A Mountain Dew and a Coke and I'm still sitting here sleepy.
You know, watching the mainstream media, you'd think that rappers NEVER do charity events. HLN (which I'm fucking FORCED to sit here and watch all day due to the displays near my desk today) is all over Country Music Stars raising money for the Red Cross and tornado victims. I'm sure that it would be considered crass to point out country music's relative silence after Hurricane Katrina though, wouldn't it?
People like to point out how high the odds are that some freak accident won't kill you in their chosen hobby. That's dumb.
SURFER: You have a better chance of being struck by lightning than becoming a victim of a shark attack.
ME: Not one person has EVER died of a shark attack in a hotel swimming pool.
A shark jumped out of a WAVE like "GOTCHA!" and bit off a chick's arm.
Although, to be fair, bipedal urban predators have left far more scars on my precious hide than any critter or avalanche ever has.
I'm so fucking anxious, right now. My son has a Bake Sale that he's trying to participate in today. I went to the Walmart Supercenter last night around four am and they were closed. I couldn't get the snack packs he asked for. Now I'm stuck where I am and I can't get the snack packs to him. There isn't a single individual in this miserable State of Georgia that I can lean back on for help.
Shit! I'm gonna let my son down.
…so much for self-containment.
UPDATE: I emailed his teacher to ask if I could get some pizzas delivered to the class, instead. No answer yet.
I got to sit and watch my daughter play powderpuff football yesterday. She was playing for the Freshman team. I got a huge kick out of hearing her name called on the PA system for making a play.
My daughter's coaches in her other sports could mold her into a machine if they had any sense. I showed her some techniques for reading plays as a DB. She eats that shit up like a Great White in a school of tuna. She's competitive. She expressed her frustration with silly-acting girls afterwards. It was only flag football. But, my child wanted to HIT! I showed her how she can legally hit in flag. She was supposed to be the safety, but they had her lined up at corner. *smh* She played too far off of the line and didn't jam her opponent at the line because she wanted to go after the ballcarrier, which is more the way the safety should play than a cornerback.
I was frustrated with the students coaching their team. There are some fundamental plays that they could have run that would've utilized their players very efficiently. I mean, you have sprinters on your team, why would you logjam them at the line of scrimmage in flag football where someone could just reach over and end the play by yanking a flag? Sweeps may not work on official prep teams because you learn to watch out for and to call out sweeps…but, on powderpuff teams? Let a sprinter get a head of steam on a motion play, hand it off to her in full stride and block that corner for her. All day, every day! Triple option? They'd have killed. But, no! Handoffs from noodle-armed quarterbacks who were afraid to throw were the order of the day.
This kid is awesome. I admit to bias. But, I gauge her instincts based on what I saw looking at the play and how I'd react to it. If I was right and she reacted the way I would, then ok. She got tricked a couple times. Still, her instincts are good. Watching her run down a junior was like watching a National Geographic film on some predator. She has this focus, man. I could see it from the stands. As you can see, I love it! I will be working with her on some things.
I've been sitting here thinking about the concept of love, its definition, its limitations and its benefits. I'm relatively sure that a lot of the people who claim to love somebody are "doing it wrong". Y'see, most people make the claim of love in a proprietary sense. They seem to feel that 'love' gives them the right to expect certain behaviors from the object of their affection. Their love is also contingent on the behavior of that person. In a way, these people say, "I will give you my love providing you meet my criteria." But, is love really an emotional exchange? That's more of a transaction than a feeling.
These people seem to feel a sense of entitlement and ownership based solely on their relationship with this person. This is the root cause of domestic violence in all of its degrees. Beyond even that sense of entitlement and ownership is the need for control. This brings us to the innate desire for domination. This is apparently a basic human drive as discussed by the Israelite King Solomon in the Bible book of Ecclesiastes, chapter 8, verse 9. (Wo)Man lords over, or dominates, (wo)man.
So, what does this mean? It means that each and every person who has been in love, is in love, or who wants to be in love needs to really examine themselves. They really need to admit their own shortcomings and understand where they are selfish in their own desires. And, you know what? This does not mean that a person would have to give up all of their selfish desires. But, they DO need the ability to prioritize. This knowledge of self will allow a person to decide what is truly important to them when their desires come into conflict with the needs and desires of the person they love.
*shrug* Anyway…more later, maybe.
Check out Sounds from the Ground's Stampede before you go. I heard it on Nu Jazz today and was instantly infatuated with it.
