Tuesday, September 29, 2009
After reading it, I felt it was something to be shared with anyone willing to read it. I am continually amazed by the talent, heart and inspiration this band possesses.
If you have yet to check these guys out, please do yourself a favor and purchase "I and Love and You", or "Emotionalism" immediately.
The words "I" and "Love" and "You" are the watermark of humanity. Strung together, they convey our deepest sense of humility, of power, of truth. It is our most common sentiment, even as the feeling of it is so infinitely uncommon; each to proclaim these three words with his or her very own heart and mindset of reason (or lack there of); a proclamation completely and perfectly new each time it is offered. Uttered daily and nightly by millions, the words are said in an unending array of circumstances: whispered to the newborn in a new mother's arms; shared between best friends on the playground; in the form of sympathy - said by a girl to a boy, as the respect continues but the relationship does not. It is said too loudly by parents to embarrassed children in the company of their friends, and by grown children - to their fading parents in hospital beds. The words are thought in the company of the photograph and said in the company of the gravestone. It is how we end our phone calls and our letters...the words at the bottom of the page that trump all those above it, a way to gracefully finish a message, however important or trivial, with the most meaningful gift of all: the communication of love. And yet the words themselves have been the victims of triviality, a ready replacement for lesser salutations among near strangers, burst forth casually as "love ya." Truly? To what degree? Why, how much, and for how long? These are questions befitting the stature of love, though not the everyday banter of vague acquaintance. The words have also been twisted by the dark nature of deceit; to say "I love you" with a dramatic measure of synthetic emotion; a snare set by those who prey upon fellow humanity, driven to whatever selfish end, to gain access to another's body, or their money, or their opportunity. In this realm, the proclamation is disgraced by one seeking to gain rather than to give. In any case, and by whatever inspiration, these words are woven deeply into the fibers of our existence. Our longing to hear them from the right place is maddeningly and simultaneously our finest strength and our most gently weakness. The album "I and Love and You" is unashamedly defined by such a dynamic of duality. As living people, we are bound by this unavoidable parallel. We are powerful yet weak, capable yet temporary. Inevitably, an attempt to place honesty within an artistic avenue will follow suit. This is a piece which shows us as we are: products of love surrounded by struggle. The music herein is, in many ways, readable as both a milestone and an arrival. A chapter in the story of young men, it bridges the space between the uncertainty of youth and the reality of its release. The record is full with the quality of question and response. As far as questions go, there are plenty - normally residing within the tone and delivery of the lyrics themselves, which, ironically, are sung with so much confidence. Among songs and thoughts so driven and purposeful, the most basic and relatable doubt comes through with a resounding clarity. Outside of the eternal theme of romantic love, the album speaks thankfully upon a landscape of light-filled rooms, word-filled pages, time machines, forgiveness, singing birds, ocean waves, art, change, confessions of shortcomings, and reasons to continue on. Hope and a cause for smiling follow naturally. In the midst of all this, there are allusions to the less-than-ideal conditions of life: the loss of memory, the inability to control temper, insecurity, indecision, jaded indifference, and the general plague of former and current weakness. "I and Love and You" is an album of obvious human creation, characterized by its best and its worst. Emotional imperfection is a reality for those who recorded the piece, just as it is for those who will hear it. The conclusion of the song from which the titles is taken admits that the words "I love you" have become "hard to say." And perhaps that difficulty is as common as its counterpart. Perhaps the inability to say these heaviest words is as much a part of life as the lighthearted candor of those who say them without any difficulty at all. And so it ends with the phrase whispered to and by those of us most defeated and most elated...I and love and you...
Monday, September 28, 2009
So to spare a bunch of details, the woman's dog has a mass in it's chest that needs to be surgically removed. The mass has already been biopsied and came back as cancer. The dog needs a CT scan before surgery so the surgeon knows exactly to what and where the mass is connected. This is a major surgery involving chest tubes and such, and is potentially high risk. It also cost a ballpark of 6 grand.
So the woman is in sticker shock at first, but decides she wants surgery. But wait! No! We're not going to do surgery now, but in a few months, because she wants to use the dog as a stud dog to produce a litter of pups. Well here you go lady, take a handful of the oncologist's cards and pass them out with each puppy that finds its new home, so when that puppy get's cancer, it knows where to go.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
As some of you know I recently moved to Indianapolis, IN from the Erie area of Pennsylvania. Originally a friend/coworker at that time, was going to move with me, but in the end decided to stay back in PA. Well, recently she has decided that she would very much like to move out here after all. So I made arrangements and we are going to move into a 2 bedroom townhouse within the same complex where I currently rent a 1 bedroom flat. To spare some details, my leasing people got dates screwed up and I was told last minute that I need to be out of my current apartment about a week earlier (within the next 4 days) than suspected. Perfect. I'm done stressing out about it, but it had me thinking about how much I have moved since I left Corry, PA for college at Kent State University. I remember a conversation with my greatly adored manfriend (who has ever so kindly put up with my ranting and raving and stressing out over the current and many other wearing situations)and I recall him saying "moving is exciting." I replied, "Not when you've done it as much as I have." So I really started to think about it, and below I have jotted down all the moves I have made since I graduated High School in 03. I speculate if the wandering gypsy thing I've got going is a result of the many moves I made even as a wee babe. I was born in Denver CO, went to PA at a few months of age to live with my Grandma while my mom finished out art school. Before a year old moved to Virginia. 12 days after I turned a year old, moved back to PA (consequently on the day of Corry's famous tornado. And between then and when I graduated high school, lived in 4 different houses within the Corry area. And now, since I'm sure I've got you all on the edge of your seat with my life map, here is why I am not exactly overzealous to pack up all my crap one more time.
Aug 03 - Corry, PA - Kent State, OH to Verder Hall - click here to see KSU Campus Map.
May 04 - Kent to Corry for the summer.
Aug 04 - Corry to Kent to Centennial Court D
Nov 04 - Centennial Court to Lake Hall
May 05 - Lake Hall, off campus in Kent
August 05 - Kent to Corry, Corry to Sewickley (Pittsburgh) PA
Oct 05 - In Sewickley moved to apartment across the hall and acquired a roomate.
Jan 06 - Sewickley, PA to Canonsburg PA
June 07 - Canonsburg to Waterford, PA (Biggest mistake of my life thus far)
July 08 - Waterford PA back to Corry PA
Sept 08 - Corry, PA to Indianapolis, IN (Biggest and best move thus far)
April 09 - Moving 150 yards east to a different Apt within the same complex and acquiring a lovely roommate.
Sept 09 - Chicago IL??? We shall see. If so, hopefully I will have found my niche for at least a few years.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
So as many of you know, I work at a veterinary hospital. Now to the layperson a 'vet hospital' has one envisioning a little clinic where you take your puppy or kitten to get it's 'shots' or 'fixed'. And while I have worked at this type of vet clinic, my current employer is far from such. Let me elaborate a bit for you. The vet hospital I work at is a 'Specialty Practice'. We do the things your regular Vet can't or won't do: major surgeries (ie: fractures, ACL repair and other knee problems, spinal discs, and foreign bodies [your dog ate your underwear and now we need to remove them]. My job is to prepare for and assist with these surgeries. That is about it. I rarely deal with owners (clients), never answer the phone, but unfortunately still have to clean up dog poop if Brandon hasn't already taken care of that. If someone were to ask me what I liked about this job opposed to a 'regular' clinic, most likely the first thing out of my mouth would be, "I don't have to deal with clients". Now as awful as this may sound, it is true. I in NO way miss talking with the obnoxious clients out there: the know-it-all breeder, the my-dog-is-a-human person, the people with 20 dogs and no money to care for them, the woman that drags her 40 screaming brats into the clinic to get her dog vaccinated, and the list goes on. I also don't miss answering the phone. "Hi my dog just ate my whole bottle of Xanax, is that bad?" or "My dog got hit by a car a week ago and his leg is rotten and dangling, should I bring him in?" I'm sorry, but people are dumb. It's unfortunate that humans look at pet ownership as a right and not a privilege.
Now that you have read that, let me share the other side of my feelings.
Working with animals without their owners by their side definitely has its benefits. But it also starts to make one look at the animals as just a patient, and you forget about the bond that some person out there has with this dog or cat. This all sort of hit me a few weeks ago when I was taking a dog down to ICU after a surgery. In ICU there was a guy laying in the kennel with his very sick dog. The man came everyday for hours to see his dog, who I believe we sadly had to euthanize eventually . It made me really sad. I was almost mad at myself for becoming so immune to the emotional side of my job. Because I barely work with the owners of the animals, I forget how good it feels when you're returning that 3 month old puppy who broke his leg to the owner who hasn't gotten any sleep since they dropped the dog off. Their eyes watering with overwhelming joy and thanks that you were able to fix their beloved pet. That is what makes my job worth it, and how I wish I were reminded of that more often. So to my dismay, my job is not 'playing with puppies and kittens all day'. It is slowly becoming more physically and emotionally wearing.
I apologize for the melancholy undertones of this blog. It was just something I felt I needed to share, as many people have no idea what I even do for a living.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
BE. It's Your World - as featured on http://brodythejet.blogspot.com
Monday, March 9, 2009
I made a trip to my local Marsh grocer last evening to pick up a few essentials: toothpaste, cereal, and impulse candy bars. My initial intentions were to purchase but one box of breakfast grains; Lucky Charms for my gentleman friend who is an occasional inhabitant of my zoo. The downfall to purchasing Lucky Charms, is that I tend to be the one to finish off the box of sugary goodness, and quite quickly might I add. So, in an attempt to prevent this from happening I decided to additionally purchase a cereal with a healthier twist. Looking at the vast array of cereals spread before me, I decided to go with some Special K (vanilla almond to be precise). I've had it before, I like it, and it's healthy...that's what I thought anyways. I get home and as I pulled the two boxes out of the bag I took notice of the nutritional info, and low and behold; they're damn near identical (considering calories, fat and carbs). WTF? Who hasn't seen the ridiculous Special K commercials about eating the cereal and losing weight and blah blah blah? Well F that! If I'm going to get serial about cereal as part of a healthy diet, I may as well enjoy a substantial bowl of magical deliciousness. So what have I learned here? Advertising is stupid (although obviously effective), and I might not feel quite as guilty about polishing off a bowl of LC.
In fencing, touché (French: touched, Pronounced Too-shay) is used as an acknowledgement of a hit, called out by the fencer who is hit. A referee can call out touché to refer to a touch being called - for example, the French call for "no point" is "pas de touché" (English: no touch).
It is from the infinitive verb 'toucher' which means to touch and is changed to the past participle by removing the -er ending and adding the appropriate ending (-é).
The word touché is often used in "popular culture" and general conversation—for example, in an argument or debate. If one person presents an argument and another delivers a clever or apt response, the first person may respond with "touché" as a way of acknowledging a good response. A synonym of this word would be "Good point".
And if you were already well versed in the history of this term...I don't care. Thank youuuuu.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Inspiration for creating a blog came from several sources:
1. Myself: hoping that in writing about random, most likely useless crap and venting on a semi-daily basis, may help relieve some stress. 2. Dr. H (a coworker of mine) who has a super cool blog of his own. He felt that creating a blog was definitely something I needed to do.
3. All the cool kids seem to be blogging these days.
So we shall see where this fresh idea takes me. Everyone is welcome, and encouraged to dive in and take a look. But reader beware: blog most likely contains purposeless and stray thoughts, ideas and personal views.