I Hear your Bide, your Empathy

em·pa·thy nx1fkx’,en:’wotdau’,io:’0′,b:’wotd’,tp:’lrl’,m:’wotdau’})” href=”#”>http://static.sfdict.com/dictstatic/g/d/speaker.gif [em-puh-thee] noun 1.the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another. 2.the imaginative ascribing to an object, as a natural object or work of art, feelings or attitudes present in oneself: By means of empathy, a great painting becomes a mirror of the self.   Rekindling old friendships in the midst of a busy and semi-chaotic life can prove to be a nice change of pace. Breaking the monotony of life with nostalgia and familiarity. Easing your way back to pleasant thoughts and a sense of belonging. Not that my life is unpleasant. Exactly the opposite. But I have smiled more in the past few days in spite of that. It’s strange what an organized impromptu high school reunion can do. I saw two of my favorite people in life there and was surrounded by many more favored people. Yes it was familiar and easy, but it was needed. Everybody, regardless of age, sex, gender, disposition, needs contact with someone they are fond of. Empathy. A basic emotion that distances the human species from other animals. Sure, other animals emote, but not on the psychosomatic level that humans can. When I rekindled,  I walked up, gave a hug and continued the conversation that was left off eight years ago. Elliptical conversations that have no end. They go on and on and on. That is the feeling of rekindling. Similar to deja vu, but being fully self-aware. What has this person has been up to while we’ve been away is irrelevant. It does not matter and it will never matter. But, when I sit down...

Fire in the Sky

What a weird day. Really. It looks the same as it did 11 years ago. Bright, blue sky, calm fair air. The feeling is different today, though. I’m older. Fatter. Wiser. A father. A husband. Come to think of it, that is about the only difference. I’m still going to see the same band next week, that I was supposed to see 11 years ago (I had to wait until February of 2002, though.) My alarm went off at 8:02 CDT at 240 South Salisbury, #9 in West Lafayette, IN. I had/have problems waking up, so I set my alarm on the loudest volume to a mexican radio station. Why Mexican? The calls and yells were enough to take you out of your stuper at any time of night/day. The alarm went off and Banky licked my face. Something was different this time. There was panic in the air. Not the jovial sounds of a marachi band. Banky wasn’t panicked, but my heart sank. I regained consciousness at 8:03 and things got stranger. The frantic voice on the radio screamed and exclaimed that the second tower has been hit. I heard it live. I jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. I turned the TV on. My 20-year-old head went numb. The skyline of New York, that I had seen so many times on Friends and Soprano’s was on fire. The frantic man from the radio, that was speaking english, was right. I grabbed a Kamel Red Light and took Banky outside. I was confused. No one was outside. I saw the flicker of TVs in...

Successful Toddler Angst

Success in America is measured by monetary and materialistic gain and other intangibles such as notoriety and fame. The more money and toys you have, the more successful you have become. The more airtime you receive, the more successful you are. Success. Fame. Fortune.The Dream. I like money. Hell, I wouldn’t even mind a bit of notoriety. But, I don’t know. I just don’t think of success that way. I never really did. Having children may have solidified my stance. It didn’t formulate my stance, yet put it into practice. I take a very simple and instinctual stance on success. Don’t die and advance the human race. All humans. Not just liberal ones, conservative ones, christian ones, jewish ones, atheist ones, muslim ones, american ones, canadian ones, european ones, asian ones, african ones, south american ones. All humans. Together we’ve accomplished some cool shit. Alone we have taken some of the progress away. To be successful is to progress. To be successful, one must be progressive, not regressive. I consider being successful an easy thing to do. It may be why I carry virtually no stress. My worries are minuscule compared to others I know that are motivated by money and materials. You may respond with cynicism citing the fact that I have money, so of course there is no reason to worry about it. Yes, I have money. Not a lot, but enough. Just a few years ago, I was living paycheck to paycheck, but still carried little stress. If you believe you’ll be okay, you will. I’m raising two, pretty awesome kids right now. I’m successful to...

Girl, You’ll be a Woman Soon

It’s weird when things happen. Yes, I know the cryptic vagueness is less than desirable, but it’s a sting of days on a calendar that things are happening. What are things? Nouns, I suppose. Things are anything. Well, not anything. 1.a material object without life or consciousness; an inanimate object. 2. some entity, object, or creature that is not or cannot be specifically designated or precisely described: The stick had a brass thing on it. 3. anything that is or may become an object of thought: things of the spirit. 4. things, matters; affairs: Things are going well now. 5. a fact, circumstance, or state of affairs: It is a curious thing. according to dictionary.com How can something so simple, be so complicated and diverse? It is a curious thing that matters. I’ve thought long and hard about what that thing was on that inanimate object. If you do sit down and think about it, our life is driven by things. It is our forethought and our backthought. It is instinctual and learned. It satisfied Maslow’s need to make a list of human’s needs. Today, September 5th, 2012, my sister and her husband brought a thing into the world. Sweet Adeline Marie emerged from my sister’s thing and was greeted by a bunch of things looking closely at her in admiration and joy. Congratulations to Shauna and Cameron on the beautiful miracle. Our family is fortunate to have some many people who love each other, unconditionally and genuinely enjoy spending time together. When people tell me about their families and how there is nothing there and they don’t get...