Pursuit of Happiness
I reminded myself today that one shouldn’t rely on someone else to make them happy, or make them a better person.
I am responsible for my own happiness. I am responsible for my own progress as a person.
That said, if you do find someone that naturally and instinctively provides support in your progression, picks you up when you need it, celebrates your achievements, and in turn brings joy into your life, value and honor that person because he/she is a rare and true gift.
CDG keepin it real
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I Love You. I Love You? I Loooo….ike You.
I’ve been thinking about the use, overuse, and misuse of the phrase “I love you” between couples lately. I come from a family where the L-word was rarely heard, except towards the family dog, and accordingly whenever I hear “love” it automatically strikes my skeptic chord.
I have a friend who refuses to say it. His reasoning being that it’s “too easy” to just say words when in the end, it is actions that matter and not what is so often cavalierly said.
I can agree with that to some degree, I’ve always suspected that men especially, say “I love you” when they really mean “I really like you” or “I really like you, for now” or “I really like the idea of you without pants on, right now”. I don’t mean to say that men lie when they use the L-word, but that it’s a phrase where the meaning is merely the feeling at that moment.
On the other hand, I believe that a lot of women use the L-word in shrewd ways that intend to put the weight of responsibility and ownership on their man. “I love you” thus means “I’m emotionally invested in this relationship so don’t fuck me over or I’ll paint you out to be a cold, heartless monster.”
I think I’ve personally avoided the L-word in relationships because I really haven’t come to a conclusion about what it means to me. And like my friend, I ultimately believe it’s the actions that indicate caring, empathy, and dependability that are really important.
However, I certainly know what it feels like to care for someone to the extent that their joy is your joy, and their pain is yours too; where you have a seemingly endless pool of patience and forgiveness for someone, despite knowing that they’re flawed like anyone else. I suppose when you get to that level of a relationship or friendship, the word “love” seems trite and irrelevant in describing it anyway.
I’m on call. So, if the hospital calls…don’t answer
– My mom (I guess this is where I got my work ethic from)If you happen to belong to the subset of younger Pitchfork readers who only know of Jeff Buckley thanks to network television’s mandatory use of “Hallelujah” in at least one montage moment per season, two things: 1) Leave that song alone for a while, it needs some time; and 2) “Last Goodbye”. Every bit as tremulous and aching as the song that unwittingly soundtracked a thousand season finales, this falsetto-rich slow burner ranks among Buckley’s best in full band mode, and showcases a lightness of touch that, ironically, wasn’t as evident when it was just him and a guitar. Despite being released at a time when the pulse of popular American rock music fell somewhere between grunge and Collective Soul, “Last Goodbye” was a modest hit that became the biggest commercial success of Buckley’s living career. That he never got a chance to better it is a sad fact that’s since become part of the song’s meta-narrative.
–~Mark Pytlik
#91: Jeff Buckley “Last Goodbye” on Pitchfork’s Top 200 Tracks of the 1990s
http://pitchfork.com/features/staff-lists/7851-the-top-200-tracks-of-the-1990s-100-51/1/
Perks of being female:
Receiving a random non-sleazy compliment from a stranger on the street. i.e.-“hello beautiful” vs “come sit on my lap”
Why doesn’t this exist yet?
In a cold-med-induced bout of sleeplessness, I cleaned out my fridge and pantry of expired and spoiled condiments and food items tonight. I dread doing this, not because of the actual labor itself, but because of the guilt and disgust I feel when the full realization of waste sinks in with each jar and can pitched out.
And then I wonder, it’s farking 2010, why isn’t my refrigerator TELLING me a) what things are expired; and b) when things will expire soon?
We are living in a day and age where my Brita pitcher now tells me when to swap the filter, my car (OK my rental car) tells me when I left my key in my car like a dumbass, and my phone auto-tags my photos with GPS data.
All I’m saying is that I would probably waste less if I was on some sort of notification timeline that told me to eat some damn jelly and mustard (but not at the same time), and I’d also grow less biohazardous mold in my kitchen for those expired past expired items.
This is why we're fat
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Nerdiest Conversation Ever
spaztick: guile does have the best theme song tho
mickey: no he doesn’t.
spaztick: even better than Ryu’s
mickey: it’s not bad.
mickey: not the best .
spaztick: whose then?
mickey: RYU!
mickey: how dare you!?!?
Last Day at DrupalCon
I’m sitting in back-to-back sessions on developing iPhone/iPad/Android apps using Drupal and am amazed at how developers have extended Drupal to operate like a true enterprise platform. I literally just witnessed an iPhone app get created within 1 hour using Drupal, the Services API, and the Titanium mobile-development framework. Wow.
I’m actually looking forward to going back home and researching all this stuff in depth, and…am I really saying this, specializing in Drupal development??? It’s become clear to me though that I will never fully realize the capabilities of Drupal by continuing to just dabble in it.
Last day, should be a day of interesting sessions, another rallying keynote, and *hopefully* truffled macaroni and cheese before the red-eye back home.
