Monday, September 14, 2009

Same Child, Next Day

Remember the child I was lamenting about just a few days ago?  Yesterday?  Good as gold.  Did everything I asked when I asked with no arguments or episodes of rage.  Unbelievable.  I suppose this is what it's like to live with a bi-polar child.  If I had this child everyday, life would be grand.  He's been beautiful, helpful, caring, considerate and cooperative.

We'll see what he's like today.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Mother Nature? Eerie Crying Face Seen in Melting Glacier | EarthFirst.com

Go take a look at this. Amazing.

Mother Nature? Eerie Crying Face Seen in Melting Glacier | EarthFirst.com

God Grant Me the Patience

Dealing with my bi-polar 15 year old is a test.  I recognize that.  What I don't understand is why the gods feel the need to test me in this way.  Is it to see just how far I can be pushed before I snap and end up in the psych ward?  Is it some form of punishment for something I've done in one of my past lives?

Not only is he 15, a teenager, with raging hormones, he's bi-polar which makes the raging hormones look like cake.  There have been days when it took every ounce of control that I had not to hurt him.

It started already this morning.  First thing, there's a fight over homework and electronics.  I'm ready to take them all away from him until school is out for the summer.  It's exhausting and tests my ability to continue loving him when he acts like this.  It feels like it's getting worse, his behavior.  And when he comes in after one of the fights to apologize and make nice, it feels fake and usually is because when he asks to get his computer back or his game back and I tell him no, he blows up again.  It's like living in an abusive relationship.  It is abusive.  One never knows how he will react when told to do something.

I'm reaching a breaking point and it scares me.

Friday, September 11, 2009

September and Florida

Oh my gosh, this will be the first September in 17 years that we aren't spending it at the beach.  We made the choice to put both boys in school which took away the freedom to go play for a month.  I'm going through withdrawals already.  I have some sand and shells at work that I will put out on my table so I can at least put my fingers in it.  I'll have to find some records of the ocean to play.

The beach is always a place for me to recharge my batteries, as it were, and god knows after the last few months at work, I need recharging.  Decisions there have been made that feel like betrayal to me.  I feel like my support from my management has been yanked out from under me and I can't get anybody to shoot straight with me about why.

An employee was chosen to lead the department I'm in who has only 4 years as a professional, who has two managers that have complained TO ME about her work ethic, attendance, attitude and how she treats other people, and no leadership experience.  And now, that same employee has been nominated to attend a managerial executive development program.  I was not and yet I've been through the supervisory program.  She hasn't.  I'm not seeing the fairness in this.  I'm not seeing the logic.  I'm not seeing the rightness. 

She is black.  I am white.  One wonders.

And yet....and yet....and yet.....I'm asked to do the investigations.  I am requested specifically by other departments.  I am given the large assignments.  Why?  I would assume it's because I am competent and have demonstrated that.

One wonders.
I need the beach.
I need the truth.

I can handle the truth.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

This must be shared.

Just because it must.  Here's the link, for legal purposes.

Confirmed: God is slightly gay / Just ask the animals. As soon as they stop having all that homosexual sex
Confirmed: God is slightly gay
Just ask the animals. As soon as they stop having all that homosexual sex

By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist

I am sitting here right now smiling just a little, fondly recalling that famously controversial children's book, the one about the gay penguins.

Remember? That positively adorable pair of them, at the Central Park Zoo, who had adopted an abandoned egg and then hatched it themselves and were raising the chick together as a couple, even though the chick was clearly not theirs -- though of course how penguins can actually tell whose kid is whose is still a question. Never mind that now.

The best part: the story was absolutely true. The book, "And Tango Makes Three," was beautiful and sweet and touching in all the right ways -- except, of course, for the fact that it was also totally evil.

For indeed, the penguins in question, named Roy and Silo, were both males. This meant they were clearly in some sort of ungodly, aberrant homosexual relationship, mocking natural laws and defying God's will that all creatures only cohabitate with the opposite sex and buy microfiber sofas from Pottery Barn and eat their meals in silent resentment and never have sex.

Worst of all, the book depicted this relationship, this "family," as perfectly OK, as no big deal, as even (shudder) normal. After all, Roy and Silo didn't seem to give much of a damn. Tango sure seemed happy, what with not being left for dead and all. As of this writing, the Central Park Zoo has yet to be swallowed into a gaping maw of sinful doom. Any minute now, I suppose.

I am right now amused at this because it turns out Roy and Silo were not really so much of an anomaly at all. Nor were they some sort of unholy freakshow, an immoral mistake in the eyes of a wrathful hetero God. Far from it. Turns out they were, in fact, far more the norm than many humans, even to this day, want to let on.

Behold, the ongoing, increasingly startling research: homosexual and bisexual behavior, it turns out, is rampant in the animal kingdom. And by rampant, I mean proving to be damn near universal, commonplace across all species everywhere, existing for myriad reasons ranging from pure survival and procreative influence, right on over to pure pleasure, co-parenting, giddy screeching multiple monkey orgasm, even love, and a few dozen other potential explanations science hasn't quite figured out yet. Imagine.

Are you thinking, why sure, everyone knows about those sex-crazed dolphins and those superslut bonobo monkeys and the few other godless creatures like them, the sea turtles and the weird sheep and such, creatures who obviously haven't read Leviticus. But that's about it, right? Most animals are devoutly hetero and straight and damn happy about it, right?

Wrong.

New research is revealing so many creatures and species that exhibit homosexual/bisexual behavior of some kind, scientists are now saying there are actually very few, if any, species in existence that don't exhibit it in some way. It's everywhere: Bison. Giraffes. Ducks. Hyenas. Lions and lambs, lizards and dragonflies, polecats and elephants. Hetero sex. Anal sex. Partner swapping. The works.

Let's flip that around. Here's the shocking new truism: In the wilds of nature, to not have some level of homosexual/bisexual behavior in a given species is turning out to be the exception, not the rule. Would you like to read that statement again? Aloud? Through a megaphone? To the Mormon and Catholic churches? And the rest of them, as well? Repeatedly?

Would you like to inform them that such behavior is definitely not, as so many hard-line Christian literalists want to believe, some sort of poison that snuck into God's perfect cake mix, nor is it all due to some sort of toxic chemical that leeched into the animal's water supply, suddenly causing all creatures to occasionally feel the urge wear glitter and listen to techno and work on their abs?

And so we extend the idea just a little bit. Because if homosexual/bisexual behavior is universal and by design, if gender mutability is actually deeply woven into the very fabric of nature itself, and if you understand that nature is merely another word for God, well, you can only surmise that God is, to put it mildly, much more than just a little bit gay. I mean, obviously.

But let's be fair. That's not exactly true. God is not really gay, per se. God is more... pansexual. Omnisexual. Gender neutral. Gender indeterminate. It would appear that God, this all-knowing and all-creating and all-seeing divine energy that infuses and empowers all things at all times everywhere, does not give a flying leather whip about gender.

Or rather, She very much does, but not in the simpleminded, hetero-only way 2,000 years of confused religious dogma would have us all believe.

God's motto: Look, life is a wicked inscrutable orgy of love and compassion and survival instinct, shot through with pain and longing and death and suffering and far, far too many arguments about who did or did not pay the goddamn mortgage.

Life on Earth is messy and bloody and constantly evolving and transmuting and guess what? So is sexuality, and love, and connection, and what it means to exist. And if you uptight, hairless bipeds don't soon acknowledge this in a very profound way, well, it ain't the damn penguins who will suffer for it. You feel me?

This, then, is what science appears to be trying to tell us, has been telling us, over and over again: Nature abides no narrow, simplistic interpretation of her ways. Nature will defy your childish fears and laughable behavioral laws at nearly every turn. God does not do shrill homophobia.

Of course, until very recently, science was also beaten with the stick of right-wing fear for many, many years, told to keep quiet about those damnable facts, or else. Homosexuality is a lifestyle! A choice! And you can be lured into it! Seduced by the evil rainbow! Just like those poor penguins! Right.

Let us be perfectly clear. Not every individual animal necessarily displays homosexual traits. But in every sexually active species on the planet, at least some of them do, for all sorts of reasons, and it's common and obvious and as normal as a warm spring rain falling on a pod of giddy bottlenose dolphins having group sex off the coast of Fiji.

And either humankind is part of nature and the wanton animal kingdom, a full participant in the messy inexplicable glories of the flesh and spirit and gender play, or we are the aberrant mistake, the ones who are lagging far behind the rest of the kingdom, sad and lost in the eyes of a very, very fluid and increasingly disappointed God.

Mark Morford




Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Fishing

So, as some of you may know, I bought a used, old, flat-bottomed jon boat a few months ago.  My dad and I finally took it out on the water yesterday.  I hadn't really tested it for leaks so wanted to put it on a small body of water just in case there was a problem.  I'm happy to announce that while there did appear a tiny bit of water in the bottom I couldn't say for sure that it was a leak.  There was only about a cup full and it could have sloshed over the bow while we were moving because I was sitting up there working the trolling motor and as some of you also know, I'm built a lot like Robert Newhouse.  If you don't know who he is, look it up.

Anyway, I would count the morning a success even though we didn't catch a thing.  My cork went under only once and I can't even say for sure the it was due to a fish.  The weather was great.  There was just enough of a breeze to keep us cool.  In fact, it blew hard enough at times to make tiny little waves which is what was splashing over the bow when we drove into it.  It was quiet.  And for about the first hour we were the only ones there.  A few folks showed up later. 

We finally called it quits around 9:30 and came home.  It was nice to spend some time with my dad doing something that we both enjoy doing and not really caring whether we caught any fish.  A few bites would have been nice.  Maybe next time we'll just do to the middle, drop and anchor and do some catfishing on the bottom.  Who knows.  Who cares.  It's fishing.