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BREAKING: Russia hacks Netflix’s House of Cards 5th season 2016 election says Assange, Underwood concedes to Conway in landslide upset
Reading Facebook and CNN regularly for a year found equal to attaining a political science doctorate, one study proves
Holy shit and fuck. (Might as well get those out the way, the cussing.) It’s going to be 2017. No one cares. I will be 30. No one cares. I sit here eggless, full fridge, and reflect on what I can remember about 2016. I am watching a documentary on my Chromecast on my television as the Google Home stands silent. Ok Google, get me a beer.
That is how modern we are. Let’s discuss modernity. Ok Google, clean out the litter box. In the same vein I want to discuss the upcoming revival of The More Or Less podcast, last Christmas, and just talk about a life in general, in prose, in relative brevity. (Also, please donate to a struggling artist–me!)
The More Or Less podcast has been a favorite pet project of mine. We just barely got it off the ground with 3 episodes a few months back, and then we decided to take a sabbatical.
Meantime, I had a son, started volunteering, and built equity within the libraries. Even so, with the time off to attend other details, I felt we were moving in the right direction, and needed to reboot. So reboot we will.
Much of our idea stems off of the idea that we, Ed and I, listen to a similar podcast that we enjoy–The No Agenda Show. Tho, we are going going to try and talk more openly about life, not specifically focus on news media or global politics. We are not trying to be them, we will be us, and now we live in the Midwest together, so we should be more Minnesotan.
On life in general, work, marriage, and being a father has been particularly great–there is no real word to describe it precisely and accurately exactly. The three can cause a person to become tired, can also cause a person to smile. One pays in money, the others in happiness. There is some balance, yin and yang.
That is how it goes, so it goes. Novices will call it Adulting. They will bitch about work and not sleeping, but they don’t have kids. When you have kids you sleep very well, but not very much.
One issue I will reflect on within the podcast will be the inequality between mothers and fathers in relation to parental leave, in Minnesota and in the US. For fathers there just isn’t much for parental leave. Let’s try to fix that by cajoling it locally, sure.
Still no one cares. And some big words. My peers in a college English poetry workshop would reflect on that idea and call it simple or common and ask for more deeper metaphors and bigger, bigger words–don’t deign to colloquialisms.
The big words part makes it exclusive to smart people, the privileged, that is what is important to up-and-coming poets. That and recognition from publishers, and money! So make friends.
I might put a photo at the top of this rather carefree essay, or art work to make it sort of like a picture book for those who don’t read. As I do this, I am watching the last hot print typeset of the New York Times. Fair well! So much lead! So much pipes and smoking and paper and heat. That is why they say hot off the press! There is nothing cold in this documentary.
And Christmas. As I descend to become older, more people I am close with die. I have become the age that I remember meeting my parents at. This year my dad is dead, and my mother is alive and very well. She does a good job. My mom and my stepdad and my family went to church without us. They spoke about the man who sings Mary Did You Know every year on Christmas Eve, he sounds like Chef from South Park–now that song is stuck in your head, in that voice. He is a gentleman, and smooth.
We couldn’t go to church this year because of Teddy, he is a devout satanist–he was fussy. And then Christmas came. Consumerism. Presents. Of course NO MONEY. I loved everything I got and thought of the past, always something missing tho–some life. People got upset. People got mad. Shocked. Then we were sent home into bold winds and grey clouds of high plains. It was 22 degrees out when we arrived in St Paul, all the banks were closed except one.
Aside from that, nothing is new, like everything under the sun. There is no poet or actor position in my future. I will continue to do hard labor until I die. Then the day or year after I die, someone will find my work and want to publish it, a million dollar contract, and no me. I am just here now, an unknown (it’s great; carte blanche!) because I am not easy with friends or people.
Interesting: I have lost more friends, or people I had called “friends” in 2016 than in any other year of my life because of ideological differences; astonishingly, I feel I have rekindled more important friendships, more real friendships than at any other time in my life. This is great. Like a garden, even if you like the color green cutting all the weeds will make those other more beautiful and worthwhile plants seem that much more greener. I guess that is like life.
I guess what I am trying to say is listen to our podcast, and feel free to share my works. It should take place next Tuesday and be posted some time next week; my poetry (at the link above) comes inordinately throughout the week, so watch out. No pressure, right? Also, feel free to donate–hit the button–all donated monies goes to free thought, free idea, and future frees the same.
I don’t use advertisements like MPR uses underwriting, I don’t have someone telling me what to think, like CNN has corporate sponsors, and I don’t write prose or poetry that is approved by publishing houses just so they can put it in their book with their bottom line idea and claim they do it for justice or for equality, to share to their demographic community. And that is important to me. One day I hope my ideas can help you and me and make things easier for the better for all. Sounds vague, it is, well, so what?
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Here, I will write to you about what I think, and what is on my mind. I have no aim, it’s free association. Nothing more, nothing less. These are just ideas I have at the moment, on a Saturday, on my couch, in the morning, in the Midwest, no labels, some teamwork.
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And so the story begins…
Let me start by saying that this week I discovered successful teamwork, damaging mislabels in the form of labels (again), and precious moments everywhere I looked because I wanted to. What they mean, and how they change me, I will attempt to explain below in the best way I can, with my common eclectic colloquial language. My week was varied, toilsome, and celebratory, in ways that I could not understand until now because of how sleepy I was. My week was a week. Yeah…
(I digress: The inevitable precious moments must come first. Why not start out positively? I love my son, I love my wife, and I love free thought, happy interactions, and meaningful conversation. I will get that out of the way for purposes of delving into ideas unbounded, uninhibited. Changing diapers is precious, getting pee-ed on is precious, and baby talk is also precious, and presents a certain beautiful arcana.)
You see, the importance of these ideas mentioned in the first paragraph actually touch us more than the election 2016 results (admit it), even though those results touched us at the very level we exist in, insanely. Everyone got sad. The importance, and unimportance, of teamwork, mislabels, and moments are what we make them. I will admit, teamwork was the most importance right here. But all of these concepts are tightly intertwined. Like people in America.
At work, my job can be varied. My position seems always fulfilling and always random, and still always purposed. I act as a facilities liaison doing projects throughout a campus of libraries in a major academic setting. For the last month or so I have been moving periodical shelving out of a basement location, study area, and moving them, the shelving and its hardware particularly, into a completely different area for space saving reasons.
Aside from the odds and ends one might find placed between cleared shelves, and placed under shelves, from decades ago, one might find immensely hard work. One will find that one does not do immensely hard work alone; one needs other ones, many other ones: one needs teamwork to complete this sort of task. That was the most beneficial thing found between the stacks. Teamwork.
This teamwork was something important. Something important for thought’s sake, especially in our Now America. I aver, it mattered not the ideology of others I worked with, only that we saw our task through to fruition, this seemingly impossible task. I did my part, others did theirs as well, and most got along, and we completed our project. It was beautiful, it was something that our nation could learn from. Smaller yet, I certainly learned from it.
The work was hard. Since the middle of summer I counted shelving, had to be exact. I sat over sheets of paper, diagrams, walked through ranges; counted bases, bases, frames, shelves. Measured the sizes: 9″ and 11″, needed 10″, 12″, and 16″. (I am horrible at math, so added challenge.) My project, it depended on me. Early November I was tasked to create space, it was first priority, to start pulling shelves, setting up pallets, unbolting frames, unscrewing bases, and complete the task on time. I had one month. Go.
Watching this project unfold was powerful. I thought it couldn’t be done. I spent all of my woken days there, even a Saturday, and very early mornings. The more I finished the more I had to do, it appeared. (Being a new father as well, getting up in the morning was a sometimes challenge.) Soon, I found that I could not do this work alone. Without my colleagues I could not have fulfilled my task. I sought help. Found it.
More than anything else, the setbacks, the outside forces, the inevitable issues to arise, the physical and mental challenges at present were extremely meaningful. I had to overcome the idea that couldn’t do something, a project so massive and crucial to the libraries, and believe that I could do something. With everyone watching, I had to do without judgement or reservation. To meet completion.
Now, I look at this as an allegory for our society, the I HAVE TO PART, THE BELIEVE I CAN PART. Why can’t we put our beliefs aside and get along for the common good, to make things happen? To be the part and just do. Had I labeled this task impossible, it may not have been completed. Had I thought my colleagues as this and that would I have been able to see them as amazingly talented, hard workers? I have no idea, I never thought that. I thought do, do, do; make, make, make; create, create, create, until finished.
Looking back now, I think of the social aspects of this exchange, and sadly, how they differ from outside life. How the outside life lacks this doing for doing and creating for better. Have we come so far politically, in the United States, that we can no longer exist socially? Trapped in our bubbles, the illusion of being safe, and wrongly believing it necessary to be that way. I found that this last month I have cleaned out my phone; blocked numbers that had been contacts for years, simply out of ideological differences, because of their need for this fantastical safety. (It’s becoming very close to the American Dream now, I posit The American Safeness.)
(Moreover, all is well with this cleanse, no hard feelings. (Friendships sometimes, if meaningful, stay like bears in the winter; they hibernate.) I deactivated my Facebook account, I found myself happier. I don’t need a profile for people to interpret who I am or am not. (Also, I am not a billboard for corporations.) They can come find me and talk to me and try to understand me. I told people off who labeled me unjustly, unfairly, by the same ways of the media, in words they may not understand–I feel, why have someone in my life that doesn’t offer me something positive? I feel like a Smith’s song.)
At times our passions do take over, this is obvious, we flawed people, all of us in particular! At times we take our sharp eyes off the grand prize, we digress for what we think is genuinely beneficial, which may be a well-placed mirage. I think of Faustian, the word: Sacrificing ones spiritual beliefs for knowledge, or the concept of “knowledge” (in my opinion). It is as though we must sacrifice our very deep political beliefs, or viewpoints, for our engaging social intercourses and interactions to even attempt to prosper.
Rightly so, if I say something on Twitter or in an article or in a blog post or within a poem, and that idea goes against what the progressive groups or mainstream idealists feel is “factual”, then I risk being labeled a bigot, a racist, a xenophobe, with ease, without a moment of hesitation. And this happens all the time, scroll a political Reddit post, find a Twitter feed of impassioned Democrats (or Republicans), check out the comment section at RT. A bunch of know-it-alls, all while not listening to their peers.
For example, I study words, I have looked at words, I have a B.A. in English, an A.A. in Fine Arts, tho I am no expert, I don’t claim to be, I don’t “know” it all; still I feel these words people use have become as powerful as love and hate, as people would tell me as a child. They should be used sparingly, with exactness.
Yet still those implementing these words do not grasp their meaning. Probably I won’t try to throw out words I do not understand with such boldness as certain individuals do freely, constantly now, at others. All words are theories of their definitions. Try to figure that out. Labels are crutches for those afraid of the unknown, in attempt to define it as less, because it is neither.
These words carry meanings and histories that are demeaning when misused so openly, when put out for the entire internet to see, and they hurt people, and they put people down, and they spread more hate and confusion, ironically. Words like these can wreak serious havoc for someone trying to exist in modern society. Label someone something and then start tearing them apart, or down, because it’s easier when you “know” how they are by the labels you choose to place on them.
And now you are wondering how this piece ties into teamwork and labels and moments, all combined. Yes. Me too. Well, at any moment a person can be good, bad, or indifferent. Found in any of those states can be defined by that. So, when labeling a person, think of this: you are different each second that you exist; when you contradict yourself you are learning more about yourself, becoming a more enlightened individual. Changing your mind is not a bad thing, it means you are becoming smarter. (The mainstream media doesn’t agree: they call it flip-flopping. Bad!) Your brain is growing out of its shell. Next moment, you or I could be smarter–give us that chance! Do it without calling foul!
In any situation, or moment, we try to define something, we try to make it our own by our words, we try to possess something in words and ideas. It’s call exonym: IMO: we define something from outside of something; within and without the frame, as a subject. Perhaps labeling people is a Western phenomena we have learned in way of possession. See if those who disagree with Western ideologies the most employee this Western labeling technique the least. See if those who detest and disparage something do that very something in their actions. Hate because of hate; violence because of violence; the excuse: a means to an end, typical hypocritical.
Beyond that, labels are about as meaningful as the sound of a toilet flushing on a Tuesday at 11 AM as some clouds float over. I could label my floor dirty in one moment, and five minutes later sweep, and then label the same floor as clean. Labels mean nothing, other than you can see something and presume a whole by a small part, and tell your assuming friends and presume more about that made up subject, and be right or wrong, whatever you call it. It’s easy. Even a cat can do this; take a plastic bag and shake it, see what the cat “knows” about getting fed in its actions. The cat runs to you, even without you holding food.
And back to the subject of teamwork. I love teamwork when teamwork is working. Some of the worst moments in my past have been teamwork moments, but overcome; having to give a group presentation and no one showing up. Everyone has dealt with a similar instance, well most–and if you haven’t, it sucks giant dork.
This teamwork over the past month showed me that even different people from different backgrounds working together can build the Titanic, or take down a massive collection of periodicals, or find the same necessary conclusion from differing viewpoints. It showed me that we must talk before we assume things by labels, by political ideologies, and work together as a team. Teamwork.
In conclusion, Teamwork is amazing, doing the impossible is amazing (stupid overused word). America needs to have more amazing teamwork, and do the impossible more often–that being talk about ideas openly without the pressures of judgement. More positive interaction instead of none.
I will admit I am guilty of stopping conversation for negativity–do forgive. Because in stopping conversation that was only stagnated by the popular/trendy words we choose to use–those words coming from the television, from the online news sites, from the group think rallies or movements or protests that do not welcome opposing ideas, even though to grow they must–we gain imperturbable equilibrium in their absence.
Lastly, most importantly, I implore, open a book and see how the characters within that book talk together. See the dialogue. How do they discuss things–feelings, ideas, opinions, respectfully or disrespectfully? Think about which character you are, which vocabulary you wish to use to describe the things on your mind so accurately, your important opinion, like everyone else.
Have empathy and wisdom, show respect of differing viewpoints. And ask yourself: what words do they use to converse, to make things happen, to move the plot, to show themselves as they are by words rather than labels. Because you won’t find any of those words in the daily news you read or see on tv.