Finding the Fun in a Harsh World

This blog is dedicated to finding the humor in everything. This is a harsh world at times and as they say, humor is the best medicine.

On The Road by Jack Kerouac – Some Thoughts

Some random thoughts in no particular order about Jack Kerouac’s classic On The Road.

“Yes, Yes, Yes!” 

I find it interesting that I finally got around to reading this at almost the exact age as Neal Cassady was when he died. 

I loved that I could really “get” and feel the music the way Kerouac describes it, I could almost hear it.

Why didn’t I read this years ago? Doh!

No One Is Listening

This is absolutely, positively not me whining. This is me simply acknowledging that, by and large, I’m alone in the world. That is the simple fact and it’s OK. I have to be, to live my life no matter how many people are watching. I’m here. And I do matter. I’ve let myself become crippled by fear, a lot of which is fear of how people perceive me or judge me. I can’t do it like this anymore, it doesn’t work and I’m wasting whatever time I have left and I’m just too damned old for that. I choose to live. I’m listening.

Onward!

I have purchased two domain names and am working getting those up, but I’m so scatterbrained that I think I should use this one too because it’s so simple and I have to just do it.

But as of now there is nothing there…but God and ADD meds willing, they will be soon.

Until then, I will post here just to keep posting even if it’s all over the place.

The sites are:

Shagmefrida.com

Ohgodwhatnow.com

Don’t Watch This Video

Dolly Parton and Miley Cyrus Singing Jolene

Here is a little curiosity I found on YouTube. Thought I’d share.

Gun Permits to Blind People? Good Thinking Iowa.

I’m a very passionate believer in fairness and treating people with respect regardless of a disability…but blind people with guns? I’m not anti gun and I’m certainly not anti blind people or anyone with disabilities.  In fact I think people with different challenges in life have a lot to contribute…sometimes despite their disability and often because of it.  I could even be accused of being…dare I say it…politically correct!   But you can’t get so lost in a principle that you lose your mind.  And the great state of Iowa has done exactly that…it’s lost it’s mind.  According to The Washington Post and The Des Moines Register, in 2011 the Iowa passed gun permit changes that doesn’t allow the state to discriminate against anyone with a physical disability in owning a gun.  Sorry Iowa you FAIL.  Sometimes you need to discriminate.  I confess I am very much anti gun toting blind people.  I can’t imagine that people who are totally or even legally blind would even want to carry a deadly weapon for their own safety as well as others.  You want to believe in people’s own common sense, in their ability to recognize their own limitations; as human beings we all have limitations. But then I remember that everyone with a physical disability has same opportunity to be a moron as anyone else.  An idiot is an idiot.  And an idiot with a gun is always dangerous.  

People with disabilities have to fight everyday against unfair discrimination and this kind of ridiculousness will only make it harder to be taken seriously.  

 

 

 

The Des Moines Register Article

The Washington Post Article

 

WTF? Self-defenestration??

SELF-DEFENESTRATION!

 

I came upon this word quite innocently during my daily perusal of Wikipedia’s Recent Death’s list.  A certain Mr. Marek Špilár(God bless cut and paste!) a Slovakian footballer, had commit suicide by self-defenestration at the tender age of 38.  What could this mean?? Of course with my intensely morbid sense of curiosity I had to know.  It sounded like a dark and sinister method of suicide that has such appeal those who revel in the Gothic romance of depression.  With no disrespect to the late Mr. Špilár, I felt I must begin my investigation of this deliciously dark sounding mystery immediately. Lovingly and giddy with the immense anticipation of a neurotic madwoman,  I dove into my research and clicked on those tantalizing words which sent me into illumination.

It sent me to a page headed by the word Defenestration and immediately my eyes drifted left to the small illustrations provided.  AHA!  They were old black and white drawings!  Possibly European from as far back as the Middle Ages!  My mind went immediately to thoughts of torture devices and screaming crowds of the angry masses…I had to look more closely!  I had to know!  There was chaos in each picture!  Small mobs of men each one carrying a man toward a window!  This was too much mystery to be endured…so my eyes greedily went back to the right and began reading as fast as I could.

“Defenestration is the act of throwing someone or something out of a window”  Wikipedia informs me.  Hmmm.  Interesting.  I felt some disappointment that Mr. Marek Špilár was not a darkly romantic hero whose depression drove him to some bizarre act of mutilation…he was just a jumper.  A jumper.  Sigh.  Probably a mentally unstable guy given to bouts of depression and couldn’t overcome the end of his sports career so he chucks himself out of a window.  A sad story, but not uncommon or shocking.

This aside, I still felt some moderate excitement with the word.  Why would a contributor to Wikipedia phrase it as such?  This can’t be a common term!  And dear God who would have ever thought there was an actual word for it?  Or that there could even be any such need?  What sort of mind would devise such a term?  But the spell had been broken and only a mild curiosity to know anymore remained.  Still, I felt that this word was worthy of notice and I believe worth of sharing.

I will have to try to remember it…and find some use for it.  I’m sure during many break ups spurned lovers have committed the grievous act of defenestration against innocent cell phones and computers.  Far stranger things have happened indeed.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-defenestration#Self-defenestration_.28jumping_out_of_a_window.29

Too Much World…Too Little Time

Life passes so fast and so slow.  I am out of my depth.  All I can do is to find the funny in it all.  It get’s hard to do at times, but its the only way for me to find salvation.  I used to love learning, though I realize that I can only remember so much.  Make the bloody best of it all!!

Too Many Words

People talk too much.  Seriously get to the point.