Sad.

July 16th, 2010

John Moore/Getty Images

MSNBC’s caption: Mary McHugh visits the grave of her fiancé, Sgt. James Regan, in Section 60, the newest portion of Arlington National Cemetery, outside Washington, D.C., on May 27. Regan, a U.S. Army Ranger, was killed by an improvised explosive device in Iraq in February.

According to his page at Arlington National Cemetry’s website, James Regan went to Duke on a lacross scholarship and then turned down a job at UBS and a scholarship to SMU Law to enlist in the army to become a ranger. He didn’t even do OCS because, it says, he was afraid of getting a desk job. His fiancé, Mary McHugh, was, at the time of his death, a med student at Emory.

If you click on the picture you’ll get a bigger version with the option to zoom.

Here’s an interview with the photographer at, of all places, Billboard.com.

*Shakes head*

July 6th, 2010

Can you imagine the look on the OB/GYN’s face when he saw the name of the baby he’d just delivered. T.I., what is your problem?

He has two sons with ex-girlfriend Lashon Dixon: Domani Uriah and Messiah Ya’Majesty.

Emphasis mine.

What can one say?

Thunderstorm in Center City

June 24th, 2010

I took these videos with my iPhone  from the 33rd floor of One Commerce Square. At some point I flipped the camera sideways to get a wider profile shot and that will look odd before I can get home and edit the videos on my mac and embed them. For the time being, though:

Thunderstorm Video 1

Thunderstorm Video 2

Thunderstorm Video 3

Peter Gabriel Makes Interesting Choices

June 4th, 2010

This is from his kind-of-recent album, Scratch My Back.

Check these out:

The Book of Love – Magnetic Fields

Peter Gabriel – The Book of Love (Magnetic Fields Cover)
Found at skreemr.org

Flume – Bon Iver

Peter Gabriel – Flume (Bon Iver Cover)
Found at skreemr.org
And, since this is technically an opportunity:
Peter Gabriel – In Your Eyes
Found at skreemr.org

Shouting at the Surf

June 3rd, 2010

In a lot of ways this blog is just an excuse to create memorabilia from my youth. So, I want to go on record now and say that it has long been apparent to me that if more of us were able to manage internal stress and emotional equilibriums, less bad things would happen. Obvious, fine, but I still want to expand.

I try to be charitable with my appraisal of the sanity of other people. For instance: somebody impatiently honking at pedestrian rightfully crossing the street. A lot of people will just acknowledge with a sigh the presence of another jerk. But, it’s nicer to defer to the innocent-until-proven-guilty policy here. Hopefully, s/he is pressured, hurried, whatever for good reason. Or, if there isn’t good reason to honk, s/he’s got good reason to misperceive that it is a good time to honk. Again, hopefully.

Generally, good reasons – or, acceptable reasons – are things that one can’t control like sick kids, weird clients, unavoidable issues related to the body (PMS, etc.) and so on. Bad reasons are stresses that are directly caused by irresponsibility or laziness. While leaving lots of room for real-time, real-world excuses, I tend to take a pretty hard-line view on why it is the responsibility of the individual to remain reasonable and rational through proper management of one’s internal emotional equilibrium, mainly, by not being irresponsible. If your mind and/or body are out of whack for some reason, your judgement can be impaired. Maintaining presence of mind and a balanced psyche is the best way to solve problems and in my view one of the major responsibilities that comes with adulthood is basic problem solving. So, it is your job to make sure that your judgment is not impaired for bad reasons so that you can solve problems like an adult.

It might be tough to immediately call them to mind, but just think of the people you know who can’t or won’t solve their own problems. If you can’t, I’ll give you a hint – think of small children, the mentally handicapped and the most frustrating and difficult adults that you know.

As an adult, if you are overwhelmed due to some scenario of your own design (or lack thereof), you are still responsible for the proper management of your temper. As in, being agitated in line at the bank because you absent-mindedly left your ATM card somewhere doesn’t relieve you of your duty to treat the teller civilly, and a surly teller shouldn’t be just the excuse you needed to blow off steam that shouldn’t need release in the first place.

What’s the point? On the macro level, everybody has to cope with reality. We can agree that there are always going to be bumps in the road, so to speak. And, most of us wish that we were perfect or had more time and energy to deal with stress appropriately because no one likes being noticeably stressed out and grumpy. That much is obvious. I am worried about those (particularly writerly, academic, political activist and artistic types) who will with a straight face argue that since life on earth might very well have no meaning that therefore chronic misery or misanthropy are symbols of intelligence or getting it. The air needs to be cleared here. At best, this argument results from a forgivable misconception that since things can seem unforgiving or even down right antagonistic, it’s morally acceptable to fight back, reject mainstream society, whatever. In reality this answer fails the basic test presented by existence. Psychological misery is your body’s way of asking you to change something, it’s not a constant to which you adapt for the long term in order not to change your mind.  The symbol of intelligence and getting it is practical, incremental and conscious movement towards peace with the world as it stands.

So, the direct argument to self-interest is as follows: making peace with reality and embracing it becomes a responsibility because otherwise you are irresponsibly subjecting yourself to stress and unhappiness, which clouds your judgment. In turn you will make judgments based on misperceptions or avoidable pressure which will lead to inappropriate actions which make you and everyone around you worse off.

Now, the only remaining question is how you value responsibility and the patience of the people around you.

As If This Wasn’t Clear Already

June 2nd, 2010

Will Wilkinson brings to my attention a detailed (if obvious) schematic which points out one of my favorite perks of living in a part of the world where daily life isn’t a heaving, bone-cracking, Sisyphean nightmare – you actually get to enjoy it longer, too!  

Here’s the PDF.

Generally, it’s important to acknowledge the go-go 80s here, if you ask me. In an effort to maximize efficiency we discovered that part of keeping any engine running at full capacity is proper maintenance. That means working out (all the time) and eating right (if at all).  Drinking at lunch and smoking all the time is a good way to be sluggish and unproductive. In other words: fired (not wealthy). These things find a way to feed each other.

So, a tip of the vitamin water bottle to health, wealth and modernity!

The Faces of Abuse Treatment Facilities*

May 16th, 2010

In spite of the fact that the URL of this website is my name, I still haven’t decided how much I want to reveal about who I am here because I’m not sure how controversial I want to get with the content (if history is any indicator – which it generally is - chances are that they’ll get pretty bad). Anyway, for reasons I won’t disclose here (but try not to let your imagination run wild with this because the reality isn’t that cool or interesting), I’ve ended up on the websites of mental health clinics and behavioral health centers. Most of them are chemical dependency places, some are for sexual offenders and so far almost none have turned out to be, like, rest-home facilities. These homes are all over and have to advertise like everyone else, except that what they’re advertising isn’t a product the would-be consumer has to be thrilled about seeking. So there’s this weird friction between the traditional marketing wisdom, which wants to pair the product with happy, satisfied customers, and the nature of this industry, which serves clients that might not even be voluntarily seeking their services, i.e. court order, family pressure, whatever.

The reason I’m talking about this now is that during the course of my research I’ve been struck by a few questions that I want to pose here because I think they’re worthy of serious and focused consideration by us all.

For instance:

When this kid got rough with his girlfriend in the parking lot of the Linkin Park concert, did he expect his grandmother to send him this stylish LL Bean vest because his parents told her that he’s doing Outward Bound?

Or, did this guy continue to bombard the Sig Ep intrahouse listserv with Jason Mraz playlists even though he got busted for that incident with the lava lamp and that one pledge?

When this guy graduates from ITT Tech, the restraining order won’t interfere with his ability to provide tech support to elementary schools over the phone, right?

While we’re on the topic of mental illness and silliness, as an afterthought, it occurs to me that I should eventually follow this post with a better researched investigation of the (serious and nothing-to-laugh-about problem of) reality divorced psychotics and theosophic-mania types because that’s probably a more interesting question to check out. Where are the true manics? Everyone has a friend or family member who is depressed, you might even know someone who claims to have bipolar disorder, but where are the people who are at risk of dying of exhaustion because they’ve just had the secret of cold fusion telepathically communicated from a horse and cannot sleep until this rig of soda cans and Christmas tree lights in a tub of ice water powers itself?

*In the interest of disclaiming all that I’ve just said, I just want to clarify that I don’t actually think that these disorders (not to mention their consequences) are funny or trivial at all, but I do think that modeling is. And that’s what we’re laughing at here.

Lascaux, Chauvet and Bagism

May 8th, 2010

Since the Philadelphia Museum of Art has such a comprehensive collection and since I am, embarrassingly, only dimly aware of the true extent of that collection, every time I’m there I end up lost in that hippy-head-tripping-over-a-desert-starscape type of real, hard wonder when, after staring at this or that gigantic, glorious painting for a few minutes, I notice the dates of their painters. It’s really jarring when you learn that such a detailed, colorful, expressive thing is, say, 800 years old.  And then to think that there are huge museums all over the world filled from floor to ceiling with too many of these brow-raising examples of dedication and genius is one of the best ways I can think of to quiet whatever doubts one might entertain about the quality of the Human brand. Meaning: It’s reassuring to know that your ancestors were so competent.

And then one day you see this cave painting and come to find that it’s 17 thousand years old:

Paleolithic Lascaux cave painting

Or this little number, which might be around 32 thousand years old:

At first, yes, it’s really amazing and fabulous to consider. Even better than an 800 year old painting, right? Well, these paintings also suggest that, apparently, it really only takes the intelligence sophistication of a caveman to produce impressive works of fine art.

Surprising? Well, not entirely.