hindi transliteration

i love foreign languages that don't look anything like ours. i think arabic looks more like a painting than a language. but my favorite is cyrillic. that has nothing to do with anything at all.

and that is the way i like it.

lest we have forgotten (they say that "Don't know what you got till it's gone"), i would like to dedicate this line from a song to my wife, whom i love dearly (as we all know, as we have suffered for four tough months of hearing about little else, heh heh): If only I had one wish, I'd want a million trillion lifetimes/that I could spend with you.../Fall in love with you again and again.

goddamn, but i am a bawlbaby.

'tis the season, and every year round this time, this line pops into my head: So this is Xmas/And what have you done cause every year at this time, i reflect. on the year. on my life to date. on the world.

i still firmly believe that we need a fucking plague to thin us out quite a bit. is it just rosey memories, or were people more geared towards giving at this time of year when i was younger? seems like they are just in a fucking hurry and sod everyone else this time of year now. i hate going to the malls within two weeks of christmas because everyone is shoving and yelling and glowering and i just want to start throwing knees and elbows whilst humming my most angry mosh songs. and that is so far removed from the reason for the season.

but more importantly, what have you (me) (we) done the rest of the year? it is all fine n dandy that we are in a giving mood as the holidays approach, but what about in april, or on february third?

when did christmas become about stuff instead of people? i can assure you, the beloved non-existant reader, that the horrendous driving in lakewood has gotten exponentially worse as the holidays drew closer. because everyone is in a fucking hurry. because everyone thinks their issues are the only ones that matter. because jealousy and anger abound in a season that should be full of peace and giving. maybe it has always been that way, and i am just opening my eyes to it. i never was a big believer in "things were better in my day" because i think the shit has always been there, we just start noticing it more the older we get, but honestly, i am half tempted to say, "people didn't act that way when i was younger" (younger, hahaha, krissie says i always talk like i am 80 and could drop dead at any moment. some of my other friends say i have an "old soul." maybe that is why i talk that way, i don't know.)

whatever the case may be, o my beloved non-existant readers, i wish you and yours a very happy holidays. i say holidays simply because i know not everyone celebrates christmas. and that is good, and as it should be.

and with that, and fueled by a post at snuffleupagus' blog, and further fueled by some of the comments made by others at said post, begin rant: the beautiful thing about this dumb little marble in the "hungry hippo" game that is the universe is diversity. how beautiful to sit down with a national geographic and discover that people who look, act, dress, and behave completely differently than myself still all have the same basic feelings and needs and wants. someone with green skin (and i choose green simply because i don't want to pick any one specific ethnicity, o my beloveds) is not devoid of love, or avarice, or happiness, or anger. and that is a great thing. we are so different, yet all the same. and bad things happen when we either try to make everyone the same, or eschew the differences. how wonderful it is to sit down with close friends and discuss such things as the "black man's tax" or whether my wife has ever felt she needed to prove something because she was a woman. how my mind expands during these discussions. how i gain a greater knowledge of the world at large, and even myself, by embracing and attempting to understand our many and varied differences. and not just learning about them, and embracing them, but accepting them, and respecting them. let me repeat: respecting them. by respecting them, motherfucker. because i have been afforded respect of my beliefs and ways by people who didn't like them, or agree, or maybe even understand. and that respect goes both ways. and when i haven't been afforded a modicum of respect, i have felt attacked, and angry, and i have even come to blows. so why then, should i act shocked if i am not affording respect to my fellow man, that he then should get pissed off? exactly, i am not allowed. he has every right. but if i am attempting to understand, and respect (because it all comes back to simple respect) his ways, then we all gain. we all learn. we all near ourselves to becoming god-like, and expand our understanding. and that seems to be, to me anyhow, our reason for occupying this humble rock. that being said, it is impossible to not offend someone somewhere along the line, and some people are actually looking for any reason to be offended. i try to avoid these people.

end rant.

by sheer dumb luck i left the house this morning attired completely in black. i didn't set out to make any kind of statement, i just grabbed clothes and hey, presto! gothboy emerged.

thanks for playing along, o my beloved, beleagured, and patient non-existants. have a good one.

darth sardonic