Saturday, June 14, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
System Failure...
"Alert, alert, Will Robinson, danger, danger!" said Robot B-9 from Lost in Space; reminding his young charge of the dangers lurking, the system failing. System failure - many systems can fail: family, friends, computers, social services, the government and I believe this list can go on and on.
But what do we do when the system fails us? Do we jump ship? Leave it all behind? Or do we just implode as the system fails and all signals are lost. How do we know when the system will fail? Do we then just walk away from the wreckage of our lives, hoping that this system failure will not take us down with the ship?
The system has failed me, time and time again. And has it failed me because of the color of my skin? Although it pales in comparison to most, it is indeed colored. It has not been seen so because no one has bothered to check. How many systems have failed me?
Back before it was "in" I was fired for sexually harassing a vice president. How does one sexually harass a superior? Is it because the system in place was meant for him and not for me? Yet when the tables were reversed, it once again failed me due to the color of another's skin. And because my skin pales in comparison with others, the system has failed me as well, time and time again.
Yet I will bring it back. I will be the one that other's will be hoping that Robot B-9 will be alerting all for the looming danger. I am writing a book entitled "System Failure". And everybody is in! Are you all excited yet? You should be. The very system that was put up to protect me and only failed me time and time again will pay its due, but this time to me.
The system itself will fail, as it has failed me.
System Failure...
But what do we do when the system fails us? Do we jump ship? Leave it all behind? Or do we just implode as the system fails and all signals are lost. How do we know when the system will fail? Do we then just walk away from the wreckage of our lives, hoping that this system failure will not take us down with the ship?
The system has failed me, time and time again. And has it failed me because of the color of my skin? Although it pales in comparison to most, it is indeed colored. It has not been seen so because no one has bothered to check. How many systems have failed me?
Back before it was "in" I was fired for sexually harassing a vice president. How does one sexually harass a superior? Is it because the system in place was meant for him and not for me? Yet when the tables were reversed, it once again failed me due to the color of another's skin. And because my skin pales in comparison with others, the system has failed me as well, time and time again.
Yet I will bring it back. I will be the one that other's will be hoping that Robot B-9 will be alerting all for the looming danger. I am writing a book entitled "System Failure". And everybody is in! Are you all excited yet? You should be. The very system that was put up to protect me and only failed me time and time again will pay its due, but this time to me.
The system itself will fail, as it has failed me.
System Failure...
Friday, May 30, 2014
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Power...
TRAVERS
Well. We can begin the review at last.
We'll skip over the more obvious—
Well. We can begin the review at last.
We'll skip over the more obvious—
BUFFY
There isn't going to be a review.
There isn't going to be a review.
TRAVERS
Sorry?
Sorry?
BUFFY
No review. No interrogation, no questions
you know I can't answer, no hoops, no jumps...
No review. No interrogation, no questions
you know I can't answer, no hoops, no jumps...
BUFFY
...and no interruptions.
(to them all)
See I've had a lot of people talking
at me, last few days. People just
lining up to tell me how unimportant
I am. And I finally figured out why.
...and no interruptions.
(to them all)
See I've had a lot of people talking
at me, last few days. People just
lining up to tell me how unimportant
I am. And I finally figured out why.
BUFFY
Power. I have it. They don't.
This bothers them.
(strolls about a bit)
Glory came to my house today—
Power. I have it. They don't.
This bothers them.
(strolls about a bit)
Glory came to my house today—
BUFFY
--Just to talk. Tell me I'm a bug,
I'm a flea, she could squash me in
a second... Only she didn't squash
me. She came to my house and she
talked. We had what in her warped
brain probably passes for a civilized
conversation. Why? Because she
needs something from me. Because
I have power over her.
--Just to talk. Tell me I'm a bug,
I'm a flea, she could squash me in
a second... Only she didn't squash
me. She came to my house and she
talked. We had what in her warped
brain probably passes for a civilized
conversation. Why? Because she
needs something from me. Because
I have power over her.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Fear...
"Terrible thing, to live in fear.
Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all
too well. All I want is to be back
where things make sense. Where I
won't have to be afraid all the time."
Red
THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION...
Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all
too well. All I want is to be back
where things make sense. Where I
won't have to be afraid all the time."
Red
THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION...
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Mr. Sandman...
"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream - make him the cutest that I've ever seen" sang The Chordettes in 1954. Well, Mr.Sandman brought me a dream - one of a man I had never seen. It was strange, so lucid, so real and lasted most of the night.
It was definitely the strangest dream, yet I believe it held a very strong message for me. It was about a man who, when I first saw him, I thought him to be the ugliest man I'd ever seen. And yet, he began to morph and change, and suddenly it was the same man, yet I saw him with different eyes.
He had a protruding jawline, almost exaggerated. And then he was the most beautiful of men. Dressed finely in his Celtic kilt and very muscular. (Possibly due to seeing many pictures of these men on FB). He was charming, mesmerizing and beckoned me to follow. And follow I did.
We danced like children, laughing and playing in fields of green and gold. It was so surreal, and yet he made me so very happy. This went on for most of the night and then the truth struck me as if I had been hit by a bus.
He stood in the middle of a street, beckoning me to follow. I looked up and saw a stop light do I stay or do I go? I stood there nervously not knowing what to do. His smile lit up the sky as if he were a God himself. And as he grabbed ahold of my hand...
I stopped and looked back at all of the responsibilities in my life. I had a choice to make - go forward or turn back. Sadly, I turned back.
Maybe Mr. Sandman is trying to tell me something. Maybe I'm not so selfish, maybe, just maybe I have been bound by too many responsibilities' in my life for so long that I have been afraid to go ahead, go ahead and love and finally know love.
Maybe...
It was definitely the strangest dream, yet I believe it held a very strong message for me. It was about a man who, when I first saw him, I thought him to be the ugliest man I'd ever seen. And yet, he began to morph and change, and suddenly it was the same man, yet I saw him with different eyes.
He had a protruding jawline, almost exaggerated. And then he was the most beautiful of men. Dressed finely in his Celtic kilt and very muscular. (Possibly due to seeing many pictures of these men on FB). He was charming, mesmerizing and beckoned me to follow. And follow I did.
We danced like children, laughing and playing in fields of green and gold. It was so surreal, and yet he made me so very happy. This went on for most of the night and then the truth struck me as if I had been hit by a bus.
He stood in the middle of a street, beckoning me to follow. I looked up and saw a stop light do I stay or do I go? I stood there nervously not knowing what to do. His smile lit up the sky as if he were a God himself. And as he grabbed ahold of my hand...
I stopped and looked back at all of the responsibilities in my life. I had a choice to make - go forward or turn back. Sadly, I turned back.
Maybe Mr. Sandman is trying to tell me something. Maybe I'm not so selfish, maybe, just maybe I have been bound by too many responsibilities' in my life for so long that I have been afraid to go ahead, go ahead and love and finally know love.
Maybe...
Sunday, February 2, 2014
The Eulogy...
"She gave of herself unselfishly, to all who came into her world. She has fought and survived many battles in this life from a very young age. She lives not as an example, but of experience that has enriched the lives of those around her. Her spirit, strength, laughter and joy for all who knew her will always shine as a bright star in the dark sky's night. No one a stranger to her, all were her friends. She will be greatly missed by those who had the great fortune of meeting her upon their paths in this life. She will always be a shining star of love, whose love will forever shine upon all those she loved"...
It was during a workshop on death, dying and transformation that this was written. And it made me think of what was missing from this eulogy. The instructions were to write it as if someone that was close to you would. I chose my youngest brother and thought of what he'd say.
And in these times it is when we need to look closely at our lives and look for not so much of what we have done for others, but what have we done for ourselves? As I reread these words I thought of the things that I'd like to see in this eulogy - the girl who danced upon the Milky Way, the one who flittered like the butterfly she was - always reaching higher and higher until there was nothing left.
Yet in all earnest, the only thing that is missing in this eulogy would be -, "Although she has loved, she never knew love. Love never came to stay and always turned away". How sad, yet true. But why is it that this will be the lost line in this eulogy? Is it true what my dying mother said to me? That I am too selfish to give myself to anyone? With that said, does this then become a paradox? Am I too selfish? Too selfish with myself and my time to give love to another?
Or is it simply just a matter of loving, yet never being loved...
It was during a workshop on death, dying and transformation that this was written. And it made me think of what was missing from this eulogy. The instructions were to write it as if someone that was close to you would. I chose my youngest brother and thought of what he'd say.
And in these times it is when we need to look closely at our lives and look for not so much of what we have done for others, but what have we done for ourselves? As I reread these words I thought of the things that I'd like to see in this eulogy - the girl who danced upon the Milky Way, the one who flittered like the butterfly she was - always reaching higher and higher until there was nothing left.
Yet in all earnest, the only thing that is missing in this eulogy would be -, "Although she has loved, she never knew love. Love never came to stay and always turned away". How sad, yet true. But why is it that this will be the lost line in this eulogy? Is it true what my dying mother said to me? That I am too selfish to give myself to anyone? With that said, does this then become a paradox? Am I too selfish? Too selfish with myself and my time to give love to another?
Or is it simply just a matter of loving, yet never being loved...
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