since my last video/post,” I cringed. I didn’t care. It’s your channel/blog/podcast, make content whenever you damn well please. Sure, if you are interesting I will miss you, but I’ll get over it. I honestly doubt that anyone takes notice when I miss a day or two of blogging. If you do, the God bless you, my loyal reader. You have done well. Now get a life. Just kidding.

Anyway, my struggle with the Standard American Diet (SAD) continues. I was looking over the spreadsheet that I track my weight in, and found a pattern. For the past couple of months, I have been holding steady at around 245 pounds. One week I will lose 1.5 pounds, and the next week I will gain it back. This whole time I have been faithfully doing my intermittent fasting protocol. During the week I eat only once a day. The problem is that I have been eating the standard junk food diet that the average American eats. Sure, I’m only eating it once a day, but the result is that I am not losing any weight. I am holding my ground. I am still experiencing the freedom from stomach problems that used to plague me, and I credit that to allowing my GI track to rest for twenty hours out of the day. But, I would really like to start making ground again.

I know in my previous post that I said that I was getting back on track. That didn’t happen. I was unable to muster the willpower to do it. I am not giving up, though. I plan to try again this week, with a few modifications. I’m scrapping the whole ‘wristband’ idea. I tried it for a  couple of days, and surprise, it didn’t prevent me from eating junk. I think instead I am going to go back to basics with my old 3pm to 7pm window. I am going to take a bag of walnuts and a couple of Cutties (small oranges) with me to eat on my way home from work. That’s what I used to do, and I believe it helped me to stay on track. The other thing is that I have got to work in some physicall excersie into the equation. I am going to try to get in three quick resistance workouts a week. My work place has an excersie room with dumbells and kettlebells. I must start taking advantage of it.

I’m hoping that If I can successfully jumpstart my weightloss plan again that all the other stuff will follow suite. I don’t want to be one of those bloggers who shamelssly abandon their writting and readers for months on end, only to come crawling back, apologizing for not being there. That’s not me.

So, that’s all for now. How have you peeps been holding up without me? Hit me up in the comments or on Twitter sometime.