Friday, March 22, 2013
Medi Center Musings.
We are feeding our children I phones. Baby food with computer chips stealthily disguised as health products. It's a game though! My baby is playing a game- and it's educational. It's so educational they want to play it all the time, I am raising a smart child.
Would you like to marry me? Let's get married for real. I love you, and you love me too right,? Then after I get bored of marriage, maybe I'll make you a baby. We will need something else to fight about anyway by the time we have forgotten about how drunk you were on our wedding night.
I saw a child, couldn't have been more then 2.5, asking his mother to take his photo. Then demanding to look at it. A self obsessed generation we are raising. And you thought our generation was bad? 2.5 years old- momma show me that picture!
We dress out children in fashion.
Fashion babies.
Fashionable infants.
A tiny screaming maggot in designer.
Clearly I am barren.
Did you know I had 4,000 photos of my posted on line before I could even spell my own name? I feel this may be a breach of human rights. But I have yet to meet a mother who feels as I do. I guess it's really none of my business- but I have a habit of defending the defenseless. And I don't know if these kids are going to really 'roll' with this concept when they hit their teens.
But I could be absolutely wrong. In fact, I probably am! Little Sarah loves having her photo taken, mom there's a run in my stockings and my boyfriends coming over tonight so shut up and hide your pills please. Mom do what I say. Or else I'll run away.
I spent the morning doing my make up, choosing a costume, cooking food to last me until 7:30 pm, doing the dishes and organizing the bags that I will carry around as I run my errands. And now I sit in a room, with other sick people, waiting for my 5 minuets with an over worked doctor with my fingers crossed that the free chemicals I am offered do the trick and cure my illness.
I go to the store to buy my food. I saw an add that the Save On had a special on slaughtered animals. They have pre sliced the flesh, peeled off the skin and wrapped bite sized portions on a styrofoam tray for me. If I buy one a few days old it's even cheaper! My veggies continently are also pre cut. They are wrapped in plastic that will head straight to the landfill but it's convenient for me, and I am so busy.
My world is one big calendar. The dates are my days, the appointments I must make or my life falls apart. I must insure, inspect, maintain, retain, refill, restock, plan, organize, arrange, attain, gain and sustain a civilized American life style. My other options are to fail; and find it difficult to get a bank account, a place to live, transportation, food, even water. The drugs can only keep me busy for so long when I realize I don't like these scabs on my face too much.
Am I FAT? Seriously. Don't lie to me. See this flab? It's the grossest thing about me. My thighs, my hips, don't even let me talk about my beer belly. I'm fat so fat fat fat. I hate shopping for clothing because I have to look in the mirror and the stores lie. I am NoT a size 15. My processed foods are zero trans fat- this counts as a work out so I'm trying hard to find something else to blame on my fatness.
There is a screaming maggot in front of me. It shuts up as soon as its daddy picks it up. This is one of the few times in my life I have seen a father with its child at the medi center. Go Dad! Dad gets loads of credit for doing one good deed and mom is still washing the dishes. But I'll admit, dad does look rather attractive all tall and capable. My DNA says if u mate- mate with a dude like that. He looks tired though, 5 years later.....
There are so many strollers in here. I would like to dedicate one stroller to every human being on the planet.
Did you know; termites build communities better then humans? Look it up. And consider the termite when you consider buying yourself a million dollar piece of dirt. And while you spend the rest of your life paying for it.
Medi-Crass Musings.
Would you like to marry me? Let's get married for real. I love you, and you love me too right,? Then after I get bored of marriage, maybe I'll make you a baby. We will need something else to fight about anyway by the time we have forgotten about how drunk you were on our wedding night.
I saw a child, couldn't have been more then 2.5, asking his mother to take his photo. Then demanding to look at it. A self obsessed generation we are raising. And you thought our generation was bad? 2.5 years old- momma show me that picture!
We dress out children in fashion.
Fashion babies.
Fashionable infants.
A tiny screaming maggot in designer.
Clearly I am barren.
Did you know I had 4,000 photos of my posted on line before I could even spell my own name? I feel this may be a breach of human rights. But I have yet to meet a mother who feels as I do. I guess it's really none of my business- but I have a habit of defending the defenseless. And I don't know if these kids are going to really 'roll' with this concept when they hit their teens.
But I could be absolutely wrong. In fact, I probably am! Little Sarah loves having her photo taken, mom there's a run in my stockings and my boyfriends coming over tonight so shut up and hide your pills please. Mom do what I say. Or else I'll run away.
I spent the morning doing my make up, choosing a costume, cooking food to last me until 7:30 pm, doing the dishes and organizing the bags that I will carry around as I run my errands. And now I sit in a room, with other sick people, waiting for my 5 minuets with an over worked doctor with my fingers crossed that the free chemicals I am offered do the trick and cure my illness.
I go to the store to buy my food. I saw an add that the Save On had a special on slaughtered animals. They have pre sliced the flesh, peeled off the skin and wrapped bite sized portions on a styrofoam tray for me. If I buy one a few days old it's even cheaper! My veggies continently are also pre cut. They are wrapped in plastic that will head straight to the landfill but it's convenient for me, and I am so busy.
My world is one big calendar. The dates are my days, the appointments I must make or my life falls apart. I must insure, inspect, maintain, retain, refill, restock, plan, organize, arrange, attain, gain and sustain a civilized American life style. My other options are to fail; and find it difficult to get a bank account, a place to live, transportation, food, even water. The drugs can only keep me busy for so long when I realize I don't like these scabs on my face too much.
Am I FAT? Seriously. Don't lie to me. See this flab? It's the grossest thing about me. My thighs, my hips, don't even let me talk about my beer belly. I'm fat so fat fat fat. I hate shopping for clothing because I have to look in the mirror and the stores lie. I am NoT a size 15. My processed foods are zero trans fat- this counts as a work out so I'm trying hard to find something else to blame on my fatness.
There is a screaming maggot in front of me. It shuts up as soon as its daddy picks it up. This is one of the few times in my life I have seen a father with its child at the medi center. Go Dad! Dad gets loads of credit for doing one good deed and mom is still washing the dishes. But I'll admit, dad does look rather attractive all tall and capable. My DNA says if u mate- mate with a dude like that. He looks tired though, 5 years later.....
There are so many strollers in here. I would like to dedicate one stroller to every human being on the planet.
Did you know; termites build communities better then humans? Look it up. And consider the termite when you consider buying yourself a million dollar piece of dirt. And while you spend the rest of your life paying for it.
Medi-Crass Musings.
Friday, March 1, 2013
March 1st 2013
Everything goes around in a circle.
Its a cycle.
A never ending one.
Like the cycle of energy.
Some people believe in Karma.
Some people believe in Jesus.
I spent a lot of my youth praising God for my existence and my early 20's tarnishing his name on my robe forever.
I will be 25 this month and it's a bit of an epic milestone for me.
Why? Am I where I thought I would be right now?
So far from that.
Its a milestone because I am on a road to self discovery now,
No more self hate. Self denial. Self rejection. Self harm.
The darkness? Oh it still lurks.
But he stays put.
He's trained up nice and good.
I used to laugh when people told me happiness was a state of mind.
Now I agree.
Smile because you can. And because you can be you.
I smile. And everyday, it gets easier.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
AN OLDIE BUT A GOODIE
Was new rock to add to the collection
of the fortress which I call my home
and I shake and i shake and my spirit understands
or alas teaches my body to feel as well.
of the fortress which I call my home
and I shake and i shake and my spirit understands
or alas teaches my body to feel as well.
Was a connection of past to present.
Was a link that made everything make sense.
Put an earthly prescription to your spiritual problems
and see them multiply like love and bunnies.
Was a link that made everything make sense.
Put an earthly prescription to your spiritual problems
and see them multiply like love and bunnies.
And if your lighter doesn't work then leave it.
It's cheap enough to leave behind.
What happens when humans are treated like lighters?
What happens if you get left behind?
It's cheap enough to leave behind.
What happens when humans are treated like lighters?
What happens if you get left behind?
There are a group of humans who prey.
A group that search out to terrorize and hurt.
The experiment needs to be over.
But can you fight crime with crime?
A group that search out to terrorize and hurt.
The experiment needs to be over.
But can you fight crime with crime?
We made it the most powerful act.
Sin wins over law every day does it not?
People all break the law, only some get caught.
So that sin we created, beats its creators everyday.
Sin wins over law every day does it not?
People all break the law, only some get caught.
So that sin we created, beats its creators everyday.
UNLESS, small children you realize,
that not all our fathers are good and virtuous.
And not blood am I speaking about by history.
And perhaps we've been lied too all along.
that not all our fathers are good and virtuous.
And not blood am I speaking about by history.
And perhaps we've been lied too all along.
And perhaps you knew you were going to be lied to.
And signed up to see how long it took you to figure it out.
a plan, a game, a simple experiment.
Hasn't it always felt like a dance?
And signed up to see how long it took you to figure it out.
a plan, a game, a simple experiment.
Hasn't it always felt like a dance?
And why do we all like too dance so much.
Is it dance that really makes us free?
Is it because it's our mating call really
dance baby dance for me.
Is it dance that really makes us free?
Is it because it's our mating call really
dance baby dance for me.
shake that ass girl shake it.
How about boy you get down and do some push ups!
GO fix a fucking car, that turns me on,
full body over-alls and big work boots.
How about boy you get down and do some push ups!
GO fix a fucking car, that turns me on,
full body over-alls and big work boots.
Ode to the female rappers of this generation.
And ode.
And ode to the goddess that you are all searching for.
We all have a goddess to find.
And ode.
And ode to the goddess that you are all searching for.
We all have a goddess to find.
Every man was created from a woman.
Ever man chose his mother not his father.
Women choose wisely who will father your child, be smart!
The power is yours, all yours.
Ever man chose his mother not his father.
Women choose wisely who will father your child, be smart!
The power is yours, all yours.
and in a place down below,
that humans have created to assimilate society
there lies an evil king
dark, haunting, watching, waiting
that humans have created to assimilate society
there lies an evil king
dark, haunting, watching, waiting
and he sneaks around
around your bedroom doors
in through your windows at night he waits
he is waiting for you to sin little child
around your bedroom doors
in through your windows at night he waits
he is waiting for you to sin little child
and when you sin he GETS.
Some of your soul.
Now child, this God can save you from this evil monster.
But only if you do what he says.
Some of your soul.
Now child, this God can save you from this evil monster.
But only if you do what he says.
And this my friends. Is the question of the day. Why would one worship a god, who is so selfish, he had to create an enemy to scare you into loving him.
Posted 7th May 2010
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Women VS Women: Why are we afraid of Each Other?
It's interesting.
I am reading an interview with Bell Hooks.
She is talking about the conflicts, being a black woman, wherein she tries to be-friend another black woman in a room and is shunned because the other women 'thinks its outrageous that she should try and be her friend simply because they are both women of colour.
She says some interesting things. Like- (wouldn't we be STRONGER if we were connected? You see this as a weak move for me to move towards you and reach out to you however now we are not two individuals but a group). The opposing woman is trying to protect her identity from being sub-grouped. She is trying to protect herself from being categorized and thinks she must stand alone to stand for her ideals.
Bell refers this same situation as to how we a women sometimes treat each other and I couldn't agree more. How often do you walk into a room where there are a group of men conversing and having a wonderful time and the women are on all corners glaring at each other. Where did we get this idea from?! Why are we so afraid to come together and be friends?!
I can not count how many times I have tried to be friendly towards another woman, anywhere, at the theatre, at a straight bar (being another 'sraight' woman, a line up at the store, and received such a look of shock and a mumbled response that could have easily been translated as "please do not talk to me. You are a stranger. I have put you in that category and plan to keep you there. Closer to an enemy then a friend. Opening myself up to you, even in the littlest of ways would mean letting my guard down to you and perhaps risk having you think you know me just a little bit. Risk perhaps you be-littling me, being better then me, looking down at me, having me feel self-conscious or wishing I was somebody else." Why are we so opposed to speaking to each other in public? Why are we categorizing our own gender group as the enemy when really.....how many woman go plummeting down roadways raping and beating other women out of causality? How many women arrive at their best friends house to beat the shit out of them and tell them they still love them. How many women would tell another women they look fat and stupid in their outfit. THIS HASN'T HAPPEND SINCE HIGH SCHOOL. And if it has you can refer these women to my source 'Mean Girls.' I have something to say to them.....
I could (and it helps being a young women in this regard but none the less menVSmen the same reaction) strike up a friendly conversation with any male figure almost anywhere and he wouldn't think twice about responding to me and perhaps engaging in friendly dialouge. Even a smile or a nod, something so non invasive, men exchange with men daily and men exchange with women, but women are SO FUCKING COLD towards other women the continuing domination issues in society do not surprise me at all.
Let us have a little lesson today. A little homework project for you. To better yourself and better our world.
1) How many times do you make eye contact with a women you pass on the street and instead of checking out what she is wearing and what her hair looks like, you smile at her, a real warm HEY I am facing the same things you face on a daily basis and it's all going to be OK.
TRY IS OUT! Test yourself just for a day, every single woman you pass, deserves a smile. Who knows, you just might make someones day.
2) Shaking Hands. This is not an Extinct Utensil although I am loosing faith in the hand shake. Men still use this vital took on a daily basis. It is a way to connect. A way to break even. A way to say- Hey Your Ok. I think we can see each other eye to eye. I have opinions in this world and I realize you do to. These might be different but I respect that. A hand shake is a lovely gesture and I would recommend using it in three situations
a. When you are introduced to someone new.
b. When you are introducing yourself to someone(or a group) of new people.
c. When you are seeing someone again, maybe the second or third time, as a friendly way of saying Nice to See you again! I like you and enjoy your company.
STOP RIGHT THERE: There are three important rules you must heed when using this tool. They are critical to your success.
1. No Floppy Fishes. If I extend my HAND to you and you place a floppy fish in it, I am going to be horrified. This is a rude guesture. This is like leaving a dead beaver on my doorstep. Totally un-called for and shocking. If you are going to utilize this tool do some practices with a relative. A firm handshake, not to hard, not to squeezy, not to violent of shakes, just a nice confident grasp.
2. Make Eye Contact. Here it is again- I am a big fan of eye contact. It means, I see you. I realize you are standing in front of me. I am greeting you and recognizing that you and I, as fellow human beings, are equal. Eye contact prevents you from looking like a distracted moron.
3. Use your Name. Im not sure why this is happening, but in a recent phenomenon, young people are forgetting their names. I will extend my hand and say something along the lines of 'Hi my name is the sea witch'. They will then offer me, normally a floppy fish, and a 'hey'. There is nothing more lame then forgetting your name or being to lazy to use the word hello.
I'm off. About to heat up a massive bowl of my own medicine and work towards making this world a more friendly and functional place.
http://www.education.miami.edu/ep/contemporaryed/bell_hooks/bell_hooks.html
I am reading an interview with Bell Hooks.
She is talking about the conflicts, being a black woman, wherein she tries to be-friend another black woman in a room and is shunned because the other women 'thinks its outrageous that she should try and be her friend simply because they are both women of colour.
She says some interesting things. Like- (wouldn't we be STRONGER if we were connected? You see this as a weak move for me to move towards you and reach out to you however now we are not two individuals but a group). The opposing woman is trying to protect her identity from being sub-grouped. She is trying to protect herself from being categorized and thinks she must stand alone to stand for her ideals.
Bell refers this same situation as to how we a women sometimes treat each other and I couldn't agree more. How often do you walk into a room where there are a group of men conversing and having a wonderful time and the women are on all corners glaring at each other. Where did we get this idea from?! Why are we so afraid to come together and be friends?!
I can not count how many times I have tried to be friendly towards another woman, anywhere, at the theatre, at a straight bar (being another 'sraight' woman, a line up at the store, and received such a look of shock and a mumbled response that could have easily been translated as "please do not talk to me. You are a stranger. I have put you in that category and plan to keep you there. Closer to an enemy then a friend. Opening myself up to you, even in the littlest of ways would mean letting my guard down to you and perhaps risk having you think you know me just a little bit. Risk perhaps you be-littling me, being better then me, looking down at me, having me feel self-conscious or wishing I was somebody else." Why are we so opposed to speaking to each other in public? Why are we categorizing our own gender group as the enemy when really.....how many woman go plummeting down roadways raping and beating other women out of causality? How many women arrive at their best friends house to beat the shit out of them and tell them they still love them. How many women would tell another women they look fat and stupid in their outfit. THIS HASN'T HAPPEND SINCE HIGH SCHOOL. And if it has you can refer these women to my source 'Mean Girls.' I have something to say to them.....
I could (and it helps being a young women in this regard but none the less menVSmen the same reaction) strike up a friendly conversation with any male figure almost anywhere and he wouldn't think twice about responding to me and perhaps engaging in friendly dialouge. Even a smile or a nod, something so non invasive, men exchange with men daily and men exchange with women, but women are SO FUCKING COLD towards other women the continuing domination issues in society do not surprise me at all.
Let us have a little lesson today. A little homework project for you. To better yourself and better our world.
1) How many times do you make eye contact with a women you pass on the street and instead of checking out what she is wearing and what her hair looks like, you smile at her, a real warm HEY I am facing the same things you face on a daily basis and it's all going to be OK.
TRY IS OUT! Test yourself just for a day, every single woman you pass, deserves a smile. Who knows, you just might make someones day.
2) Shaking Hands. This is not an Extinct Utensil although I am loosing faith in the hand shake. Men still use this vital took on a daily basis. It is a way to connect. A way to break even. A way to say- Hey Your Ok. I think we can see each other eye to eye. I have opinions in this world and I realize you do to. These might be different but I respect that. A hand shake is a lovely gesture and I would recommend using it in three situations
a. When you are introduced to someone new.
b. When you are introducing yourself to someone(or a group) of new people.
c. When you are seeing someone again, maybe the second or third time, as a friendly way of saying Nice to See you again! I like you and enjoy your company.
STOP RIGHT THERE: There are three important rules you must heed when using this tool. They are critical to your success.
1. No Floppy Fishes. If I extend my HAND to you and you place a floppy fish in it, I am going to be horrified. This is a rude guesture. This is like leaving a dead beaver on my doorstep. Totally un-called for and shocking. If you are going to utilize this tool do some practices with a relative. A firm handshake, not to hard, not to squeezy, not to violent of shakes, just a nice confident grasp.
2. Make Eye Contact. Here it is again- I am a big fan of eye contact. It means, I see you. I realize you are standing in front of me. I am greeting you and recognizing that you and I, as fellow human beings, are equal. Eye contact prevents you from looking like a distracted moron.
3. Use your Name. Im not sure why this is happening, but in a recent phenomenon, young people are forgetting their names. I will extend my hand and say something along the lines of 'Hi my name is the sea witch'. They will then offer me, normally a floppy fish, and a 'hey'. There is nothing more lame then forgetting your name or being to lazy to use the word hello.
I'm off. About to heat up a massive bowl of my own medicine and work towards making this world a more friendly and functional place.
http://www.education.miami.edu/ep/contemporaryed/bell_hooks/bell_hooks.html
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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