The Blog I Never Use

If you know me, you know that I have more bouts with stupidity than I do with genius (and I know it). You also know that the people I value are those who care about others, have dreams that they are pursuing, and care about becoming better people (even if they don't know it). Yeah, I respect genius and I can even be intimidated by it, but I'd rather say that I had helped people than say that I was smarter than them.

I'm getting sick and tired of people thinking that, just because they think that I'm smarter than them, I somehow think that that makes me better than them. I know a lot of random stuff --random stuff is fun for me-- so I share random knowledge when I hear something connected to it. Actually, I think that my interests and my way of talking tend to intimidate people, but should I change everything about myself just to avoid the wrath of the conformists? I may not be typical punk, but I'm too much of a punk for that.

I'm sure that you have all seen , or perhaps used, the family window decals that are so wildly popular on mini-vans and SUVs right now. First a warning from Gina: DO NOT PUT ACTUAL NAMES ON THEM, your friendly neighborhood child collector might just use this free knowledge about your family to convince your children that he is a family friend sent to, say, pick your kid up from school.


Now on to our story: A few days ago I was at the Sonic drive through when I discovered the following decal (or one strikingly similar, instead of a bat, the boy was holding a bow and arrow)As you can see, Mommy is dead and she was pregnant when she died, and judging by how happy Dad is, and by the firearm in his hand, he's the one who did it. It looks like junior is about to follow his dad's example and off one of his sisters.

Please, set a good example for your kids: don't kill your spouse and, if you do, don't print a happy note about it on your car window.

Ambrose Redmoon, whoever that is said, "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear."

I think that most of the time, though, we'd be more accurate if we said, "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather of judgment." Most of the time courage would be stupidity if someone else's life or liberty were not on the line.

Sorry about my absence from Blogatopia; lately whatever time I am not spending at work I'm spending with Tank. I've made no real progress on thesis work in more than two weeks and I'm exhausted a good share of the time. The thing is, I find it very difficult to resist spending time with Bennett and Gina needs the help. Steve works 10 hour days and he worked the last two weekends (that means more than twenty days of work in a row) so he can't be around to help as much as he'd like, and when he does get any free time he wants to play video games and study in the hope that he'll get an interview in the aviation industry (I'm guessing that he is an introvert, in the sense that he "recharges" and feels refreshed only after having some time alone).

Now, on to a post:

My favorite philosopher right now is Diogenes, the Cynic. Diogenes wasn’t into writing, he just taught people out in the middle of the city. He thought Socrates was a hack and, when Plato defined man as an animal with two-legs and no feathers, he plucked a chicken and named it “Plato’s Man.” He was always up for insulting the elite, for instance, when he saw a prostitute’s kid throwing rocks at some rich guys he said, “Careful, you might hit your dad.”

Really, the thing that I’m not so happy about with Diogenes is that he always seemed to expect to be helped by others but no record exists of him helping a lot of others.