(I did it!! The moment i stopped trying, i finally achieved the most PERFECT romance ad ever written.)
There are moments in your life, few and far between...unexpected moments of the purest clarity...when you suddenly understand, and all that was complicated becomes so simple. I realize now that what i want...really, all i've ever wanted...is an Asian woman who loves Star Trek.
yours in fun,
wrob
P.S. I'm not into spanking, but i'll do whatever it takes to make you happy.
P.P.S. Remind me again...asian women, are they the ones with the eyes, or the hair?
(I posted four days ago. Total respondents thus far? Zero. Superb!)
Friday, February 10, 2012
100x
Everything that hurts in this society, hurts a hundred times more than it should.
To lose a child, hurts.
To lose a lover, hurts.
To lose a friend, hurts.
These things have always hurt, and always will.
But nothing like they do at this moment in history.
Inside your blood, inside your bones, nothing has prepared you for this life. You may understand it in the abstract, but in the very threads of your DNA, the life you were born to live, the life humans lived for 99% of our history, is community life. Communities of 150 at the very most. The maximum number of people we can relate to as individuals. If you've ever played or worked in a group of much more than one hundred, you know that your brain had to start relegating individuals into dehumanized abstractions.
In a community, every adult knows every child. Every adult invests a part of themselves in each child. If a child dies, every mourner has another child close at hand, whom they can hold a little tighter until the sadness fades.
In this lonely society, where can a grieving parent with no other children go? Nowhere. Picture a shattered soul, curled up in a fetal position in a bed only a child would fit. Even if there are other children, nuclear families are so insulated and isolated that the hole left by a missing child is often a wound that never heals.
Everything hurts a hundred times more than it should. We cope. Because no one ever offered us another choice.
In a community, with no resources to count on other than each other, everyone takes care of everyone else. Even the most annoying neener in town would instantly put themself in harm's way for you, and you them. Your lives are interwined. Survival is the currency of community living. To be alone in such a world is to perish.
In this modern world, the loss of a child hurts on another level, because we know we've lost someone who might have taken care of us when we are old. Some even consciously choose to have children, for this reason. Is this fair to the child? No. But we know no other way. All around us, we see people who slip through the cracks. Even if we're isolated from the world's castoffs, we can never avoid their images. We know they're out there...and that some of them once looked just like us. The fear of being forgotten is one of the fundamental motivations of modern life. When you've lost your vigor and beauty, will you be tossed aside?
Losing a lover also hurts, far more than it should. In our lovers, we seek someone who will cleave to us. And never leave. Such heavy weight to attach to something so light and beautiful. In a community, the thought of ending up alone is as alien a notion as sprouting a second butt.
But in this world, ever underpinning the love with which we cling to our beloved, is fear. Love and fear, the gifts we lay at their feet. So when we lose a lover, the little child inside us takes a wide-eyed gulp. The further along we get, each year bringing us one step closer to no longer being fuckable or able to tame our environment with ease...the greater this fear howls in our lonely nights.
In this world, we all know the stress inherent in parent-child relationships. Many of us spend a lifetime disappointing, or being disappointed. This hurt is amplified immeasurably because of the isolation of nuclear families. Every little friction gets rubbed raw, over years and decades.
In communities, the stresses of any single relationship are buffered by the depth inherent in all relationships.
Fear.
And loneliness.
Above all, loneliness. Something your genetic birthright has given you NO ability to deal with, or even understand. At least fear, in some form or another, is something your ancestors understood. To run into a cave from a storm, and suddenly hear a rumble that might be saber-toothed, is a fear humans of any epoch would understand.
Our ancestors, however, would have no frame of reference for modern fear, where the presence of metaphorical saber-teeth are always there, lurking in our darkness.
Plop one of our ancestors into your life, and he or she would literally go insane. Or at best, flee to coping mechanisms that would sedate a rhinoceros. Drugs of every conceivable effect. Addictions of every conceivable design. Materialism. Adrenaline. Cults of god, cults of celebrity, cults of sport. Sometimes this sedation works. The alternative is hyper-aggression, against others or oneself. Anti-sociality most multi-sided...suicide, homicide, patricide, fratricide, infanticide, regicide...and yes, even (shudder) copacabanicide.
You weren't made to live this way.
I'm sorry.
I cry for all of us.
Everything that hurts in this society, hurts a hundred times more than it should.
To lose a child, hurts.
To lose a lover, hurts.
To lose a friend, hurts.
These things have always hurt, and always will.
But nothing like they do at this moment in history.
Inside your blood, inside your bones, nothing has prepared you for this life. You may understand it in the abstract, but in the very threads of your DNA, the life you were born to live, the life humans lived for 99% of our history, is community life. Communities of 150 at the very most. The maximum number of people we can relate to as individuals. If you've ever played or worked in a group of much more than one hundred, you know that your brain had to start relegating individuals into dehumanized abstractions.
In a community, every adult knows every child. Every adult invests a part of themselves in each child. If a child dies, every mourner has another child close at hand, whom they can hold a little tighter until the sadness fades.
In this lonely society, where can a grieving parent with no other children go? Nowhere. Picture a shattered soul, curled up in a fetal position in a bed only a child would fit. Even if there are other children, nuclear families are so insulated and isolated that the hole left by a missing child is often a wound that never heals.
Everything hurts a hundred times more than it should. We cope. Because no one ever offered us another choice.
In a community, with no resources to count on other than each other, everyone takes care of everyone else. Even the most annoying neener in town would instantly put themself in harm's way for you, and you them. Your lives are interwined. Survival is the currency of community living. To be alone in such a world is to perish.
In this modern world, the loss of a child hurts on another level, because we know we've lost someone who might have taken care of us when we are old. Some even consciously choose to have children, for this reason. Is this fair to the child? No. But we know no other way. All around us, we see people who slip through the cracks. Even if we're isolated from the world's castoffs, we can never avoid their images. We know they're out there...and that some of them once looked just like us. The fear of being forgotten is one of the fundamental motivations of modern life. When you've lost your vigor and beauty, will you be tossed aside?
Losing a lover also hurts, far more than it should. In our lovers, we seek someone who will cleave to us. And never leave. Such heavy weight to attach to something so light and beautiful. In a community, the thought of ending up alone is as alien a notion as sprouting a second butt.
But in this world, ever underpinning the love with which we cling to our beloved, is fear. Love and fear, the gifts we lay at their feet. So when we lose a lover, the little child inside us takes a wide-eyed gulp. The further along we get, each year bringing us one step closer to no longer being fuckable or able to tame our environment with ease...the greater this fear howls in our lonely nights.
In this world, we all know the stress inherent in parent-child relationships. Many of us spend a lifetime disappointing, or being disappointed. This hurt is amplified immeasurably because of the isolation of nuclear families. Every little friction gets rubbed raw, over years and decades.
In communities, the stresses of any single relationship are buffered by the depth inherent in all relationships.
Fear.
And loneliness.
Above all, loneliness. Something your genetic birthright has given you NO ability to deal with, or even understand. At least fear, in some form or another, is something your ancestors understood. To run into a cave from a storm, and suddenly hear a rumble that might be saber-toothed, is a fear humans of any epoch would understand.
Our ancestors, however, would have no frame of reference for modern fear, where the presence of metaphorical saber-teeth are always there, lurking in our darkness.
Plop one of our ancestors into your life, and he or she would literally go insane. Or at best, flee to coping mechanisms that would sedate a rhinoceros. Drugs of every conceivable effect. Addictions of every conceivable design. Materialism. Adrenaline. Cults of god, cults of celebrity, cults of sport. Sometimes this sedation works. The alternative is hyper-aggression, against others or oneself. Anti-sociality most multi-sided...suicide, homicide, patricide, fratricide, infanticide, regicide...and yes, even (shudder) copacabanicide.
You weren't made to live this way.
I'm sorry.
I cry for all of us.
Everything that hurts in this society, hurts a hundred times more than it should.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
fucked
If you don't find somebodies
to make you laugh
every day
you're fucked
If you don't find somebodies
to hold you close
every day
you're fucked
If you don't find somebodies
to sex you up
every day
you're fucked
to make you laugh
every day
you're fucked
If you don't find somebodies
to hold you close
every day
you're fucked
If you don't find somebodies
to sex you up
every day
you're fucked
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
dear paul
Dear Paul,
Yes, Tony has evolved...he's become pretty dreamy in person, and has created some amazing paintings. Have you held a brush recently? Or is parenthood the death of creativity? I may have ulterior motives in asking that question, as my body seems in recent years to be SCREAMING at me to make babies...i keep finding myself being uninterested in women who want no part of children, and drawn toward fertile uteruses (uteri?), even obviously incompatible ones, almost recklessly.
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Dear Rob,
Parenthood is not the death of creativity, it is just the lack of time to produce. 2 things I try to do is find creativity in what I am doing now for money. But that is an epic fail. there is no point in trying to think out of the box when raising a child. because it is pretty basic. Just nurture. I have found, if you hang around women who are not nurturing you will not want to procreate. But when you are involved with woman who are very nurturing you will want to have a child. I thought I could be a parent that would be cool and poor and artistic. but I, personally,need to make things a little easier for my son. Even though he is totally flexible with whatever situation I put him in. I love being a parent but I also do miss what I was.
Love,
Paul
Yes, Tony has evolved...he's become pretty dreamy in person, and has created some amazing paintings. Have you held a brush recently? Or is parenthood the death of creativity? I may have ulterior motives in asking that question, as my body seems in recent years to be SCREAMING at me to make babies...i keep finding myself being uninterested in women who want no part of children, and drawn toward fertile uteruses (uteri?), even obviously incompatible ones, almost recklessly.
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Dear Rob,
Parenthood is not the death of creativity, it is just the lack of time to produce. 2 things I try to do is find creativity in what I am doing now for money. But that is an epic fail. there is no point in trying to think out of the box when raising a child. because it is pretty basic. Just nurture. I have found, if you hang around women who are not nurturing you will not want to procreate. But when you are involved with woman who are very nurturing you will want to have a child. I thought I could be a parent that would be cool and poor and artistic. but I, personally,need to make things a little easier for my son. Even though he is totally flexible with whatever situation I put him in. I love being a parent but I also do miss what I was.
Love,
Paul
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Colicos & Ansara
We gratefully salute two of sci fi's most enduring baddies - John Colicos and Michael Ansara.
The award given annually to the most outstanding science fiction villain ought only reasonably bear only one name: The John Colicos Award. John (1928-2000) played the first klingon in STAR TREK history. He gave life to one of the most slimy, iconic villains of all time as the classic Baltar in BATTLESTAR GALACTICA. In a forty-nine year career, he accumulated 101 other credits, ranging from MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE to CHARLIE'S ANGELS to THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE.
Michael (b. 1922) first became a TV star playing Cochise, the lead in the 1956-1960 series BROKEN ARROW. He was Princess Ardala's right hand, Kane, in BUCK ROGERS. He was Barbara Eden's husband of sixteen years. Over a 55-year career, he racked up 187 credits.
Kor and Kang even appeared together once, in the DS9 episode "Blood Oath".
COLICOS-A-THON
-STAR TREK "Errand of Mercy", 1967, Kor
-THE STARLOST "The Goddess Calabra", 1973, the governor
-BATTLESTAR GALACTICA "Baltar's Escape", 1979, Baltar
-STAR TREK DEEP SPACE NINE "Once More Unto the Breach", 1998, Kor
-BATTLESTAR GALACTICA: THE SECOND COMING, 1999, Baltar
ANSARA-THON
-LOST IN SPACE "The Challenge" 1966, The Ruler
-STAR TREK "Day of the Dove" 1968, Kang
-BUCK ROGERS IN THE 25th CENTURY "Ardala Returns" 1980, Kane
-STAR TREK DEEP SPACE NINE "Blood Oath" 1994, Kang
-STAR TREK VOYAGER "Flashback" 1996, Kang
The award given annually to the most outstanding science fiction villain ought only reasonably bear only one name: The John Colicos Award. John (1928-2000) played the first klingon in STAR TREK history. He gave life to one of the most slimy, iconic villains of all time as the classic Baltar in BATTLESTAR GALACTICA. In a forty-nine year career, he accumulated 101 other credits, ranging from MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE to CHARLIE'S ANGELS to THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE.
Michael (b. 1922) first became a TV star playing Cochise, the lead in the 1956-1960 series BROKEN ARROW. He was Princess Ardala's right hand, Kane, in BUCK ROGERS. He was Barbara Eden's husband of sixteen years. Over a 55-year career, he racked up 187 credits.
Kor and Kang even appeared together once, in the DS9 episode "Blood Oath".
COLICOS-A-THON
-STAR TREK "Errand of Mercy", 1967, Kor
-THE STARLOST "The Goddess Calabra", 1973, the governor
-BATTLESTAR GALACTICA "Baltar's Escape", 1979, Baltar
-STAR TREK DEEP SPACE NINE "Once More Unto the Breach", 1998, Kor
-BATTLESTAR GALACTICA: THE SECOND COMING, 1999, Baltar
ANSARA-THON
-LOST IN SPACE "The Challenge" 1966, The Ruler
-STAR TREK "Day of the Dove" 1968, Kang
-BUCK ROGERS IN THE 25th CENTURY "Ardala Returns" 1980, Kane
-STAR TREK DEEP SPACE NINE "Blood Oath" 1994, Kang
-STAR TREK VOYAGER "Flashback" 1996, Kang
Monday, February 6, 2012
hello janie
Hello Janie,
Why did i mention the prostitute? Because you asked about Greg's interest in my activities. I suspected you might not want to hear about her (which is illogical on a couple of levels, the most obvious being that my intent with her is neither romantic nor sexual...but we're all a little illogical sometimes, so i understand). I didn't feel i could properly answer your question without mentioning the thing Greg was most interested in. I didn't want to give a half-answer. Everybody in the world gives half-answers, always hiding their real selves. I think i was also willing to mention her because i didn't want to cater to your having an illogical reaction.
If it wasn't jealousy you were feeling, what was it, sweet friend?
The other answer to your thoughts is that they are a little right. The other night was very exciting to me, but perhaps not for the same reasons as yourself. I was more excited about the "friend" part of FWB, the thought of discovering a new friend. I was touched by your intelligence, and commonalities in our spirits. I had sex with you because you had set up the paradigm of NSAFWB, and because i wanted to make you happy. I knew there was some imbalance as we talked afterwards, when you asked about the moment i knew i was attracted to you. There was no moment. I genuinely like you, and responded to your desire for a certain kind of happiness.
So what made you unhappy about the prostitute? I found out today why she cancelled. She was raped on Friday.
hugs and a kiss,
wrob
Why did i mention the prostitute? Because you asked about Greg's interest in my activities. I suspected you might not want to hear about her (which is illogical on a couple of levels, the most obvious being that my intent with her is neither romantic nor sexual...but we're all a little illogical sometimes, so i understand). I didn't feel i could properly answer your question without mentioning the thing Greg was most interested in. I didn't want to give a half-answer. Everybody in the world gives half-answers, always hiding their real selves. I think i was also willing to mention her because i didn't want to cater to your having an illogical reaction.
If it wasn't jealousy you were feeling, what was it, sweet friend?
The other answer to your thoughts is that they are a little right. The other night was very exciting to me, but perhaps not for the same reasons as yourself. I was more excited about the "friend" part of FWB, the thought of discovering a new friend. I was touched by your intelligence, and commonalities in our spirits. I had sex with you because you had set up the paradigm of NSAFWB, and because i wanted to make you happy. I knew there was some imbalance as we talked afterwards, when you asked about the moment i knew i was attracted to you. There was no moment. I genuinely like you, and responded to your desire for a certain kind of happiness.
So what made you unhappy about the prostitute? I found out today why she cancelled. She was raped on Friday.
hugs and a kiss,
wrob
Sunday, February 5, 2012
"Earth 2"
1994-1995
In a future when Earth is barely habitable, much of humanity lives on orbiting stations. A maverick billionaire builds a ship to explore a planet 22 light years away, hoping to colonize. The flight is sabotaged by the government, and the survivors must make their way on an unforgiving world.
For a while, the show lives up to this promising premise. You're rooting for it, because it stars a woman (Debrah Farentino) on the cusp of middle age, and a number of the creators are female as well. But eventually the other shoe drops, and the lack of any real vision or intelligence relegates it to second-rate.
The performances and visuals are wonderful. Clancy Brown (HIGHLANDER) and Rebecca Gayheart (JAWBREAKER) are a delight. Tim Curry and Terry O'Quinn (LOST) make lovely appearances. For Clancy in particular, one wished the series would have been smarter and longer. But unfortunate, simple-minded dips into ghosts, religion, and mawkish marital monogamy are leaden albatrosses around the show's neck. Poor Rebecca is saddled with a marriage that simply doesn't work, because her husband (John Gegenhuber) does so many stupid, utterly selfish things that it breaks the bonds of credibility to think that the group would have allowed him to remain (to say nothing of her loving him). On this, and in other ways, the potential for gritty, realistic humans teetering on the edge of survival, is glossed over and made "nice".
In a future when Earth is barely habitable, much of humanity lives on orbiting stations. A maverick billionaire builds a ship to explore a planet 22 light years away, hoping to colonize. The flight is sabotaged by the government, and the survivors must make their way on an unforgiving world.
For a while, the show lives up to this promising premise. You're rooting for it, because it stars a woman (Debrah Farentino) on the cusp of middle age, and a number of the creators are female as well. But eventually the other shoe drops, and the lack of any real vision or intelligence relegates it to second-rate.
The performances and visuals are wonderful. Clancy Brown (HIGHLANDER) and Rebecca Gayheart (JAWBREAKER) are a delight. Tim Curry and Terry O'Quinn (LOST) make lovely appearances. For Clancy in particular, one wished the series would have been smarter and longer. But unfortunate, simple-minded dips into ghosts, religion, and mawkish marital monogamy are leaden albatrosses around the show's neck. Poor Rebecca is saddled with a marriage that simply doesn't work, because her husband (John Gegenhuber) does so many stupid, utterly selfish things that it breaks the bonds of credibility to think that the group would have allowed him to remain (to say nothing of her loving him). On this, and in other ways, the potential for gritty, realistic humans teetering on the edge of survival, is glossed over and made "nice".
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