Here's a little psychology punkmonk style. A Tao Te Punkmonk if you will. There are a few manifestations of psychological attributes that i have developed over the years. Here is an example of two of them which came to the fore of my mind today as i refused to wear my ID at work today as a sign of protest towards incompetent administration.
Dressing Up
People who get dressed up are hiding something. i don't trust people who regularly get dressed up. They are hiding something about themselves, trying to repress some aspect of themselves that they don't want others in the given setting to see. Some dress up as many frequently must at work. There are levels of this depending on how much the individual wants to disguise their true self from those around them.
Obviously many work places encourage a certain level of 'disguise' to aid in fostering a level of professionalism as if to say "you should act differently here than you do at home". People who really get into this, however, are hiding more and this should be taken into account when dealing with them.
This is also true of social settings. The more people dress up the more they are hiding. Sometimes this can be from a lack of self esteem, other times a more sinister cover up.
i don't trust people who get all dressed up.
Jogging
People who jog or run for fun are running away from something. They never seem to be enjoying themselves with those scowls of pain or fierce look of determination. Never a look of joy or peace. Usually they lose site of what's going on around them (which is why so many get hit by cars).
Hold on... our idiot president came on TV... did he really mention 9/11 again?... is English his primary language?...
Anyway, what exactly joggers are running from can be almost infinite, varying from runner to runner. Some are running from pounds they are afraid of gaining. Some are running from their home life. Some are running from inevitable aging, hoping to stay forever young (physically). Again others may be running from something more sinister or emotionally scarring.
When i run it's to get away from a scary situation, to chase after a soccer ball, or to get on base after booting the kickball (former city champs by the way).
These are but two of my psychological theories. You can probably expect more in the future. With a new page feature i can list them all under the label "Tao Te Punmonk" for later reviews and contemplation, or you can hit the little 'X' at the top right hand corner of the screen and never think of them again. Or you can put on a three piece suit and go jogging to simultaneously hide and escape from my blog entries.
Please think of me next time you see someone running around in a suit... maybe even comfort them by giving them a hug and telling them you like them for who they are and then reminding them that they are safe now.
Jan 10, 2007
Jan 8, 2007
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i enjoy my pathetic little life. i hope i can provide some mild entertainment from time to time.
Truth
(Again)
The great thing about the truth is that it doesn't matter if you believe it or not... it's still the truth.
-me
The great thing about the truth is that it doesn't matter if you believe it or not... it's still the truth.
-me
St. Patrick's Rollercoaster
No, this is not a concept ride for the Christian Fun Land Amusement Park, this is what my life has felt like recently. You see, for some years running now my brother and i have been going to see the Dropkick Murphys during their St.Patrick's Day shows. i can't imagine a better way to celebrate the holiday: rowdy Boston-Irish Singalongs!
Well, the show formats/locations have been changed around a bit and we were unable to get tickets to the two announced shows. Despite trying using the email club's early release sales and then later through more conventional methods at exact sale start times my lack of success had me quite saddened. The Irish never being one's to give up i maintained a small flame of hope that with the quick sell-outs a Sunday show would be added.
Sho'nuff, a Sunday show was added. i knew the stakes were high and i couldn't imagine being the only St. Patrick's Day regular to have been unable to get tickets hence far. i put my game face on, threw on a video for the class i was supposed to be teaching, pulled up the official US time in one window and the Dropkick email club site in another...
DENIED AGAIN!
It was as if that bastard Cromwell himself came back from the dead to once again torture Ireland's ancestors. i spent the rest of the day in battered disbelief. i had but one chance left... Saturday's sales to the general public.
With iHome alarm set to wake me early on that fated Saturday 'morn to the sounds of Dropkick Murphy's rendition of "Aude Triangle". i rose with but one hit of the snooze (a miracle for me) and was up with credit card ready and once again two windows on display: the official US clock and those shysters Ticketmaster. To speed up the process i had already signed into my account so that all necessary info would already be set for the moment of truth. Hitting the 'refresh' button with the fervor of a manic crack head...
I WAS IN.
With a speed never seen of me that early in the morning i had tickets and was informing the rest of the neighborhood of my conquests from inside the computer room. i hardly needed a phone to converse with my brother (a state away) of our mutual successes.
All is well again and from now 'til that show the Dropkicks will be in heavy iPod play rotation. SING LOUD, SING PROUD!
Well, the show formats/locations have been changed around a bit and we were unable to get tickets to the two announced shows. Despite trying using the email club's early release sales and then later through more conventional methods at exact sale start times my lack of success had me quite saddened. The Irish never being one's to give up i maintained a small flame of hope that with the quick sell-outs a Sunday show would be added.
Sho'nuff, a Sunday show was added. i knew the stakes were high and i couldn't imagine being the only St. Patrick's Day regular to have been unable to get tickets hence far. i put my game face on, threw on a video for the class i was supposed to be teaching, pulled up the official US time in one window and the Dropkick email club site in another...
DENIED AGAIN!
It was as if that bastard Cromwell himself came back from the dead to once again torture Ireland's ancestors. i spent the rest of the day in battered disbelief. i had but one chance left... Saturday's sales to the general public.
With iHome alarm set to wake me early on that fated Saturday 'morn to the sounds of Dropkick Murphy's rendition of "Aude Triangle". i rose with but one hit of the snooze (a miracle for me) and was up with credit card ready and once again two windows on display: the official US clock and those shysters Ticketmaster. To speed up the process i had already signed into my account so that all necessary info would already be set for the moment of truth. Hitting the 'refresh' button with the fervor of a manic crack head...
I WAS IN.
With a speed never seen of me that early in the morning i had tickets and was informing the rest of the neighborhood of my conquests from inside the computer room. i hardly needed a phone to converse with my brother (a state away) of our mutual successes.
All is well again and from now 'til that show the Dropkicks will be in heavy iPod play rotation. SING LOUD, SING PROUD!
Jan 7, 2007
New Year Fashions
Well, it's a new year and with that there are (of course) some things i would like to see changed. Maybe it's because i just came back from a hockey game, or maybe because everyone seems to be putting out their 2006 best/worst dressed lists but at this time i feel the need to discuss the fashion changes i would like to see. How useless of me.
1. The mop-top hair cuts. i am so done with seeing boys with shaggy hair. Grow it long or get some style. This feathered Farrah Faucet Charlie's angel's shit has got to go.
2. Sweat pants/suits. These aren't clothes so stop wearing them out in public like you've got some cool style. This is what people used to wear when physically active before they invented 'workout clothes'. No one needs to wear them any more. Much like spandex, so few people actually can pull off this look that they just shouldn't be made any more so that we don't have to see the rest of the population in them. Admit it, most people that wear 'sweats' just can't fit into regular clothes. Which brings me to...
3. PJ bottoms. No one wears pajamas to bed anymore so why have people started wearing pj bottoms out in public? Fucking lazy slobs.
4. Men in thong sandals. i know i've gone over this before, but before the weather warms back up this year can we agree to stop this silly cycle?
5. Ugg boots (or however you spell these ridiculous things). These are really like moon boots made out of fancier materials. We're all still making fun of moon boots so why do you think your suede version is any different? Really now, didn't these go out like 5 years ago anyway? Also, wearing big warm boots with the shortest skirts allowed by law makes no sense. It's like a visual oxy-MORON from the waist down.
i could go on and on but i have already wasted too much time on such a useless topic. i think i just killed a few braincells just writing this. Maybe these are actually good things. Maybe these are like social indicators so we know who's a moron and who isn't without having to talk or interact with them.
Maybe the fashioinistas have come up with some ingenious system of a new modern day scarlet letter to brand people without them even really knowing it. Maybe as they are sitting around chemically altered in the late hours of the night they come up with ridiculous things to sew to make the idiots of our society stand out. Maybe they keep trying to top one another.
Man, i can see the conversations now: "hey, even Walmart is selling those stupid furry moon boots i came up with 8 years ago... see if you can top that!" "Well hell, i just sewed up a valor sweat suit, lets see where that goes."
Maybe i've got the fashion thing all wrong. Maybe i've just been misinterpreting their cause. Maybe i should just spend my time doing more useful things.
1. The mop-top hair cuts. i am so done with seeing boys with shaggy hair. Grow it long or get some style. This feathered Farrah Faucet Charlie's angel's shit has got to go.
2. Sweat pants/suits. These aren't clothes so stop wearing them out in public like you've got some cool style. This is what people used to wear when physically active before they invented 'workout clothes'. No one needs to wear them any more. Much like spandex, so few people actually can pull off this look that they just shouldn't be made any more so that we don't have to see the rest of the population in them. Admit it, most people that wear 'sweats' just can't fit into regular clothes. Which brings me to...
3. PJ bottoms. No one wears pajamas to bed anymore so why have people started wearing pj bottoms out in public? Fucking lazy slobs.
4. Men in thong sandals. i know i've gone over this before, but before the weather warms back up this year can we agree to stop this silly cycle?
5. Ugg boots (or however you spell these ridiculous things). These are really like moon boots made out of fancier materials. We're all still making fun of moon boots so why do you think your suede version is any different? Really now, didn't these go out like 5 years ago anyway? Also, wearing big warm boots with the shortest skirts allowed by law makes no sense. It's like a visual oxy-MORON from the waist down.
i could go on and on but i have already wasted too much time on such a useless topic. i think i just killed a few braincells just writing this. Maybe these are actually good things. Maybe these are like social indicators so we know who's a moron and who isn't without having to talk or interact with them.
Maybe the fashioinistas have come up with some ingenious system of a new modern day scarlet letter to brand people without them even really knowing it. Maybe as they are sitting around chemically altered in the late hours of the night they come up with ridiculous things to sew to make the idiots of our society stand out. Maybe they keep trying to top one another.
Man, i can see the conversations now: "hey, even Walmart is selling those stupid furry moon boots i came up with 8 years ago... see if you can top that!" "Well hell, i just sewed up a valor sweat suit, lets see where that goes."
Maybe i've got the fashion thing all wrong. Maybe i've just been misinterpreting their cause. Maybe i should just spend my time doing more useful things.
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