Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Day 8, Wednesday: A piece of advice you have for others. Anything at all.

Listen to Nick Drake.


And then realize everything he ever wrote happened before Nov. 1974.  Today would have been his 65th birthday, but he killed himself with sleeping pills on November 25th, 1974.  His mother testified that he didn't want to be a star, but he felt that he had something to say to the people of his own generation, and he didn't feel that he did that. His sister has testified that he once said to their mother "If only I could feel that my music had ever done anything to help one single person, it would have made it worth it."

Sadly like many greats, he was a person out of place in his time...little did he know his songs would be accepted almost 40 years later.

Nick Drake Online


Monday, June 17, 2013

What I Run With

In my head...

I run with the pessimism of a thousand ghosts on my shoulders.  Tonight's run was just a hair over three mile island in about 27 1/2 minutes.  After I ran the first mile, I passed my mom's old apartment where she lived away from my father for a year so she could get the schooling and tutelage she needed for her master's certificate.  That's a year they'll never get back.

Trashcans line the street because tomorrow is trash day.  All of them are neatly and in seemly measured rows.  My boss's boss's boss has his can out at the curb, but I can't imagine his dainty hands touching such filth.

Today, I shut down my computer and walked out into the nearly empty waiting area where a "lesser" colleague of mine sat.  All the others in my shared office were plugged into the internet, sub-navigation section--facebook.  This woman had a slightly smaller screen of which I could distract her from it momentarily.

We chit-chatted casual small talk until I was asked to update a partition of a sub-section on a website of a small college in a poor state of a country loosing ground on the world's stage.

And I was reminded of a story I overheard one coworker said to another coworker in between laughing at memes and online games.  "That woman got all mad when her boyfriend pissed her off and so she smashed her phone out in the driveway.  And I was like...honey, that's only hurting you."

And I chimed in from my silence like the local nutcase, "maybe it's the one thing she could control?  Maybe she just cut off the only way he communicates with her!"

Maybe I'm crazy?

By mile 2 of my run, I wanted to open up a lemonade stand offering friendship instead of capitalizing on cheap beverages.  I could see this big cardboard sign in which I would write "Free Friendship," and I would drive it into the ground next to me with a cheap wooden stake.
 I'd be the Pied Piper of the Interwebs, luring the droves of people from their screens, never to return again.  I would wait out on the lawn until they all showed up, and we would all march back out into the natural world again.

But the only people who would see me out on the street corner would be the bums and transients.  And how would they get along with my rich neighbors and their posh way of life?  How would my rich neighbors see me with their heads turned to their TVs?



Mile 3...and I debate whether to tell anyone about these thoughts in my head.  I wish I was more hopeful and happy with the world around me.  Do other people think of such terrible horrors as often?  I live with these things in my head, but do you?  Do you think about where we are headed as a species emerging from the cave?  I'm only privy to my thoughts and what little I hear between the sparks of interconnected communication I hear online and echoed chatter afterwards.

What world do we live in when I have read more of "your" thoughts online than my wife has spoken to me from her mouth?  I don't "want to want" (intentional repetition) to know the superficial charade of thoughts pouring from the digital masses so often.  This morning, I was on facebook, scrolled until I was bored, so I mindlessly typed facebook.com in the URL bar to solve my boredom.  The Sisyphusian irony was more than I could handle, and another part of me broke inside.

I drove home today thinking about how I would have to take a panoramic photo of my drive home because my view was much wider than it was tall.  Above was the blandness of blue skies and below the grayness of concrete.  I felt full like someone might who has eaten to much salt.  And I craved natural-unmanipulated surroundings like one craves water.  I just wanted to see it even if I couldn't be in it right now.  I imagined what living in Colorado must be like with the mountains towering over the dread of the city.


I imagine in other people's minds, they go running to escape the day.  They may think about losing weight, a project they are working on, becoming more zen...hell, I have probably been all of those people too.  But I also think like this, and someone needs to just come out and say it.  Get the fuck off your computers for most of the day!  I remember a time when using a computer was only a fraction of my day.  So if nothing else, keep track of how many hours a week you use a computer or mobile device.  Then ask yourself, are you proud of that fact?  Is that ever part of a story worth reading?  "And then Joe Blow spent 4 hours checking facebook and updating his OKCupid account."
Sounds like a real page turner.

And the terrible irony of me writing this on a computer...
It's not that computers are the devil.  Ha!  Of which I do not believe in.  I just spend my day in a computer lab where students mainly stare at screens.  I don't know them when their being human out in the world.  My coworkers spend 90% of their time staring at their screens, and sometimes I plead with them to just turn around and talk to me.

Mile 3 complete. What now?

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Day #4: Saturday: Favorite quote (from a person, from a book, etc) and why I love it by Bill Hicks.

My favorite quote comes in the form of a Youtube video and transcript.  Although I would have loved to quote Carl Sagan, Bill Hicks seems to speak about more pertinent matters and slightly more grand humanistically rather than Sagan's grand Cosmic perspective.  





Now I do want to say I find Bill's dichotomy of choosing only between love and fear somewhat pigeonholing, but nonetheless, it gets me thinking in a new context about how many of the decision I made in my life were out of fear.  Why would I want the one life I get to be guided by fear?

Strangely, I can see the connection with the way I see things in the previous post I made and this video.  Can you?  Well, I'd rather you spent your time with this blog post entertaining me by watch the video or reading it transcribed.  It's longer than just your average quote, but I promise it will inspire.  I have his entire routine on video if any of you want to get together and watch it sometime, I would be down.  It's an hour and a half of awesome!

PS: Please read the transcript below...it is the uncut non-TV friendly version.

This is his speech transcribed below:
"You've been fantastic and I hope you enjoyed it. There is a point, is there a point to all of this? Let's find a point. Is there a point to my act? I would say there is. I have to. The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think that it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. [Audience member shouts 'bollocks'] There is a lot denial in this ride, the ride, in fact, is made up of denial "All things work in Goatboys favour". The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "hey - don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride..." And we... kill those people. Ha ha "Shut him up." "We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real." Just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus mudered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan.... wounded. But it doesn't matter because: It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love.
The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you very much, you've been great. [Applause] I hope you enjoyed it. London, you were fantastic, thank you, thank you very much. [bow] [bow] [three shots ring out - Bill crumples to the ground] CUT: Bill slams against the Monolith, and slides to the ground CUT: the riderless white horse walks along the road, away from the camera VO: It's Just A Ride... It's Just A Ride..." -Bill Hicks

Friday, June 14, 2013

Day #3 "Things that make me uncomfortable"

Every moment of my life I try to start anew as opposed to keeping some kind of running list of things that irk or frighten me.  I know I have them, but I hope that by focusing on more positive things, the negative will fall off my ego.  Maybe one of these times, I'll just wake up to the now and love it.

But who am I kidding?  Fuck racists and homophobes.

I've already talked about something that really fightens me in a previous blog titled, Getting On With It

But more so, the thing that makes me most uncomfortable in life are people that are unable to "see the big picture."  I put quotes around those words because I don't assume anyone can really see the big picture clearly or know what it is.  It's like pointing into pitch blackness and saying I can see what "that" is.  That's preposterous!  But someone who doesn't acknowledge the blackness is just as bad.

Brandon!  What the fuck are you talking about?

At least I don't believe in numerology!  I heard a guy last night at The Red Cup say repeating digits have special meanings.  Like 444.  "I woke up at 4:44AM every night for two years."
He said he believed in the Bible 100% and how there was a code.
You can bet I felt uncomfortable, and it actually took me talking myself down from not just going over there and telling him what a moron his is.  I mean, someone needs to tell people they are just fucking wrong sometimes.

All I could think of was the sun.  What use does the sun have for the numbers 444?  It burns and what...every time the Earth spins around 24 hours (at 4:44AM) an anomaly happens that wakes up spiritually gifted quacks in the night, making them sweat about numbers?

And lets assume there is some "flavor" to the energy that exists at different points throughout the day.  By knowing this and becoming familiar with it, we can...?  Save people from car accidents? feed the hungry, disarm nuclear bombs, stop sarin gas use in Syria?  No no no and no!

So what's the point?

Power? Control? Feeling significant.

He was telling this shit to some poor bastard that was just trying to have a cup of coffee in peace, but that guy didn't have the heart to or thought he should be polite instead of tell the guy to fuck off.

And honestly, who doesn't want to feel like their life matters?  Just being born to die without changing anything in the course of existence or simply just consuming a bunch of shit sounds pretty terrible.

But that doesn't mean we make shit up and say how we have out of body experiences so often "I need Xanex." And maybe that gets us around full circle to what makes me uncomfortable.

I feel uncomfortable when a person around me can't just take a step back out of their shit and talk about life like the personal charade it really is.  For instance, fundamentalist christians or muslims who can't talk about their doubts in their faith...hipster kids that believe that the bottom of another bottle will make things better...academics with all the right answers...ferver without humor...sadness without sick jokes...death without a smile...conflict without compassion...dread without camaraderie.

So this is my plea people.  Just relax.  We're all gonna die someday and that sucks for everyone.  Let's try to enjoy this blink of time we get to be conscious in this universe because before you know it, you'll turn back into stardust and radiant heat energy floating aimlessly in the "blackness" of space.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Day #2 (BOWLING): "Educate us on something you know a lot about or are good at. Take any approach you’d like (serious and educational or funny and sarcastic)"

Bowling.

That's right...just like The Dude.

The last time I bowled, I rolled a 176, 185, 171, and 210.  

How did I get so good you may ask?  Two main factors...Zen Buddhism and a course I took at OSU.

FACTOR 1

Let's start with the easier explaination...OSU bowling (1 credit hour in Fall 2003).
I needed one more credit hour to be a full time student that semester and keep my "good grades" scholarship of a measly $800 per semester.  But back then, that was a pretty good sum.  The class met twice a week for 2 hours per period.  We learned how to line up the arrows on the lane depending on what pins we wanted to hit, how to strike the front pin so it would have a higher probability of a stirke, and how many steps to take before releasing the ball.

If you haven't noticed, there are arrows or dots all over the bowling lane, which help you line up your roll.  Lets start with the approach. 

Approach:
Most professional bowling advocate for a 4 step approach like this:
However, I have always used a three step approach that starts on the left foot instead of the right foot. 

 It gives me a nice flamingo dance pose finish with my right foot sweeping behind my left and my right arm straight up in the air:
If you notice, my hips sway far left with the three step approach, allowing my swinging arm to flow freely (and hopefully, accurately) with the ball.  This leads us to finger grip styles.

The Grip: 
There are three main ways to hold a bowling ball, all of which I use none.
the conventional grip
If you have ever used a house ball at the bowling alley then you are familiar with the conventional grip. In this type of grip, the fingers and thumb are inserted into the bowling ball up to the second knuckle joints. Typically, it is recommended that bowlers learn this type of grip when they first start bowing because it is the easiest grip to use and it provides the most control on the ball. This grip also provides a greater feeling of security and confidence.

the fingertip grip
In the fingertip grip, the fingers are inserted into the ball only up to the first knucke joint. This increases the distance between the fingers and the thumb which gives the fingers more time in the ball. Because the fingers stay in the ball longer, more ‘lift’ is given to the ball giving it more power when it hits the pins.
The fingertip grip is harder to control than the conventional grip but gives more power when the ball hits the pins because of the spin that is imparted on the ball. More strength and control is needed when using the fingertip grip so it should not be used until a bowler has reached full control over the conventional grip.

Here is what these two grips look like from a cross-section:



the semi-fingertip grip
The semi-fingertip grip is very similar to the fingertip grip with one slight difference. The fingers are inserted into the ball so that the lip of the finger hole is halfway between the first and second knuckle. The extra bit of finger in the ball gives more feeling of security as the conventional grip while still having the power of the fingertip grip. One drawback is trying to maintain the grip so it doesn’t slip to the first knuckle.


But what does Brandon use?
An unorthodox THUMBLESS bowling grip!!!  But really, who needs thumbs?
Not this guy:
Not Apes:

Oh wait!  Oh my god!  What is he doing?  NOoooo....


Thumbless Grips force the bowler to bend the arm in order to cradle the weight of the ball in the palm instead of the fingers.  It is more comfortable for me since I have looooong arms, but the technique reduces the length of my pendulum.  
It may be less accurate at first, but damn!  It really helps me spin the ball and give it a lot of hook, which is what you need in your roll.


**Fun Fact**
Bowling lanes are oiled, but in different amounts on the lane.  That way, a bowling ball can spin and not curve at first, but then break left or right fast when it gets to the end of the lane.  "If the lane is 60 feet long from foul line to the head pin where the pocket is located, then it is important to learn that the lane oiling machines typically applies oil to the lane surface with the heaviest concentration of oil from the foul line to about 20 feet distance past the line and from approximately from about the 10th board from both edges of the lane toward the center of the lane (in most house conditions), commonly referred to as the "front-end" of the lane. 
The second twenty feet of the lane, commonly referred to as the "mid-lane", has a less concentration of applied oil to the lane surface, and the "back-end" of the lane, the final 20 feet of distance to the head pin is clean and dry with no oil applied as to allow the bowling balls to grip the surface of the lane and if the traveling bowling ball axis is tilting, the ball can hook toward the head pin and the pocket."

The Roll:

There are a bunch of arrows to consider on a bowling lane like this:
As a right handed bowler and a spinner, I like to release my ball around the 15 to 10 dot and then have it continue to pass through the 2 or 1 arrow if the lane is really dry.  If it is dry, my ball will probably break harder at the back end of the lane, so I start close to the 10 to 5.  Hopefully, my ball will behave like this:

The Strike:
If I do everything I planned to do in my footwork, swing, direction, and power, my ball should break away (turn quickly) and do this at the last second:
Notice how the ball influences the rest of the pins!!!
If the ball comes in too high (striking pin 1 right in the middle) it will cause a split.  It changes the arrows above so that the pins don't cascade properly.  The 2 and 3 pins shoot out sideways, ricochet over the wall and only clear out middle pins.

Conclusion:
There are so many other things to consider with bowling when applying these rules to bowling 2nd frames.  Remember, always clean up your frames with spares.  It's what separates the men from the boy, the women from the girls, the tops from the bottoms!~?#!$!%@  What?
 Oh no you didn'!

FACTOR 2

Being Zen About It

Like other sports that rely heavily on form and not a lot on strength like golf and archery, bowling is all in your head.  From a Buddhist perspective, this argument could be made about all reality.  But since I'm feeling like I'm about done with this blog post, we're gonna skip the long explanation.

When I set up for the roll, I stand relaxed in position to begin my swing.  I focus in on the front pin, center on the right side of the first pin, and let the ball sink just a little in my right hand, lowering it to just above the top right arch of my stomach.  I don't roll until I feel myself let good of rolling right.  So sometimes I just stand up there and breath for about ten seconds or more.  This can be an eternity for the people bowling behind me.  But forget them!  I'm cool with them taking their time.  

That's one reason why I love bowling.  Because every time I get up there on the line, I fight my desires...I feel what it's like to let life just flow through me instead of always trying to control how things go.  In Buddhism, we talk about emptiness and meditation theoretically, but this concepts are real and can be felt and experienced.  Bowling helps me become familiar with a more sublet side of myself.  Some people call it being in the zone, but I see it as letting my ego get out of the way so I can just be.


Wait what?  Monkeys have thumbs!  Shit !#$@

You're right dude...let's just roll.


PS: Everything else you ever wanted to know about how to bowl is here: http://www.bowlercentral.com/RonClifton.htm

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Story of My Life in 250 Words or Less

My story starts with the death of my grandpa, or at least that's what I like to think spurred my coming into existence.  See, he gassed himself in a Pontiac Bonniville while my Grandma and Aunt were at church in April 1980.  9 1/2 months later, I was born.  So I figured I was conceived over mourning sex.  Maybe some strange realignment of neurons in my parents' brains over the death helped bring their failing marriage together after 11 years (babyless).  I came into the world riding a toy scooter down the streets of Kansas City.  My childhood was spent loving the people I grew up with but never really being accepted.  I played in bands, smoked cigarettes, other things... Got a degree from OSU in 2004 and several long term yet terminal relationships-friends and lovers.  Moved to Norman, but not to go to school.  Met Paul Kriley.  That in itself is something special.  Acquired a super awesome friend named Lyndsie.  Went to work at OCCC to fund my obsessions with music and such.  Living in OKC in 2007, an ice storm took everything down for a week.  When the power came back on, Kendra was in my life, so we got a house together a year later.  That move was like setting off an A-Bomb for her side of the family.  Eventually, as Shakespeare would put, time unraveled our problems, and we got hitched in 2012, which is the same year I started taking blood-pressure meds for my hypertension.

250 words-read 'em and weep

Copy Cat Challenge

Inspired by a post by Kasey Woody, I'm going to try and do this!


Day 1, Wednesday: The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph… no one will be counting your words… probably)
Day 2, Thursday: Educate us on something you know a lot about or are good at. Take any approach you’d like (serious and educational or funny and sarcastic)
Day 3, Friday: Things that make you uncomfortable
Day 4, Saturday: Favorite quote (from a person, from a book, etc) and why you love it
Day 5, Sunday: Publicly profess your love and devotion for one of your blogger friends. What makes them great? Why do you love them? If you don’t have blogger friends, talk about a real-life friend or even a family member
Day 6, Monday: If you couldn’t answer with your job, how would you answer the question, ‘what do you do’?
Day 7, Tuesday: The thing(s) you’re most afraid of
Day 8, Wednesday: A piece of advice you have for others. Anything at all.
Day 9, Thursday: A moment in your day (this can be just a photo or both a photo and words)
Day 10, Friday: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill. 
Day 11, Saturday: Sell yourself in 10 words or less
Day 12, Sunday: What do you miss? (a person, a thing, a place, a time of your life…)
Day 13, Monday: Issue a public apology. This can be as funny or as serious or as creative as you want it to be.
Day 14, Tuesday: Ten things that make you really happy
Day 15, Wednesday: A Day in the life (include photos from throughout your typical day – this could be “a photo an hour” if you’d like)
Day 16, Thursday: Something difficult about your “lot in life” and how you’re working to overcome it
Day 17, Friday: A favorite photo of yourself and why
Day 18, Saturday: Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.
Day 19, Sunday: Five of your favorite blogs and what you love about them
Day 20, Monday: Get real. Share something you’re struggling with right now.
Day 21, Tuesday: A list of links to your favorite posts in your archives
Day 22, Wednesday: Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel. (a pet peeve, a current event, a controversial topic, something your husband or roommate or neighbor or boss does that really ticks you off)
Day 23, Thursday: Things you’ve learned that school won’t teach you
Day 24, Friday: Your top 3 worst traits
Day 25, Saturday: Something someone told you about yourself that you’ll never forget (good or bad)
Day 26, Sunday: Something you read online. Leave a link and discuss, if you’d like.
Day 27, Monday: A letter to your readers
Day 28, Tuesday: Only pictures
Day 29, Wednesday: Five songs or pieces of music that speak to you or bring back memories. Use Grooveshark or YouTube to include them in the post
Day 30, Thursday: React to this term: Letting Go
Day 31, Friday: A vivid memory