12.14.98
*yawn!* I have to be up and bright and cheery at work soon, but I've decided instead of sleep, I'll rant for a bit. Brace yerselves. First off, let me say that depression makes me do some stoopid things, and this evening has been no exception. Instead of having quality time with my man (Pictures of whom you will find in a gallery elsewhere) I spent my evening posting galleries (damn, I said that already.)
Yes, at long last, you may gaze lovingly upon my face and stunning features. Try not to be overcome by my extreme physical beauty. If that bores you, I have also posted a pile of extreme physical beauties, appropriately called "Guys I would like to shtup." (btw, this also answers a question posed earlier this week. Shtup is a Yiddish word, meaning fuck)
Hmm, I'll go there. "The Shtupman." That nick has hung around my neck for over 15 years. Why should I adopt a Yiddish vulgarity as a nickname? It is apropos, that's why. You see, I've always liked to fuck with people's minds. I guess in a way, that is one of the purposes of this online journal thingie. It is a self-centred attempt to aggravate and hopefully raise tension in the minds of as many people as I can as quickly and efficiently as I can. In doing so, I hope to create action...positive action, much in the manner of Martin Luther King Jr. What better way to reach the collective consciousness of the world than through electronic media? Since I do not have access to a television station, and I loathe the telephone as a means of communication, the Internet will have to do.
Still with me lads? I know I'm rambling. It is very late, and unlike some, my best work is not done late/early in the morning. Still, I'm keyed up, and in the mood to vent. You can go check out the pictures, and leave fulfilled at this point if you like.
Christmas is really starting to piss me off in a huge and significant way. See, I live with St. Nicholas, and believe me, it aint easy for a guy who used to read Sartre and like it. Obviously, unrestrained optimism that abounds this time of year is lost on me. It hasn't always been this way, I used to really like going through all the effort of decoration and entertaining, but for some reason (there are actually several) I can't do it this year. I get turned off by the sheer commercialism of an otherwise religious celebration. I get annoyed by the MEMEME of this season. Everything seems to be done to assuage guilt of some sort, to make ME feel better. "I've got to buy a Furby!" Makes me want to retch.
But, you now, a lot of good comes of the festive season (Remember, kids, Hanukkah started a few hours ago) This is a time of year, and of people's lives when they actually do something for people they don't know. If you are in the non-profit business, the festive season is platinum. But you know what? you have to take it a step further, and I don't mean in the $$$ sense. There are a lot of people in the world that don't have anything, love inclusive. They are sad and alone in the world. Usually, they are also very old. Do something for them, but you know what? do it in July. Hell, everybody attacks poor folks this time of year. July is when they need a kick in the trousers.
I also realize that old folks aren't everybody's cup of tea, but you can do something which will touch the hearts of people who interact with you every day. Send an email. It's a simple enough thing to do. I try to do it with every person who's page I enjoy. Why should you do it? Fuck, you have the easy part of the deal. All you have to do is set your browser to my URL, and I hop on your screen. I'm the one putting my personal life on hold for hours on end telling you all about it. tell me that you appreciate it. I feel better knowing that one of those anonymous, unique hits that my counter tells me about isn't some psycho out to bust my balls. Besides, it's just common courtesy. Tommy asked his readership to drop a line and say hi. In the end, only a fraction responded, so he took the whole damn thing down. Now, apparently, all of those anonymous letches are pissed at him. Be pissed off at yourself if you don't have his new URL. (btw, its really quite amazing. Tommy is the most real person I've met on the net.)
I've always maintained that the Internet breeds an introspective, anonymous society. I'm beginning to doubt that a MEMEME society can be changed via the internet, owing to the fact that by its mere nature, it is self serving. I'm willing to try, though. I like to think of myself as a fairly outgoing, and caring kind of guy. I work for a non-profit organization not for the $$$ (believe me, it's not for the $$$!) but because deep down I love the people I work with, and believe in the mission and the patients we support. Now, I call my boss "the wolf woman," and I believe the corporate culture of the organization to be deeply flawed and dysfunctional to the core, but above it all, I believe in the cause. I believe in caring for someone I'll never see. Now, that's starting to branch out to include people thousands of miles away.
Huh. I feel better now. Good night, dear ones.
Yes, at long last, you may gaze lovingly upon my face and stunning features. Try not to be overcome by my extreme physical beauty. If that bores you, I have also posted a pile of extreme physical beauties, appropriately called "Guys I would like to shtup." (btw, this also answers a question posed earlier this week. Shtup is a Yiddish word, meaning fuck)
Hmm, I'll go there. "The Shtupman." That nick has hung around my neck for over 15 years. Why should I adopt a Yiddish vulgarity as a nickname? It is apropos, that's why. You see, I've always liked to fuck with people's minds. I guess in a way, that is one of the purposes of this online journal thingie. It is a self-centred attempt to aggravate and hopefully raise tension in the minds of as many people as I can as quickly and efficiently as I can. In doing so, I hope to create action...positive action, much in the manner of Martin Luther King Jr. What better way to reach the collective consciousness of the world than through electronic media? Since I do not have access to a television station, and I loathe the telephone as a means of communication, the Internet will have to do.
Still with me lads? I know I'm rambling. It is very late, and unlike some, my best work is not done late/early in the morning. Still, I'm keyed up, and in the mood to vent. You can go check out the pictures, and leave fulfilled at this point if you like.
Christmas is really starting to piss me off in a huge and significant way. See, I live with St. Nicholas, and believe me, it aint easy for a guy who used to read Sartre and like it. Obviously, unrestrained optimism that abounds this time of year is lost on me. It hasn't always been this way, I used to really like going through all the effort of decoration and entertaining, but for some reason (there are actually several) I can't do it this year. I get turned off by the sheer commercialism of an otherwise religious celebration. I get annoyed by the MEMEME of this season. Everything seems to be done to assuage guilt of some sort, to make ME feel better. "I've got to buy a Furby!" Makes me want to retch.
But, you now, a lot of good comes of the festive season (Remember, kids, Hanukkah started a few hours ago) This is a time of year, and of people's lives when they actually do something for people they don't know. If you are in the non-profit business, the festive season is platinum. But you know what? you have to take it a step further, and I don't mean in the $$$ sense. There are a lot of people in the world that don't have anything, love inclusive. They are sad and alone in the world. Usually, they are also very old. Do something for them, but you know what? do it in July. Hell, everybody attacks poor folks this time of year. July is when they need a kick in the trousers.
I also realize that old folks aren't everybody's cup of tea, but you can do something which will touch the hearts of people who interact with you every day. Send an email. It's a simple enough thing to do. I try to do it with every person who's page I enjoy. Why should you do it? Fuck, you have the easy part of the deal. All you have to do is set your browser to my URL, and I hop on your screen. I'm the one putting my personal life on hold for hours on end telling you all about it. tell me that you appreciate it. I feel better knowing that one of those anonymous, unique hits that my counter tells me about isn't some psycho out to bust my balls. Besides, it's just common courtesy. Tommy asked his readership to drop a line and say hi. In the end, only a fraction responded, so he took the whole damn thing down. Now, apparently, all of those anonymous letches are pissed at him. Be pissed off at yourself if you don't have his new URL. (btw, its really quite amazing. Tommy is the most real person I've met on the net.)
I've always maintained that the Internet breeds an introspective, anonymous society. I'm beginning to doubt that a MEMEME society can be changed via the internet, owing to the fact that by its mere nature, it is self serving. I'm willing to try, though. I like to think of myself as a fairly outgoing, and caring kind of guy. I work for a non-profit organization not for the $$$ (believe me, it's not for the $$$!) but because deep down I love the people I work with, and believe in the mission and the patients we support. Now, I call my boss "the wolf woman," and I believe the corporate culture of the organization to be deeply flawed and dysfunctional to the core, but above it all, I believe in the cause. I believe in caring for someone I'll never see. Now, that's starting to branch out to include people thousands of miles away.
Huh. I feel better now. Good night, dear ones.
"The more you live,
the more you love
(or so they say)
The more you laugh,
the more you grow."
--A Flock of Seagulls
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