Sex & The Punk Movement

Every generation thinks that they were the first to invent sex and every generation thinks they were the first to be punk. That is what makes both so special and personal. No matter who has done what before, early experiences with both are new and unique for all 'Discoverers'.

In my youth i remember thinking to put a safety pin in my hat, thinking to fix my worn out skate sneakers and boots with duct tape, and i could have sworn that my friends and i were the first to wear chain wallets. i now know that i/we were not the first to have done any of these things. The beauty was that punk had been so underground that each individual was able to discover it on their own. It wasn't marketed to you, it wasn't all over the TV, it wasn't in magazines. Despite being an infant during the first throws of the punk genre i was able to discover and define it for myself as i came of age.

The specifics of sex and sex acts are so taboo a topic in this country that they are not openly discussed. As we stumble into our own sexual awareness we experiment using trial and error to find our way around lovers. These exciting and personal discoveries make us feel as if we were the first to have ventured into these new territories. Again we were allowed to believe that we had created this all on our own.

We live in a world were it seems like there is nowhere you can go that someone hasn't been before, nothing you can do that someone hasn't done before, nothing you can say that someone hasn't said before. It's nice to know that future generations will get to discover sex for themselves and get to create their own punk movements. Even if they later realize that it may have been done before... (i'd still like to imagine that i was the first to wear safety pins and the first to have sex)

The Invisible World

Oh snow! Oh how i love snow. Recently snow has taken on a new role in my life: that of the teacher. Sometimes, however, we learn something that we cannot unlearn and wish we could forget it as soon as we learn it.

Walking around my snow covered world of recent i have now come to realize all the places that people let their dogs urinate. Holy shit! If you are not walking down the exact center of any given sidewalk of path you are most likely walking in dog piss.

Rather than spending all that time building a second bathroom upstairs i should have been plotting the location of every dog owner in town on a map so that every time i need to expel precious bodily fluids i can go to one of their houses (on a rotating basis) and urinate on their front steps. Think of all the money i would have saved. Let's see how they like it... son's of bitches...

Don't even get me started about dog shit. Picking it up in a plastic bag doesn't leave a clean, ecoli free surface shitheads!

Perspective

Today was a tough day, and there are still 2 hours left. i've been struggling with sinus issues for a few days now, drove 2+ hours to go snowboarding to find mountain temperatures below freezing with 30+ mph winds (the website listed a good day for skiing, the people in the lodge with frostbite after a couple of runs may have written differently), ordered cheese-free tacos for lunch and got tacos with cheese in them (i'm lactose intolerant), had an evening soccer game: it's a 9 vs 9 league, we had 7 players show up, played goal the first half and felt like a duck at a shooting gallery, ran so much trying to cover extra guys the second half i thought i was going to taste those tacos again, scored a glorious goal with just minutes left in the game taking out two players on the other team in the process but still lost 2 to 131 (or something like that).

At first i felt that i probably should not have gotten out of bed this morning but now i realize that i've been so stuck 'in it' today that i have lost perspective. Now i'm not necessarily saying things could be worse, people who say such lines need to be punched (O.U.P.'d if you will). When you're in the middle of it things don't seem like they could be worse and saying so actually makes things worse. What i'm saying is that i need to change my perspective after days like today, otherwise i'm no good to myself or anyone else and you'll have to start keeping me away from belts and shoe laces.

i'm rapidly approaching 32, can't say i have any regrets in life, have found true love, have a house & stable job, don't have any terminal diseases (that i know of), have an amazing support group of friends & family, and i can go on and on.

Today i got to spend time in a car talking with a friend. Today i got to spend time with my brother (who i don't get to see enough). Today my significant other was able to come to my soccer game and see me score (something i usually don't do without her being involved, and a well placed mirror).

Pulling the perspective zoom back even further, the science geek in me combined with my spiritual side acknowledges (while looking up at the smiling Cheshire cat grin of tonight's moon) that in the scope of the stars out there in the universe, and all the galaxies, and all the planets: it's amazing that i just am. As i feel like a very mediocre person i must remember that the odds of these carbon atoms and electricity getting together in just the right way so that i can enjoy all i enjoy, and so that i can experience all that also causes me to suffer, is truly the unique and very un-mediocre aspect of my day. Oops, i think i can taste those tacos again.

While tallying up the events of today i may have come up with a loss, my record for the season still puts me in position to be a real contender in the playoffs (as long as i make it through the next hour or so).