And here I come again!
I want to tell you all that I am a fan of the news/entertainment show that we all know as the Daily Show. And I also want to posture a position that Fox News is perhaps the most biased, self-absorbed and useless program on any TV network anywhere in the world, and this includes any and all self-indulgent life-story shows that some despotic tyrants around the world may be forcing their citizens to watch.
Put simply, Fox News is garbage, and it's stinking more and more now.
I frame this particular post first and foremost as yet another thought that spills from my head, and also in reference to a comment by one of my most active readers.
When I gave my spiel last time about most of the world ready to hate you, (...so why hate yourself?), I came on quite strong, and for good reason.
It has been a large undertone of most events in my existence to date that most people ARE ready and willing to fuck you over at any given chance.
Now, I want to be clear that I DO think such things as trust and honour and loyalty DO exist in this world. But I DO also acknowledge that these things are damn hard to come by!
I find that most of the people I've encountered are focused on one thing, and one thing only. And that one thing has always been the same with every person.
This is everybody's common problem: CONFIDENCE.
Working in a god-forsaken eikaiwa here in Japan right now, I am constantly facing confidence-free souls who are in all seriousness sharing that same mode of existence. This is their world(s) as they know it.
I challenge any person who happens to read this blog to show me at least ONE example of a human being who was NOT prone and downright slave to their horrid self-esteem. Find me ONE person who does not require near constant validation of their existence. And find me ONE person who does not seek the validation in at least ONE freaky way.
I myself am not immune to the self-esteem problem. From time to time, I have had what I would term a 'bout' of low self-esteem, and it is at such times that the problem is compounded by my realisation that I am feeling like shit, and I can't stop it. So whatever the original reason for feeling shit was, it is compounded by my personal shame at not avoiding feeling like shit. Do you still follow me here? It is a vicious cycle, to say the least.
I can go on for hours about self esteem, and damnamit I probably will at a future date on this blog, but for now I want to get back to my point. (And if you are interested, I STRONGLY urge all human beings to watch a short-lived show called "Arrested Development" which deals with all about the self-esteem paradox that is humanity).
So, swinging back to my original point, I do actually believe that the vast majority of people are willing to put shit on you at any given time, as I said in my last blog-post.
But my reasoning is not that I believe that humanity is inherently evil. Were I that kind of whinger, I would be locating a tall building to splatter the footpath in front of. (again, for effect!... maybe I am condescending my readers by constantly reiterating such effect-notes?? You tell me!)
Humanity is not inherently evil. That what the Catholics and other fucko religions are shoving down people's throats. And those religions, those most successful businesses of religions, are preying on that one central problem that we all share. Our self-esteem. Humans are not inherently evil, they are inherently self-loathing, as it would seem. I think I have hit upon the terminology I wanted to find, but forgive me if I correct it later.
Think, all of you!, how often and under how vast an array of circumstances, have you felt like shit, and even hated yourself?? How quickly has the passage of blame focused its sorry, miserable path right into the mirror???
Am I too inaccurate in estimating that it is EVERY time??
Sure, you might blame others, and sure, you might be correct to do so. And I am NOT telling you to blame others all the time. You are not an innocent bystander in your own life, and you are not always the victim. There are indeed evil people who will vicitmise you, but there are also indeed times when you should, for lack of a better expression, MAN UP and admit where you fucked up, and then proceed onto that most crucial and yet most forgotten stage of human existece: FIX IT!
As I wander through my existence, occasionally grabbing a glimpse of the proper path to follow, and veering toward it when I do, I see SO MANY PEOPLE who are milling around their own cockroach-lives, wallowing in a blend of self-pity and self-loathing. (And this is where the religions do there best work, asking you to do two contradicting things at once, which, against all seemingly paradoxical odds, we CAN do - such as love AND fear a god).
They mill about and scurry in their routines, they encounter a problem, and the majority of the time is spent bitching without any notable attempts to follow up and FIX IT!
For goodness sake, people, the smartest of us developed nuclear power and space ships; I'd expect even the dumbest of us, (grouped as an advanced life-form race) to be able to deal with our own problems in SOME constructive manner.
And now, to bring this post home once more: Human beings appear to be eschewing the blessings of evolution and advancement and, dare I say, a form of realistic enlightenment!, and prefer to revert back to those millenia old reflexes of seeking to destroy opposition and any chance of a threat to existence as a means of either filling a hole in one's spirit, as an ill-conceived attempt to please another being (and thus feel good because of the pleasing), or just out of spite.
I'm not sure if that covered it clearly enough, so ask me if you need me to bring it down again.
Like I said, "bursting with ideas", and I wanted to write more about Fox News and the completely unnecessary shitstorm they are brewing in the USA right now.
But I gotta go!
From The Tominator.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Don't Worry, Be Happy!
I agree with Chris' summation in a comment on my last blog post: We can feel happy even when the world is giving us no reason to. I shall repeat yet again here what I came to realise a few years ago: there are almost 7 billion people in the world who are ready (and most of them willing) to screw you over and make your life miserable. Why make their job any easier? That's like giving a holiday to a corporate fat cat, or telling the insurance company that you will gladly pay for that expensive procedure out of your own pocket. It makes absolutely NO sense, and, to be perfectly reasonable: it dares too much to fight the unfightable system. Sometimes 'the system' can work in our favour, and indeed it can more often once we change our perspective on it.
It is, in fact and in undeniable reality, unnatural to feel like shit as a default setting.... especially when the Universe is giginv you no reason to. And some rain just ain't a good enough reason.
Should anybody happen to disagree with me, and thereby believe that misery IS the default human setting, then once again need I remind you that there are plenty of beaches with plenty of sand to go stick you head into (and try not to struggle against the incoming flow of the tide), and there are also plenty of tall buildings off which you can jump and put an end to your fucking miserable existence.
(disclaimer: I take NO responsibility for any crazies or dickheads or anyone who took that last line too literally. I was just making a point.)
For the rest of you, able to listen to reason, BE HAPPY! Why not???
From The Tominator.
It is, in fact and in undeniable reality, unnatural to feel like shit as a default setting.... especially when the Universe is giginv you no reason to. And some rain just ain't a good enough reason.
Should anybody happen to disagree with me, and thereby believe that misery IS the default human setting, then once again need I remind you that there are plenty of beaches with plenty of sand to go stick you head into (and try not to struggle against the incoming flow of the tide), and there are also plenty of tall buildings off which you can jump and put an end to your fucking miserable existence.
(disclaimer: I take NO responsibility for any crazies or dickheads or anyone who took that last line too literally. I was just making a point.)
For the rest of you, able to listen to reason, BE HAPPY! Why not???
From The Tominator.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
The Rain
I woke up at 12noon again today. I was intending to wake up earlier, so I could get some things done, but oh well, I supposed.... I can't change the past can I? Just gotta haul ass today!
Anyway, here in Mito today it is raining. I like the rain. I know for a fact that many many people in this world will look out the window when they awake and see the rain and think "aw shit!", and BANG, their day is ruined just like that.
Yes, it is wet, and yes, it may be cold, but as an intelligent being in an intelligent species, I thankfully don't have to walk around in it naked and catch a cold. This is the same species that invented space-suits, so think about it! ...And it doesn't bother me so much.
In fact, I like the rain.
I find it to be Cleansing. Pollution levels in the atmosphere are always decreased by rainfall. Back in Australia, I always preferred the rain to wash my car than do it myself. I love driving around the park in the rain, and I always liked being the passenger in the rain.
At home in Australia, we have a tin roof on our house. When it rains, you can hear it. When it rains hard, your can really hear it; and I think that sound is wonderful. I have lived in places with tiled roofs, and I am currently living in a damn apartment building, with four storeys over my head, so I can't hear the glory of the rain like I could before. But I can hear it through the window outside.
Furthermore, I love STORMS! My parents recently went to Darwin, and plan to go back during the wet season (called simply "the wet" locally). It is a season of weeks and possibly months of heavy tropical rain and brilliant storms, apparently. And the best part is that during the wet time of the year, no-one from subtropical suburbia (in Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, etc.) wants to visit for the heavy rains, so tourist and travel prices should go down too!
I love the rain. I find it cleansing and even freeing. When I go out in it, I can imagine the rain is washing negative feelings out of me, when I have assumed the correct perspective on it.
I will admit that sometimes I do feel like the other people do, but that is when my mind is being warped by the same simple, dwelling perspectives of work and daily life that all the little, normal people concern themselves with all the time.
And after the rain, you can always smell the grass, that just-rained smell, and it is the cleanest this Earth of ours can ever smell.
From The Tominator.
Anyway, here in Mito today it is raining. I like the rain. I know for a fact that many many people in this world will look out the window when they awake and see the rain and think "aw shit!", and BANG, their day is ruined just like that.
Yes, it is wet, and yes, it may be cold, but as an intelligent being in an intelligent species, I thankfully don't have to walk around in it naked and catch a cold. This is the same species that invented space-suits, so think about it! ...And it doesn't bother me so much.
In fact, I like the rain.
I find it to be Cleansing. Pollution levels in the atmosphere are always decreased by rainfall. Back in Australia, I always preferred the rain to wash my car than do it myself. I love driving around the park in the rain, and I always liked being the passenger in the rain.
At home in Australia, we have a tin roof on our house. When it rains, you can hear it. When it rains hard, your can really hear it; and I think that sound is wonderful. I have lived in places with tiled roofs, and I am currently living in a damn apartment building, with four storeys over my head, so I can't hear the glory of the rain like I could before. But I can hear it through the window outside.
Furthermore, I love STORMS! My parents recently went to Darwin, and plan to go back during the wet season (called simply "the wet" locally). It is a season of weeks and possibly months of heavy tropical rain and brilliant storms, apparently. And the best part is that during the wet time of the year, no-one from subtropical suburbia (in Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, etc.) wants to visit for the heavy rains, so tourist and travel prices should go down too!
I love the rain. I find it cleansing and even freeing. When I go out in it, I can imagine the rain is washing negative feelings out of me, when I have assumed the correct perspective on it.
I will admit that sometimes I do feel like the other people do, but that is when my mind is being warped by the same simple, dwelling perspectives of work and daily life that all the little, normal people concern themselves with all the time.
And after the rain, you can always smell the grass, that just-rained smell, and it is the cleanest this Earth of ours can ever smell.
From The Tominator.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Space (1)
Good Evening.
I want to keep this third of many mpost brief on account o the time right now (1am Japan time!), so here I go.:
After watching Valkyrie, the excellent Bryan Singer movie with my girlfriend, and then watching a clip from John F. Kennedy's "Why we choose to go to the moon speech" (Sept. 12, 1962) on Youtube, I feel compelled to write this right now.
I have in fact much to say on the topic of space travel, and I can hopefully share it with you in time soon to come.
For now:
Have you noticed in our modern age that all things of note and worth are ultimately assigned a value in monetary terms? Put more simply: The almighty dollar has been given a great amount of interest, no doubt about it, but it's influence has, I do believe, invaded areas of life and existence that it should not have.
Going off Kennedy's speech AND the Valkyrie thing, I ask this question: What is done these days, in the areas of science, technology, research, publishing, and even education - what is done purely for the purpose of advancing humanity? ...for the purpose of making the world a better place.
I understand the place of entrepreneurship (despite how long it takes to TYPE that damn word!) in our world, and I understand that in the more modern stages of history it has served quite actively as a tool of advancement, but by its very nature and indeed by its very definition, its end result is little more than to make another buck!
The most glaring example I have to give you now at this late hour is that of the electric car.
Allegedly created in a more of less perfect form almost 20 years ago now, the electric car - a thing that would provide INCREDIBLE freedom to human beings, help the environment, and certainly make MY life a whole helluva lot easier and better was killed in its cot for sake of the oil industry preserving its ability to print money.
It was canned because - HOW can we possibly make money off a car that never has to refill, and could be recharged overnight for a fraction of a household's energy bills?
I will not ignore the uncomfortable fact that had the electric car toppled oil-dom overnight entire economies would have gone crashing down. But I will also NOT ignore the fact that this particular topic requires a very substantial debate, one which I intend to weigh in on in the near future.
AND I will NOT ignore the other fact that the oil industry has, at least for the last decade, and quite easily (though arguably) longer, been a cancer on the economies of the developed world. Once again, this deserves more debate, but I want to point out right here and now that the overwhelming majority of oil-producing nations are non-democratic, are despotic or dictatorial regimes, hate the free nations of the West, but also depend on them at the same time. (take Venezuela these days: Hugo "the Hutt" Chavez spits fire and horse-shit at America, never satisfied, even with Obama!, while simultaneously quietly begging America to continue digging and buying the oil secreting from his country's greasy, pageant-crazy pores. )
But back on topic here again for tonight,
the Kennedy speech of Sept. 12, 1962 does make mention of creating new industries and jobs. I have not problem with that. But to me, as I watched it back in July on the 20th Anniversary of the Moon Landing (yes kids, we DID land on that circle in the sky.... but not for looooong while now.... sadly (and to the detriment of human advancement)) I saw and heard a JFK talking about spending shitload of money (especially in 1962 terms!) on what was essentially a trip into the unknown with no economically realistic prospect of successful return.
But the prospect of return on the front of advancement, the front of art and science and KNOWLEDGE was to be limitless. And it WAS! For heaven's sake, we, the humans, the almost hairless apes trotting around here on Earth, went to the MOON! Do you see no victory in that?!?
I know there are people in this world who exist and say that we should not waste the time or energy to go to the moon, or go to Mars, or really do anything like that. These are the same people I'd like to ask to keep their heads buried in the sand, and try not to struggle or move when the tide comes in and ends their dark, colourless little existences.
Of course, we can never know if Kennedy was trying to make a buck, or if that most noble pursuit, the pursuit of KNOWLEDGE, was his ultimate guiding beacon for the speech and the birth of the Apollo program. It was either some twisted conspiracist/s, or some freakishly lucky whacko back in 1963 who ended MY chances of ever asking him what he was thinking and feeling.
There is of course the Cold War angle. Many politically-interested people (of all levels of involvement in the art and science of it) are happy to say that Kennedy was driven by the competitive nature of the Cold War and gettin' one on the Ruskies... and then just stop their arguments there.
Personally, I DON'T think that Kennedy got where he was, did what he did, and became what he became by nursing such a childish mentality as this particular assertion suggests.
But I will admit that the Cold War space race was a powerful motivator. And what of it? So what? I see, in this particular instance, that there was no harm really done (in terms of the human race, or the national well-being of the USA, or the world for that matter). If the Cold War was an agitator to get things like this done, then so be it! My readers, you must inderstand that the Cold War was not all bad, and there are MANY things to be thankful of the tides of history for. If you cannot agree with me, I believe there is still plenty of space on the slowly flooding beach with the other donor-organ depositories!
And then, to bring this home for tonight, there is the Valkyrie thing. Yes, I understand that it is a movie, crafted (quite well!) with at least some degree of poetic license; but I myself had read the tru history, and know that the basic facts are the same in movie and truth. And it is upon this that I base my assertion that yes!, there must have been someone involved in the July Plot of 1944 who had the intention of offing Hitler for sake of saving their beloved Germany from country-pimping ways of the Nazi party, and the infernal ravages of Hitler's utterly disastrous warpath and planning (planning? DID he plan that war, or just want to get the ball rolling again after 1918??)
In this I am asserting that there must have been, in such a politically charged and critical environment such as that, a person or people who were actually willing to place their lives on the line, and sohuld the end result of a success entail ANY kind of monetary reward, it would be a complete bonus and totally unintended. I say this because, having lived through the global emotional ordeal that was September 11, I am indeed aware that in times of crisis, people tend to show their true colours, the colours of their yellow bellies and black devil-hides that they have hidden under a facade of civility, pack-assimilation, and "politeness" for ever so long. Behind that goddamn MASK!
I will leave it here for now. Feel free to post, should you happen to read this blog at all.
I want to end with a question and its answer, just to put the dot under this post's final exclamation mark:
WHY did the Apollo Program eventually shut down in the 1970s? Financial cut-backs!
Why is the same country that made it to the moon soon to relinquish all independent capabilities to travel into space, and remain that way for at least a decade, with the end of the space shuttle program? Money, Money, MONEY!
Fuck money. I seek it and use only because the world I twaddle in has evolved its rules to require that I want and seek and use it.
I see it as the only true God in this world today, that Almighty Dollar, and I don't like God at all.
From The Tominator.
I want to keep this third of many mpost brief on account o the time right now (1am Japan time!), so here I go.:
After watching Valkyrie, the excellent Bryan Singer movie with my girlfriend, and then watching a clip from John F. Kennedy's "Why we choose to go to the moon speech" (Sept. 12, 1962) on Youtube, I feel compelled to write this right now.
I have in fact much to say on the topic of space travel, and I can hopefully share it with you in time soon to come.
For now:
Have you noticed in our modern age that all things of note and worth are ultimately assigned a value in monetary terms? Put more simply: The almighty dollar has been given a great amount of interest, no doubt about it, but it's influence has, I do believe, invaded areas of life and existence that it should not have.
Going off Kennedy's speech AND the Valkyrie thing, I ask this question: What is done these days, in the areas of science, technology, research, publishing, and even education - what is done purely for the purpose of advancing humanity? ...for the purpose of making the world a better place.
I understand the place of entrepreneurship (despite how long it takes to TYPE that damn word!) in our world, and I understand that in the more modern stages of history it has served quite actively as a tool of advancement, but by its very nature and indeed by its very definition, its end result is little more than to make another buck!
The most glaring example I have to give you now at this late hour is that of the electric car.
Allegedly created in a more of less perfect form almost 20 years ago now, the electric car - a thing that would provide INCREDIBLE freedom to human beings, help the environment, and certainly make MY life a whole helluva lot easier and better was killed in its cot for sake of the oil industry preserving its ability to print money.
It was canned because - HOW can we possibly make money off a car that never has to refill, and could be recharged overnight for a fraction of a household's energy bills?
I will not ignore the uncomfortable fact that had the electric car toppled oil-dom overnight entire economies would have gone crashing down. But I will also NOT ignore the fact that this particular topic requires a very substantial debate, one which I intend to weigh in on in the near future.
AND I will NOT ignore the other fact that the oil industry has, at least for the last decade, and quite easily (though arguably) longer, been a cancer on the economies of the developed world. Once again, this deserves more debate, but I want to point out right here and now that the overwhelming majority of oil-producing nations are non-democratic, are despotic or dictatorial regimes, hate the free nations of the West, but also depend on them at the same time. (take Venezuela these days: Hugo "the Hutt" Chavez spits fire and horse-shit at America, never satisfied, even with Obama!, while simultaneously quietly begging America to continue digging and buying the oil secreting from his country's greasy, pageant-crazy pores. )
But back on topic here again for tonight,
the Kennedy speech of Sept. 12, 1962 does make mention of creating new industries and jobs. I have not problem with that. But to me, as I watched it back in July on the 20th Anniversary of the Moon Landing (yes kids, we DID land on that circle in the sky.... but not for looooong while now.... sadly (and to the detriment of human advancement)) I saw and heard a JFK talking about spending shitload of money (especially in 1962 terms!) on what was essentially a trip into the unknown with no economically realistic prospect of successful return.
But the prospect of return on the front of advancement, the front of art and science and KNOWLEDGE was to be limitless. And it WAS! For heaven's sake, we, the humans, the almost hairless apes trotting around here on Earth, went to the MOON! Do you see no victory in that?!?
I know there are people in this world who exist and say that we should not waste the time or energy to go to the moon, or go to Mars, or really do anything like that. These are the same people I'd like to ask to keep their heads buried in the sand, and try not to struggle or move when the tide comes in and ends their dark, colourless little existences.
Of course, we can never know if Kennedy was trying to make a buck, or if that most noble pursuit, the pursuit of KNOWLEDGE, was his ultimate guiding beacon for the speech and the birth of the Apollo program. It was either some twisted conspiracist/s, or some freakishly lucky whacko back in 1963 who ended MY chances of ever asking him what he was thinking and feeling.
There is of course the Cold War angle. Many politically-interested people (of all levels of involvement in the art and science of it) are happy to say that Kennedy was driven by the competitive nature of the Cold War and gettin' one on the Ruskies... and then just stop their arguments there.
Personally, I DON'T think that Kennedy got where he was, did what he did, and became what he became by nursing such a childish mentality as this particular assertion suggests.
But I will admit that the Cold War space race was a powerful motivator. And what of it? So what? I see, in this particular instance, that there was no harm really done (in terms of the human race, or the national well-being of the USA, or the world for that matter). If the Cold War was an agitator to get things like this done, then so be it! My readers, you must inderstand that the Cold War was not all bad, and there are MANY things to be thankful of the tides of history for. If you cannot agree with me, I believe there is still plenty of space on the slowly flooding beach with the other donor-organ depositories!
And then, to bring this home for tonight, there is the Valkyrie thing. Yes, I understand that it is a movie, crafted (quite well!) with at least some degree of poetic license; but I myself had read the tru history, and know that the basic facts are the same in movie and truth. And it is upon this that I base my assertion that yes!, there must have been someone involved in the July Plot of 1944 who had the intention of offing Hitler for sake of saving their beloved Germany from country-pimping ways of the Nazi party, and the infernal ravages of Hitler's utterly disastrous warpath and planning (planning? DID he plan that war, or just want to get the ball rolling again after 1918??)
In this I am asserting that there must have been, in such a politically charged and critical environment such as that, a person or people who were actually willing to place their lives on the line, and sohuld the end result of a success entail ANY kind of monetary reward, it would be a complete bonus and totally unintended. I say this because, having lived through the global emotional ordeal that was September 11, I am indeed aware that in times of crisis, people tend to show their true colours, the colours of their yellow bellies and black devil-hides that they have hidden under a facade of civility, pack-assimilation, and "politeness" for ever so long. Behind that goddamn MASK!
I will leave it here for now. Feel free to post, should you happen to read this blog at all.
I want to end with a question and its answer, just to put the dot under this post's final exclamation mark:
WHY did the Apollo Program eventually shut down in the 1970s? Financial cut-backs!
Why is the same country that made it to the moon soon to relinquish all independent capabilities to travel into space, and remain that way for at least a decade, with the end of the space shuttle program? Money, Money, MONEY!
Fuck money. I seek it and use only because the world I twaddle in has evolved its rules to require that I want and seek and use it.
I see it as the only true God in this world today, that Almighty Dollar, and I don't like God at all.
From The Tominator.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
BURSTING with ideas!
OK. So I was going to sit down here tonight and write a wonderfully crafted message to be sent out into the cyber-void for the benefit of anyone lucky enough to read this blog.
But I sat here for about an hour, and found that my ideas began rambling forth and there was almost no structure to it all.
Having sent a Looooooooooooong email to my mother a few weeks ago that was of the very same nature, I have been made acutely aware that my rambling, though coherent as it tumbles from my mind in the first place, cannot really be interpreted easily (and therefore correctly, or with anywhere near as much impact) by the reader. Even if that reader is myself, so I came to see....
Thus is born the miracle of editing.
So, as I realise that I have too much to say right now, I have begun editing my thoughts into a way that should be consumable by the reader, assuming the reader is of higher than average intelligence. No dummies here, thanks!
I fear this particular blog right here and right now is going to start rambling off soon, and I'd hate to be compared to those whacko America-hating dictators from shitholes around the world who get up infront of whatever ill-advised global forum let them in and ramble on and on and on and on and on about how much they hate America and the West and freedom and imperialism and blah blah blah blah blah!
So I'll end it with this little piece of justification:
In my life to date I have had few, VERY few people to whom I can express my thoughts. I have in the past found myself writing stuff down just for the heck of it, aimed at some unknown reader, but never seeing the light of day again. The truth is that my self-esteem is not going to tolerate my past lapses into voluntary muteness, and should anyone read what I have to say, it will be a good thing!
((I wrote 16 major essays and tutorial papers in University, and worked my arse off on every goddamn one of them! - At most only 3, THREE! people ever saw my work. That stops NOW!))
((See the last few lines of my first post - aptly titled "the FIRST!"))
And there you have it.
So, though the blog is fledgling yet, it wil grow in time, I assure you.
Until then,
Sayonara from The Tominator.
But I sat here for about an hour, and found that my ideas began rambling forth and there was almost no structure to it all.
Having sent a Looooooooooooong email to my mother a few weeks ago that was of the very same nature, I have been made acutely aware that my rambling, though coherent as it tumbles from my mind in the first place, cannot really be interpreted easily (and therefore correctly, or with anywhere near as much impact) by the reader. Even if that reader is myself, so I came to see....
Thus is born the miracle of editing.
So, as I realise that I have too much to say right now, I have begun editing my thoughts into a way that should be consumable by the reader, assuming the reader is of higher than average intelligence. No dummies here, thanks!
I fear this particular blog right here and right now is going to start rambling off soon, and I'd hate to be compared to those whacko America-hating dictators from shitholes around the world who get up infront of whatever ill-advised global forum let them in and ramble on and on and on and on and on about how much they hate America and the West and freedom and imperialism and blah blah blah blah blah!
So I'll end it with this little piece of justification:
In my life to date I have had few, VERY few people to whom I can express my thoughts. I have in the past found myself writing stuff down just for the heck of it, aimed at some unknown reader, but never seeing the light of day again. The truth is that my self-esteem is not going to tolerate my past lapses into voluntary muteness, and should anyone read what I have to say, it will be a good thing!
((I wrote 16 major essays and tutorial papers in University, and worked my arse off on every goddamn one of them! - At most only 3, THREE! people ever saw my work. That stops NOW!))
((See the last few lines of my first post - aptly titled "the FIRST!"))
And there you have it.
So, though the blog is fledgling yet, it wil grow in time, I assure you.
Until then,
Sayonara from The Tominator.
Monday, October 19, 2009
The FIRST!
Hello, hello!
To whom might I be speaking?
This is the very first blog and blog entry that I have ever created or done. It is currently 12:28am on Tuesday, 20th October, 2009.
Why has it taken me so long to create a blog?
Well, to be honest, I had some reservations in the old days of the early internet, and some newer reasons have recently come to light to crowd out those old reservations.
If you want to know, ask me (and maybe I'll answer).
With the understanding that on this blog I am posting my heart and soul (as much as I choose to bear) on the internet for all in the world to see, I will of course approach this with some reservations still. But I shall also endeavour to be myself, as much as the universe allows me to be, and as much as my constant battle with the universe allows me to be.
I shall also endeavour to ignore that pesky, damn American-English spell-checker whenever I post on this blog. Just like I am for "endeavour". Ooo, there is goes again!
It's my first time, and right now it is really, really late. I will probably create a simple profile for myself and you to see at some point in the near future. For now, I will leave you with a few things to ponder.
I am in Japan right now. Of the 70 million+ blogs on the internet, at least a cool third of them are in Japanese! ~~ That means that all the other major languages of the world, English, Spanish, Chinese (all forms) and French (sadly) are battling for the other 66.6%. I don't know their figures, but the Japanese figure is quite fitting for my point right here: After 22 years on the Earth, and at least a decade of active internet usage, why have I only NOW, during my time in Japan, been impelled to start up a blog?
I'd say my reasons are not too dissimilar to the 22million or other bloggers that are here in this country with me.
One more thing:
You'll notice the name of my blog is "Life's Too Short For Cheap Whiskey". I got this phrase from my favourite cowboy book, and I think it sums up a large portion of the world view I am trying to maintain and exercise in my existence here on Earth.
The SECOND Coming is coming soon. I assure you.
From The Tominator.
To whom might I be speaking?
This is the very first blog and blog entry that I have ever created or done. It is currently 12:28am on Tuesday, 20th October, 2009.
Why has it taken me so long to create a blog?
Well, to be honest, I had some reservations in the old days of the early internet, and some newer reasons have recently come to light to crowd out those old reservations.
If you want to know, ask me (and maybe I'll answer).
With the understanding that on this blog I am posting my heart and soul (as much as I choose to bear) on the internet for all in the world to see, I will of course approach this with some reservations still. But I shall also endeavour to be myself, as much as the universe allows me to be, and as much as my constant battle with the universe allows me to be.
I shall also endeavour to ignore that pesky, damn American-English spell-checker whenever I post on this blog. Just like I am for "endeavour". Ooo, there is goes again!
It's my first time, and right now it is really, really late. I will probably create a simple profile for myself and you to see at some point in the near future. For now, I will leave you with a few things to ponder.
I am in Japan right now. Of the 70 million+ blogs on the internet, at least a cool third of them are in Japanese! ~~ That means that all the other major languages of the world, English, Spanish, Chinese (all forms) and French (sadly) are battling for the other 66.6%. I don't know their figures, but the Japanese figure is quite fitting for my point right here: After 22 years on the Earth, and at least a decade of active internet usage, why have I only NOW, during my time in Japan, been impelled to start up a blog?
I'd say my reasons are not too dissimilar to the 22million or other bloggers that are here in this country with me.
One more thing:
You'll notice the name of my blog is "Life's Too Short For Cheap Whiskey". I got this phrase from my favourite cowboy book, and I think it sums up a large portion of the world view I am trying to maintain and exercise in my existence here on Earth.
The SECOND Coming is coming soon. I assure you.
From The Tominator.
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