Archive for the ‘Personal’ Category

Has Facebook killed the web? Is the Earth still flat?

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

Religious fanatics once told us that the world was flat. Needless to say, they were wrong. What 96% of the world fail to realize is that these same people are the individuals responsible for the concept of god and sin, church and a reason not to sell beer before noon on Sundays – at least if you are a citizen of Texas. What have religious institutions ever done to earn humanity’s trust? Even if a Jesus did exist, what does that even have to do with the church? I fail to follow the logic of religion. If you need to go to church every Sunday to figure out why religion is or isn’t important in your life, then it sounds like to me the foundation of religion is severely flawed. I guess if enough people believe in the whole notion of a God, then the argument is lessened to that of “who does it hurt? We should worship whatever we want.”. Well then this is not an argument anymore, like the questioning as to whether or not the world is flat, but has become an issue of conjecture or opinion. This, I can follow as logically sound.

So has Facebook killed the web? Has facebook killed the bible, or art, or all literature as we know it? I find such a question absurd just as one might ask whether you believe in a Jesus Christ as your lord and savior. What one must ask is who is asking the question. I would bet the bank that any such line of questioning would derive from a source whose best interest is to make up such nonsense. Passionately believe in things, but do not try to persuade as that is the first sign of disinformation. Disinformation leads to manipulation and ultimately persuasion, of which I believe we are all subject to in some form or fashion. The fact is is that Facebook is a website no matter how large or how immense they make themselves out to be. People can easily turn to another source of information at will as I believe that those online could care less about what a website is or what facebook is or how powerful they seem to be.

I believe our society is attempting to pioneer something great, just as we found that the world was round. If facebook helps us figure out what that something is, then so be it…if it’s only purpose is to identify that I like the color red, then it will fail. Humans are trying to connect to something greater than the Internet, something greater than religion, and something greater than ourselves. We need to stop ourselves from asking such stupid questions and find enough strength to figure out the right questions to ask.

And what is up, Tim?

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

I decided to ask myself a question, since my viewership is reluctant to do so. Perhaps it’s the very nature of the web. Don’t ask who people are as long as they are willing to give away information for free, does that sound ’bout right? Well, i’ll do everyone a favor and ask myself the question.

So who is the artist behind the curtains?

Ok, I give up as I am too tired to answer, but perhaps another time.

Road rage

Friday, June 18th, 2010

My fiancé was involved in an incident with a drunk driver who was trying to run her off the road.  In the process of seeing what our options were, I found this little video.  Enjoy.

Make love, not war.

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

Brilliant!

So I have some bad days lately

Saturday, May 15th, 2010

Outside of not having cancer, being healthy, and alive, I’ve had some pretty bad days as of late. I had a prospect tell me she didn’t want me to do her website because she felt I wasn’t experienced enough. Honestly, I have never had anyone tell me that I wasn’t experienced to do anything before. My computer blew up, forcing me to replace the damaged parts. And, believe it or not, my insurance check has yet to arrive. Yet something is very different. There’s a part of me that just want to be stressed out to the max, but another part of me, a larger percentage of me, is thankful of being alive. I suppose that this is what my near collision course with cancer was supposed to do. Nothing surmounts to the experience I had just endured. I am extremely grateful for friends, family, and coworkers as they helped guide me through this rough patch in my life. The problem was just so great, I couldn’t handle it alone. But for once, I find that these so called problems can be managed or solved through patience, determination, and fortitude.

I feel as if this is a new beginning. Tim, meet world. World, meet new Tim. By the way, I promise to blog in a more optimistic fashion. I had to blog what I was currently feeling as many other cancer patients who decided to blog, were true to themselves and helped me along the way. It is nice to know that people still feel things online. We lose that spiritual element in words.

A game of chance

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

I started writing about chance and life and all this other pillow talk that I really know nothing about, but actually I thought I would talk about something I know. The honest truth is that I am an acosmic pantheist. Every step I make in life has been predetermined by my own social construct of who I want to be. Think matrix, but without all the computers or CGI. It is the universe which propels me forward in life and the law of nature which keeps everything so damn entertaining. I guess I could believe in a god, but why bother. Why create a construct of a construct? In my mind, heaven, or what some call heaven, is where we are today. It is man’s inability to see it which perplexes me. How many heavens must men/women be able to create or envision before they are happy?

Chances are I might have cancer. Chances are I might die from it. I am also confronted with the chance that there may be no cancer at all. What worries me is why I have never thought of life being so fragile in the first place. I mean, I just gaze up at the stars every night when I come home and I see the universe at work. An infinite number of stars are dying and becoming born again. Some collapse unto themselves, others become a portion of the mass they use to be. In either case, each scenario is confronted by chance, or a simple roll of the die. If life for a star is so up in the air, then how could I have even thought that I was any different?

An abnormal growth…

Thursday, May 6th, 2010

Today was the hardest day of my life. I went to the emergency room having a nagging head ache after a car accident yesterday. The doctor was for certain that my head was not of issue, he did pay particular attention to a growth on my tonsil, however. Turns out the growth could be cancerous. I go to an ENT Wednesday to find out if I need to have a biopsy conducted on a portion of a sample. This is a weird situation for me right now. I will blog whenever I can.

Baskin and Robbins Ice Cream and Cake Song

Tuesday, May 4th, 2010

Sarah was busting a move while singing the Baskin Robins Ice Cream and Cake song after dinner. I wouldn’t be doing the song justice had I not posted it, so here you go.

A Nationalist America

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

I think Obama is picking up on the same thing I have been picking up on just talking to friends. I believe this “tea party” movement is the Republican party trying to shift the debate from that of political discourse to nationalism. You may not believe in Obama’s politics, but he is our President. For the tea party to continue to protest for reduction of government spending serves no point at all. Individuals who side with the tea party do not want to subsidize the poor. However, having no children of my own nor plans to have any, I have to subsidize the gross overpopulation of middle class America. Where are my tax breaks? It is due to our inability to control children making that we find ourselves in the situation we are in. But you don’t see the couples with no children out in open revolt, demanding adults have less children and more accountability for their bedroom activites. Maybe we should march?

This morning, Carson City, and allergies

Sunday, March 7th, 2010

Yesterday was rough. Saw my father for the first time in twelve years. Poor guy couldn’t stop babbling about pain and wanting to go home. If he could only see himself, though. The severity of his situation would be enough for anyone to want to stay in bed. However, the fine staff at Carson Tahoe are confronted with two problems. A.). My fathers diagnosed condition of pancreatitis and B.) withdrawal. The two together make for a situation where my father needs the help, but at the same time can not as he is wanting to get out of his bed every hour or so wanting to go home. He will also fight the nurses to make this happen. All this transpired not five minutes of me walking in.

Yesterday I had also talked to my grandmother for the first time in twenty or so years. I found out that she has cancer and is dying. That followed up with a call from my aunt, of whom I had not talked to in years. It’s strange making contact with my family like this. Time has transpired to the point where the other side of my family had just become numb to it all. I don’t blame them. With the amount of family turmoil in my family, I suppose you have to pick and choose what burdens you wish to shoulder while trying to live a normal life.

Allergies in the area is what did me in. I got pretty sick around four. Could only see my father for about ten minutes when I new I had to get some form of medicine as I was not going to make it through the night. It was probably nerves more so than anything. Nerves and pollen, I might add.

This morning my father squeezed my hand, calling out my name.