Apparently I'm a terrorist. This is the only logical conclusion I can reach based on the events of the last month or so. In each of these occurrences, the Federal or State government have fired metaphorical weapons at me. In a short period of time the following have occurred (yes I'm whining again, deal with it):
The state of California decided it was okay for voters to strip rights from other citizens.
The Obama administration decided that equality really wasn't that important and went against their campaign promises in favor of upholding don't ask, don't tell.
The Department of Labor voted to not provide a grant to the program I work with, stripping us of a fair amount of our funding.
I think it might be beneficial for me to stop paying taxes and start telling the government to bite me. Why should I support them and help others if every time I turn around I'm gonna get bitch slapped.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 05, 2009
Tragedy and then some
With all the events that have happened in the last couple of weeks, I've been wanting to share so much with the world. Mostly it's been anger. Anger over the events following last November's California State Elections, when a (very) slim majority of voters opted to strip the right to marry away from same sex couples. Yes, this is terrifying for many reasons, predominantly the fact that a slim majority (really, only two percent more) vote for a constitutional change that effects the rights of many, and it happens. systematically oppressing a minority group. This is digustingand terrifying for us, and many many other groups. Imagine if 51% of the state decided that it would be better if interracial couples shouldn't marry, wrote an initiative, and passed it. Same concept, different minority. I'm on a tirade and I digress.
On this same day, I ran a kayak into a rock. The boat flipped and my poor beloved iPhone and camera (yes this is a materialist complaint) were destroyed.I wasn't that upset about this, until I started readjusting to life without them. Luckily for Mr. Ninny, Frankus and Danger(Space)Kitty delivered devices for contact. Now I'm back in the world, and trying to step up my game. I've had students graduate, and made a quick trip to LA. I wanted to post little nothings of these events to this here Ninnyspot, but I failed. Apparently my new nifty, text a post system isn't functional, even though Blogger says it is. Hrrmmmm.... We'll see.
On this same day, I ran a kayak into a rock. The boat flipped and my poor beloved iPhone and camera (yes this is a materialist complaint) were destroyed.I wasn't that upset about this, until I started readjusting to life without them. Luckily for Mr. Ninny, Frankus and Danger(Space)Kitty delivered devices for contact. Now I'm back in the world, and trying to step up my game. I've had students graduate, and made a quick trip to LA. I wanted to post little nothings of these events to this here Ninnyspot, but I failed. Apparently my new nifty, text a post system isn't functional, even though Blogger says it is. Hrrmmmm.... We'll see.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
A Warning
We are tired. We are angry. We have seen the true face of many who live in our state and it is one of hatred, ignorance, and sanctimonious religious fascism.
Let the Supreme Court ruling last Tuesday be a warning to all those who live in the State of California (which should be read "Theocracy of California"). Your rights are at the whim of others; they are not protected. Should you fall out of favor with the minions, you will be next.
Let the Supreme Court ruling last Tuesday be a warning to all those who live in the State of California (which should be read "Theocracy of California"). Your rights are at the whim of others; they are not protected. Should you fall out of favor with the minions, you will be next.
Friday, May 01, 2009
Yes..... there's more
Along with the attitude and mood swings of the last year or two. Ninny has also re-discovered his love of decent public transportation. It had been since Portland that Ninny had truly embraced a Metropolitan transit system, but in San Francisco, MUNI provides. One fond activity of Ninny's while riding said transit system is the phone journal. When random thoughts, images, or tangents strike him, Ninny enters them into the trusty notepad. Here then, are some of them for you to read.
The first dates back to the awakening from the depression mentioned in a previous post:
"A dry hole in my chest like opening my eyes wide on a grey clouded day.
Unclear if it's an absess or an additive;
It it's guilt, sorrow, or something yet to be named."
And then it continues:
" He took in the view as a starving man his meal. The wet city, shrouded in grey, as though all the towers, turrets, sky scrapers, and piers were nothing more than delicately balanced droplets, posed and ready to be consumed by the parched. He gasped at the audacity of such a vision, yet kept driving as though it were unseen."
And finally, while listening to José Gonzalez for the first time in a long while:
"Plucked, syncopated, alone.
Echoes of conscience, subconscious, dreams;
The shadowy intonation of solitary.
Luxurious and guilt inducing as though allowing oneself to slowly sink into a deep feather bed for one. The sounds, emotions, and implied actions surround the mind as down feathers. Insulating in, and from, the world. A safety net from loneliness, a shield from unwanted cerebral intrusion, cloaked in tenor and timbre."
The first dates back to the awakening from the depression mentioned in a previous post:
"A dry hole in my chest like opening my eyes wide on a grey clouded day.
Unclear if it's an absess or an additive;
It it's guilt, sorrow, or something yet to be named."
And then it continues:
" He took in the view as a starving man his meal. The wet city, shrouded in grey, as though all the towers, turrets, sky scrapers, and piers were nothing more than delicately balanced droplets, posed and ready to be consumed by the parched. He gasped at the audacity of such a vision, yet kept driving as though it were unseen."
And finally, while listening to José Gonzalez for the first time in a long while:
"Plucked, syncopated, alone.
Echoes of conscience, subconscious, dreams;
The shadowy intonation of solitary.
Luxurious and guilt inducing as though allowing oneself to slowly sink into a deep feather bed for one. The sounds, emotions, and implied actions surround the mind as down feathers. Insulating in, and from, the world. A safety net from loneliness, a shield from unwanted cerebral intrusion, cloaked in tenor and timbre."
The Fight
the story continues now...
Loneliness was hovering like a dense fog over Ninny's life. He looked here. He looked there. He looked there again. Yet no matter where our Ninny looked, all he found was meaningless forays in the sheets with drunken persons, and Ninny was sinking deeper into a drunken era of mental absence. Following a holiday season with family and the dropping of the cigarette habit, Ninny found himself ringing in the New Year with Drella and friends. It was a low key evening to be sure, though many libations were imbibed. Ninny, once again, found himself in a whirl of sheets and body parts. This time however, the person stuck around.
Yes, our Ninny was whisked into a relationship with a kind man. Weekends became events, and sleeping alone was rare. The loneliness had finally begun to recede. Sadly the depression did not. It seems the other end of the spectrum was not much more bearable than the first, and Ninny was soon overwhelmed by the relationship. Resentment rooted, grew, and festered. Soon Ninny was disturbed and still depressed. So a mere few months from the start, Ninny separated himself from the other, and was back to being alone.
And alone he truly was. Miss Drella's work schedule did not coincide with Ninny's. Ninny was consumed by staring blankly at flashing images and mindless drolling. Drinking heavily and sleeping often. Exhaustion, emptiness, and sorrow were looming on the periphery of Ninny's vision. As the darkness crept closer so did Spring. Ninny took a quick trip back to LA to see the friends and family he missed so dearly. The sun and warmth of his loved ones, coupled with a little sun and warmth from the weather, brought Ninny a little ways from the darkness again. Once home Ninny began changes.
The TV was abandoned, the gym reinstated, and bay area friends reacquainted. In short. Ninny was back.
And now you find him here. A new perspective ever developing with excitement for the near and distant future riding astride it. May Ninny's new journey be long and ever challenging, bringing out new views, creations, and friends.
Loneliness was hovering like a dense fog over Ninny's life. He looked here. He looked there. He looked there again. Yet no matter where our Ninny looked, all he found was meaningless forays in the sheets with drunken persons, and Ninny was sinking deeper into a drunken era of mental absence. Following a holiday season with family and the dropping of the cigarette habit, Ninny found himself ringing in the New Year with Drella and friends. It was a low key evening to be sure, though many libations were imbibed. Ninny, once again, found himself in a whirl of sheets and body parts. This time however, the person stuck around.
Yes, our Ninny was whisked into a relationship with a kind man. Weekends became events, and sleeping alone was rare. The loneliness had finally begun to recede. Sadly the depression did not. It seems the other end of the spectrum was not much more bearable than the first, and Ninny was soon overwhelmed by the relationship. Resentment rooted, grew, and festered. Soon Ninny was disturbed and still depressed. So a mere few months from the start, Ninny separated himself from the other, and was back to being alone.
And alone he truly was. Miss Drella's work schedule did not coincide with Ninny's. Ninny was consumed by staring blankly at flashing images and mindless drolling. Drinking heavily and sleeping often. Exhaustion, emptiness, and sorrow were looming on the periphery of Ninny's vision. As the darkness crept closer so did Spring. Ninny took a quick trip back to LA to see the friends and family he missed so dearly. The sun and warmth of his loved ones, coupled with a little sun and warmth from the weather, brought Ninny a little ways from the darkness again. Once home Ninny began changes.
The TV was abandoned, the gym reinstated, and bay area friends reacquainted. In short. Ninny was back.
And now you find him here. A new perspective ever developing with excitement for the near and distant future riding astride it. May Ninny's new journey be long and ever challenging, bringing out new views, creations, and friends.
Not forgotten
No dear reader, Ninny has not forgotten that he was filling in the gap (multi-year gap) recently. But first there are two choice phrases that are flitting about in his head.
The first is from "Market Place" on NPR and it is: "Ramshackle Mom and Pop Diamond Shop"
The second is from "American Dad" and it is: "cocky pie skank"
Now really, how blessed are we to live in a world with such keen verbal frivolity? That's right. Very. You cocky pie skank.
The first is from "Market Place" on NPR and it is: "Ramshackle Mom and Pop Diamond Shop"
The second is from "American Dad" and it is: "cocky pie skank"
Now really, how blessed are we to live in a world with such keen verbal frivolity? That's right. Very. You cocky pie skank.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
And all of a sudden....
Ninny returns.
Hello dear friends. Please do not begrudge me my absence. Years have passed. Yes years! Or at least, year and some change, since I last wrote an entrance on the Ninny spot. SO much has changed since then. Rest assured the wombat cricket club is still just fine, though morning the loss of one of the food sundry members (apparently someone got too hungry and couldn't resist, I'm not naming names.....Frenchy!). Ah but the changes to Ninny's life. So many. So large. Where to start?
How about the beginning? No? Too obvious eh? Alright I'll start wherever sounds right then. And that would be on the patio at the Faultline Bar in Los Angeles, CA. Ninny lived near this bar at this time. It was one semi-common warm evening by the fire pit. Our Ninny was standing and chatting with Danger(space)kitty, discussing the world and their places in it. Certainly there was beer and cigarettes involved. As our heroes discussed the world it came into existence a plan. A plot, ploy, diversion, what have you. It was, it must be said, initially posited by Mr Danger(space)kitty, that perhaps it would be advisable, to leave Los Angeles. Now those of you who have read other tails of Ninny know, that he lost his mother roughly two years ago. Until the loss of the matriarch there was an unspoken requirement that Ninny stay put in southern California. However, at the time of this conversation, Ninny's beloved mother was no longer around. So Ninny put the idea in the head of Charley. Charley put the query to the ear of his boss, and next thing you know, Charley and Ninny were packing their belongings, bidding a fond farewell to friends and family, and moving to San Francisco.
Upon arrival, Ninny spent some time in awe of the new metropolis he called home. He walked and wandered. He stretched is eyes, his legs, and his mind. Soon Ninny found himself in the company of wondrous people with whom he felt inadequate, but inspired. Within a few months of his migration Ninny was joined by none other than Ms. Drella Jones, whom, after an unpleasant attempt at moving to New York, decided that San Francisco was a better option (a decision that Ninny most thoroughly agrees with). Ninny and Drella found themselves a lovely two bedroom apartment in the city and settled into new lives and new adventures. Soon though Ninny found himself in a depression. It seems that after Ninny had adjusted to life in San Francisco he also found himself a bit lonely.
The trials and tribulations of Ninny's new life will continue with a follow up piece soon.
Hello dear friends. Please do not begrudge me my absence. Years have passed. Yes years! Or at least, year and some change, since I last wrote an entrance on the Ninny spot. SO much has changed since then. Rest assured the wombat cricket club is still just fine, though morning the loss of one of the food sundry members (apparently someone got too hungry and couldn't resist, I'm not naming names.....Frenchy!). Ah but the changes to Ninny's life. So many. So large. Where to start?
How about the beginning? No? Too obvious eh? Alright I'll start wherever sounds right then. And that would be on the patio at the Faultline Bar in Los Angeles, CA. Ninny lived near this bar at this time. It was one semi-common warm evening by the fire pit. Our Ninny was standing and chatting with Danger(space)kitty, discussing the world and their places in it. Certainly there was beer and cigarettes involved. As our heroes discussed the world it came into existence a plan. A plot, ploy, diversion, what have you. It was, it must be said, initially posited by Mr Danger(space)kitty, that perhaps it would be advisable, to leave Los Angeles. Now those of you who have read other tails of Ninny know, that he lost his mother roughly two years ago. Until the loss of the matriarch there was an unspoken requirement that Ninny stay put in southern California. However, at the time of this conversation, Ninny's beloved mother was no longer around. So Ninny put the idea in the head of Charley. Charley put the query to the ear of his boss, and next thing you know, Charley and Ninny were packing their belongings, bidding a fond farewell to friends and family, and moving to San Francisco.
Upon arrival, Ninny spent some time in awe of the new metropolis he called home. He walked and wandered. He stretched is eyes, his legs, and his mind. Soon Ninny found himself in the company of wondrous people with whom he felt inadequate, but inspired. Within a few months of his migration Ninny was joined by none other than Ms. Drella Jones, whom, after an unpleasant attempt at moving to New York, decided that San Francisco was a better option (a decision that Ninny most thoroughly agrees with). Ninny and Drella found themselves a lovely two bedroom apartment in the city and settled into new lives and new adventures. Soon though Ninny found himself in a depression. It seems that after Ninny had adjusted to life in San Francisco he also found himself a bit lonely.
The trials and tribulations of Ninny's new life will continue with a follow up piece soon.
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