Archive for July, 2007

(fabric)Softening of the Mind

Posted in Uncategorized on July 31, 2007 by Mas Younon

Sense memory moments sneak up on you, unless you’re an actor who uses the technique.  For me, it’s usually a smell that takes me back and, one that’s been hitting me of late is fabric softener sheets.  To be honest, I truly cannot tell the brands or fragrances apart, but when I get a whiff of one, Sherman sets the Wayback Machine for my childhood.

As a small one, I would go to my friends houses to play.  Given the geographic local and demographics of me and my friends, the play areas for us was either outside or in the basement and in the basement somewhere was the “laundry room.” So now, when the aroma wafts over me, I am transported back to my youth, in a cave playing games/slaying dragons/exploring space…and I can faintly hear the roll of the die/the clicking of the D-pad and buttons, and the smell of soda pop.

 And it makes me smile.

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Clockwatcher

Posted in Uncategorized on July 30, 2007 by Mas Younon

I spent the day as one today, and I’m sure it will not be my last.  It does not really physically take anything away from the day(as far as productivity goes), but it is a painfully crisp reminder that I’m not where I am desiring to be.  When recognised, it is a good motivation to move towards something at least resembling the ideal.

What?

Posted in Hate on July 29, 2007 by Mas Younon

I’m hip to freedom of speech.  It is a very good thing.  But there are times when, even-though they’ve the right to say or write what they wish, you happen upon a statement that simply blows you away.  The magnitude of ignorance and/or hatred is so staggering that the only response that you have is:

“Really?”

Words do have power.  Power to effect change, power to keep people in the dark, and sometimes the power to make you wonder what will become of us if we do not stop using them in the wrong way.

On The Road

Posted in Suffering on July 28, 2007 by Mas Younon

A fun experiment:

When driving, just for a while turn off the radio/CD/whatever, roll down the window, and listen.  It’s better if you’re on surface streets for this, the freeway has a bit too much wind rush, but listen.

Can you hear it?  The frustration, the anger, the hate and the rage?  Listen.  Hear the revving of the engine, grinding gears, screeching tires, hard braking, impatient creeping at the light.  Gotta go, get out of the way, every stinking light, what going on, Arraggh!  Our cars are screaming, our more important than you personalities extended through the machine.

 Just listen.  You’ll be sad a bit, and fearful to share the streets with those angry human-auto hybrids.  But maybe, just maybe, you’ll cease to be one of them…at least for a while.

…pressure

Posted in Anger on July 27, 2007 by Mas Younon

To perform, to be the first/greatest/most memorable.  To get whatever is deemed important by society/employer/ego and to get it now.  What are the results?

Eating Disorders; Substance Abuse; Reality Television; Oppression; War(in all its forms)…

…and four dead in Phoenix.

 The last simply buckling to the pressure to get the story/angle/scoop on a car chase.

The sad part is, that the pressure for ratings caused that one.

I’d like to hope that we as a community will some day rise above the need for sensationalist hyper achievement, but to reach that goal we may need to apply a bit of…

The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread

Posted in Uncategorized on July 26, 2007 by Mas Younon

It’s a fairly common expression.  Yet if one thinks about it too much(as I of course do about many topics), some interesting thought trains leave the station.

Bread, both the food and the musical group is fantastic(sorry carb haters and certain music snobs), but I’ll focus for now on the food.  In my imagination I’ve a little fantasy of what may have been the first mad scientist of early mankind.  Picture some outcast, firm in his or her desire to grind wheat into flour(and how even that idea came about), adding eggs, water, milk?  Yeast of all things(the madness)!!!  Letting it rise, kneading, the oven(fire) and later consuming this…thing?  The horror!  But the result was glorious, became accepted, adapted and improved upon(bananna…mmm) and evolved(cakes of all sorts).

Then, one day long ago(for some, still close for others), arose one who thought that tearing appart one’s bread was barbarism, and refused to take the time to find a knife, gague the proportion and cut the desired piece.  “How could it be,” the process began, “that a loaf is upon purchase, precut?”  So began the quest, and has become an enormous process by which the regular person is saved(a vague guess) about 10 to 30 seconds of labour.

I’m over simplifying(not to mention letting the mind add flourishes), but the advancement of bread technology was born of a want for convenience, as are many leaps forward in our daily bread.

Innovations, like all things have both positive and negative aspects, and for every step forward I sometimes wonder how many steps as a whole we lose.  I know I’d be hard pressed to make a loaf from scratch if need be(or to remember important phone numbers if I ever lost my cell phone).

We all stand on the shoulders of those who come before us(to badly paraphrase another saying), but at times it’s good to remember what is, or may be forgotten as life becomes more simply complex, due to the next big thing.

…(day)Dream On

Posted in Uncategorized on July 25, 2007 by Mas Younon

There are those moments throughout the day when the mind wanders to realms of possibility.  Of late, mine arrive on the journey to and from the wage job.  The upside is that it’s a decent amount of time for the formulation of an idea, but it does draw the foucs from the task at hand(commuting).  It’s almost a zen lesson that I fail to learn:  The mind is elsewhere, when it should be in the present moment.  It’s risky to let myself indulge these distractions, and yet I do it again and again.  The here and now, I ignore it for the maybe/might/never will be.  Dangerous in every aspect.  Yet I continue to…