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Noah Counte

Hanging around in a one horse town

Posts tagged with "personal"

No Such Thing as Big Things

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Themugs made a thought-provoking reminder regarding American politics and the War in Iraq yesterday. The post was timely for me, as I recently had a conversation with a coworker that reminded me of this very point. It’s time that I weigh in.

First, you’ll notice I’ve put up a sticky post. I swore I would never do that, as scrolling to find the latest post is irritating to me, and I didn’t want to subject you to such irritation. It’s a short post, and hopefully, its content will be worth having it consume prime browser real estate. I intend to leave it as long as it makes sense to remind ourselves that while we trade banter , recipes and affection, there are people embroiled in activities that affect lives (and cause deaths). The post contains a link to a page I created with counters that track US war dead and US dollars spent in the war effort. I hope you will reflect on these stunning numbers from time to time. If I can find counters that track civilian casualties and other things that underscore the horror, you will see them added to the page.

The reason this goes up now, is because I had a walk to lunch with one of my coworkers Friday. She’s going through a rough spot in both her personal and professional lives, as am I. There is a great deal going on at home, and huge changes coming at work for both of us. It’s something of a struggle, and we went back and forth complaining about how hard we have it. It’s nice to vent.

Eventually, conversation turned to other things, and she started to talk about the War in Iraq. I don’t remember what was said, exactly, but I said “sometimes, I have to ignore the big stuff, so I can handle the small stuff.” Her reply was that there is no big stuff. Wow. What this means, of course, is all the big stuff ends up in your yard. Right. We've spent well over 500 billian dollars making war. That's a lot of dollars not being spent on making people's lives better. If you think it's coming out of our collective savings, think again. Our leaders have saddled each of us, man, woman and child, with $25,000 in debt to the Chinese. A family of four has a $100,000 debt that they didn't incur, and probably don't know about. God luck with that future! What all this means is that even though I am overwhelmed in my little world, I have to do something with regards to the rest of the world. Hence my counters. I’ll have to do more, but it’s a start.

The War isn’t the only place bad things are happening to you and me. Professional sports turn a huge profit due to government subsidies. Local and state governments spend your tax dollars to build stadiums. A half billion dollars in Indianapolis. That’s a half billion that isn’t paving roads, supporting health care, educating children… you get the picture. I like sports as well as the next guy, but things are way out of skew when we subsidize owners so that they can afford to pay players tens of millions of dollars per year, but we don’t feed children in poverty. Again, the point is, it lands in your neighborhood.

I’m done rambling, but I hope you’ll take a moment now and then to reflect on the world around you.

Love is Dead

The Princess's aunt gave her a rabbit for Christmas. Oy. Needless to say, all the promises of "I'll feed her!" and "I'll get her water!" and "I'll clean out the urine and fecal matter every two days for the rest of her life, honest!" faded into my memory. Memories not shared by the Princess. Meaning, of course, that I got to do the feeding, watering and cleaning. The poor creature never got out of her cage last week, unless I was home to let her explore. By "explore," I mean "poop all over the place and chew through electrical cords."

The rabbit went back to the aunt on Friday night, and as part of the bargain, the Princess and I went shopping for goldfish. We found two suitable specimens, some food, some water treatment and various other accutrement, and set out for home. An hour later, the fish were exploring their new domicile. And crapping more than the rabbit.

By Monday evening, Love was dead (though Lola still seems full of life). Love, a perfect metaphor (and less than perfect fish), was flushed down the drain, and has taken up permanent residence in the cesspool of eternity.

Signs of Spring

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Today was a pleasant surprise. After a month or more of colder than average weather (average highs here this time of year are around 45F degrees), we had a spring day. It hit 69 degrees! The college kids were sporting flip-flops, cut-offs and halter-tops. Of course, all this warmth has made six inches of mucky mess out of what had been icy earth until yesterday. It's soupy out!

Today we saw the first robin of the season, which is always exciting. We also saw a huge piliated woodpacker (I wish I had my camera, because he was beautiful - and did I meantion he was HUGE?). Tonight, on my way to the pharmacy, I saw a toad hopping across the road. The lady bugs are out, and so were some bees!

There's an ald saying "If spring is here, can spring be far behind?" I think this means that we're due more cold, and I fully expect it. It was just nice to see signs that change is coming, and boy am I ready!

Rough Day

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It's still early, but I've got problems:

  • I need to write, and I can't write.
  • I need to administer my server, and I'm making things worse not better.
  • When I put on my pants in the dark this morning, things felt a little off. I was in a hurry, so I didn't deal with it at the time. A trip to the bathroom reveals a solid reason for my disdain for both pants and underwear: my underwear is on backwards, which is a functional nightmare when one stands at the urinal. Google reveals that I am not alone, and that other gentlemen with the same problem are funnier than I am.

I'm in good company:

via the mother load.

I hope your day is going well!

Tagged! Again.

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Scott got me this time around, and it's a new game. The rules are simple:

  • Name 5 jobs / professions what you would never ever do / practice with explanation
  • Refer back to the person / ppl who tagged you
  • Name 5 victims - also make a link to their blog!

I've referred back to Scott, My five jobs are below. I haven't decided yet whether to tag anyone. I got it late this time around, and I will not tag anyone for the second time.

  • Septic Tank Cleaner. I could manage pumping them, I think, but having to get inside one would be more than I could deal with. Bleah. I have tender sensibilities!

  • Attorney. I've done it, and I couldn't do it again. Don't get me wrong, it was nice to help people, but the people I was interested in helping couldn't pay, and that meant I couldn't eat. It's a lot of work worrying about whether someone's life will be improved or ruined based on your ability - especially when you are hungry. I find that kind of worry exhausting, and I'm too old to exhaust myself for reasons that don't have to do with immediate physical gratification. :lol:

  • Sex trade. That's pretty generic, I suppose. I enjoy porn as much as the next guy, but I have represented enough strippers and hookers to know that the industry is rife with people who are in incredible pain. Unfortunately, many of them are medicating through addiction (sexual, drug and alcohol, or other - or some combination). Being around that kind of pain would kill me, eventually. Too bad, because a guy could make some serious blizzing with a stable of cam girls - and this town is full of tealent.

  • Proctology nurse. I could deal with being a proctologist. It's medical. You use cool tools. You excise cancers and such... As a nurse, you have to give enemas, and I don't feel any need to be up to my ankles in other people's soupy poo.

  • Public school administrator. We put unreasonable demands on the school system. Parents abdicate their responsibility to the schools, then sue when the school has to deal with the problems family problems create. It would depress me - and I want to be excited about the future of our kids.

Shop at Target?

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Wiser, smarter people with more time on their hands than me have assembled tips for bargain hunters who shop at Target.

It amazes me that it's such a crap shoot! I wait for the Sunday paper, and then I fight the throngs. Now i know better - I'm going to Target everyday!

Re-tagged. Again.

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MizzMartinez got me. You can see how this works here. And you can see it re-worked here. I haven't tagged anyone else yet, and I won't start here. But, you get six more tidbits that are bound to amaze or confuse:

  • I love a good salad, but I don't use dressing
  • I've been re-bossed three times since Christmas - that's in four weeks of work! My head is spinning again. I went from my old boss to a new boss to the boss of my new boss and my old boss (who is my old, old boss), and today? Back to my old boss, whom I love to work for and with.
  • I don't drink soda. Or pop. Or cola. Regular or diet, I just won't try it. Never have. I don't know what either coke or pepsi taste like, I have never tried doctor pepper or mountain dew. I just don't drink it.
  • On the other hand, I have seven bottles of hot sauce in the house. I have Thai hot sauce, Louisiana hot sauce, Jamaican hot sauce, and a couple of varieties of sauce with names like Pete's F.O.A.D. Sauce1
  • The inanimate objects I love most are, in order, libraries, book stores, and music stores (I'm not counting my computers, because they're my babies)
  • I'm not a neat freak, but if you make piles, they'd better be square and plumb. I see floors that aren't level, I see walls that aren't plum, I see pictures that are askew. These things cause me irrational irritation.
And there you have it, MizzMartinez!

1. It's really hot, as you might expect with a name like Pete's F.O.A.D. Hot Sauce.

Retagged

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Karen got me. Again (click for rules and my previous list). By now just about everyone I know has been tagged - many of them twice. So, once again, I am not going to lay it on anyone. But I figured I could come up with six more things:

  • I'm a good procrastinator. I'm lazy, too. Sundays, though, really bring out the best in me. :smile: If I didn't need groceries, I woudn't get dressed at all.
  • I love film noir and old private eye and private detective movies.
  • I still listen to my old punk records. And I still enjoy them. I love me some Peter and the Test Tube Babies!
  • When I see a commercial with music in it, I am compelled to figure out who is the artist, and to see if I can find the song online. Even if I think it sucks.
  • I like Sebelius. Maybe it's because there was a Finn or two climbing around in my family tree. Maybe it's because I was depressed for many years. Maybe it's just because I like the way his thunder makes my chest vibrate when I see his work performed.
  • If I was a llama, I wouldn't need a sweater when cold weather rolled in.


Tagged

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I was tagged by Solid Copper.

The game goes like this:
  • Link to the person that tagged you.
  • Post the rules on your blog.
  • Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
  • Tag six random people at the end of your post by links to their blogs.
  • Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
Since between them, Solid Copper and the woman who linked to her (Joni, who seems to have deleted the post that started all this) tagged everyone I know well enough to tag (I'm not above random comments, but this is a little invasive to just foist upon someone I do not know well), I'm a terminus on this branch. I will, however, post my list - and I'll link to those who were tagged by others.
  • I drink water. I know there are other beverages available, but I like water. I have tea, either iced or hot, when I get a wild hair.
  • I like cheese pizza. If I have to, I'll accept an appropriate vegetable topping, but I won't promise not to be grumpy about it. I like the flavor of sauce and cheese. I want to taste them. I order a salad to enjoy the flavor of veggies. And I don't put dressing on my salad, either.
  • I understand why people like dogs. I don't understand why people like cats. Cats don't like you - there is no reason to enter into such a one-sided relationship with one.
  • It's been really cold, and I don't mind.
  • I like splitting firewood.
  • Lists irritate me, unless they serve to bring order to something that I don't understand, or that interests me.
The other people I know who have been tagged in this little game are: Cheli, Scott, of course, Solid Copper.

DIY Stressball

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I have friends (you know, in my friends list) who suffer stress and anxiety. Also, some who enjoy a good little project. This is for them, though they probably only read when I point them to a post. I stumbed upon this quick guide while wandering the internets: how to Make Your Own Stressball.

Enjoy a more peacefull inner life, my friends.
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