Campfyre Stories

Campfyre Stories
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Adulteress no more.

The rapid pace of science fiction

February 27th, 2006

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, then you probably already know of my love for paranoid science fiction.  From the time I was a teenager, I was fascinated by the idea of seeing what the future holds through the eyes of a well-written novelist.  Even looking at my library today, you’ll see William Gibson, Ray Bradbury, George Orwell, Philip K. Dick and many others scattered through the library shelves.

My movie collection is similar and possibly easier to define as paranoid sci-fi: Total Recall, Vanilla Sky, Minority Report, Mars Attacks, Logan’s Run, Soylent Green, video tapes of Aeon Flux…  Even my science fiction television of choice (The Outer Limits, Twilight Zone) the more paranoid the story line the better as far as I’m concerned.  I’m not as interested in time travel or space exploration as the evolution of our own society and dystopian futures.
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I have a bad feeling.

February 24th, 2006

It’s one I can’t define.  I hate that.  I know something bad is about to happen and, even though I can guess at who might play a part in it I can’t definitively say anything.  All I can do is wait and see.

Spawn decided to go full-on into teenagedom, leaving me conflicted about my overall realtionship with him.  I don’t even know how to write that story down.  I can tell it, but it doesn’t convey in text.

I think that it’s time for me to take a break from just about everything right now.  If I had somewhere to go, I would leave tomorrow, but I have nowhere to go.  It’s been too long since I took a train trip.  I think 16 or so hours one way would do it for me…  I don’t miss those days, but I miss those experiences.

It’s times like this when I think about faking my own death or assuming a false identity…  not that I would ever actually DO that, but it’s something I think about from time to time when I get…  like this.

Pay no attention…  for now I think I’m just going to try to find somewhere I can hide out for a little while.  Even if I can’t get out of town, there has to be SOMETHING I can do…

~FG };^/

Real quick, some legal BS

February 23rd, 2006

Yay!  The taxes are done.  This is the last year I will have to file as MFJ because next year I get to check the "Single" box.  I owed for the first time ever, even though I have them take out more than they should be.  Not sure how that happened, but on some leve it makes me feel like more of a grown-up for having to pay.

So we had the custody hearing today.  Not that there was much to it.  We’ve had the ideal situation for the past 7 years with us splitting the Spawn’s time 50/50 right down the middle.  There were no arguments, there were no questions, there’s no issue of support.  It was really not a thing.  We were in and out of family count in about a half hour.

The look on the judge’s face was priceless as the Dragonmaker and I explained that we really didn’t *need* to be in court at all, this was how we wanted it - and how it already was - and how it was going to stay.  We had been doing this for 7 years (her jaw dropped…  hee!  I giggled).  It was horrible being there at all though.  There was so much tension and negative energy. 

The judge wishes, and Spawn’s law advocate wishes, and I wish, and Dragonmaker wishes, and probably all of the people in that waiting room wish, and CERTAINLY all of their children wish that all couples could split as amicably as the two of us.

Even if we aren’t great friends, even if the man makes me INSANE from time to time, in a situation where we share a child, and will for the rest of our lives, I couldn’t ask for a better situation.  I see that incredibly clearly right now.

So the goal is to have the whole thing finished by mid-April (since the new baby is due in late April).  Here’s hoping!

~FG };^>

BAAAAAAAAAAA

February 23rd, 2006

I ramble…  I’m not sure what the point was or even if I ever had one.

I cannot seem to wrap my brain around the concept of being defined by one’s political beliefs.  I know plenty of people who label themselves Democrat or Republican, conservative or liberal and that’s just fine, if you’re comfortable with your label, far be it for me to tell you that you should deny it.  The problem, however, for me, comes when people feel the need to toe the party line because it defines them so fully.

One of my goals in life is to know all things.  As such, when I discover I have an interest in a topic, I research it and I try to do that from an unbiased perspective, looking at both sides of whatever argument there is and trying to find concrete data rather than simple opinions from people who have little to no information available to them.

The problem for me comes in when people assume that what they have been told, what they take for granted as being fact is really true.  These are people who have no proof, they can offer no argument other than "Well, everyone says that…"  "Everyone says" is NOT a valid argument.  Let’s be honest with ourselves, here, not everyone says ANYTHING.

My liberal friends think I’m conservative.  My conservative friends think I’m liberal.  My mother (who is probably a radical) thinks I’m a libertarian.  Frankly, they’re all probably wrong, since I don’t fit any one category.  It’s not that I have a *problem* with any of those categories, it’s simply that I don’t fit…  and the fundamental difference that I see between those who embrace their label (and think of it as a compliment) and those who eschew such labels is the willingness to actually check facts and seek out more information.  Those who question, not only authority, but things that "everyone knows" are the only ones who ever REALLY know what’s going on.

Since Bush has been in office, I’ve heard no end to "My President, right or wrong" statements, usually closely followed by some reference to Clinton’s blowjob.  During Clinton’s administration, I saw the same thing from the other side of the political fence.  I do not understand this obsession with there being a good and a bad, especially when anyone who has an ounce of intelligence will tell you that for a LONG time (as long as I’ve been voting at the very least) every election has been a matter of trying to decide who was the lesser of two evils.  So tell me, how does that make anyone the "good" guy, or any party the "good" party?  I’m not sure about your world, but in mine "least evil "does not equal "good".

We have lost complete sight of everything that is important.  Blind loyalties to parties that are essentially the same people out to "win" some intangible victory over other politicians who are no more trying to truly represent their constituents are becoming more and more common, but from an outside point of view, more and more useless.  Why are we fighting among ourselves when we should be battling the corruption that is devouring our political system from the inside out?

Generations X and Y have some serious problems facing us.  Regardless of how you think the United States is faring at the moment, what do you think it’s going to offer us as we approach middle age?  We’re not going to see Social Security, not a dime of it.  No one can fix that problem well enough to help us out…  we all already know that.  Our economy is a joke and people are only starting to realize that.  I’m not talking about the economy at this moment, but our overall economic system of greenbacks - currency backed by nothing more than the paper it is printed on.  Our political system is failing us and, frankly, we are failing it. 

We are, more and more, a nation of sheep, rolling over and letting the system take us over.  We have given far too much power to those we put in charge and then we stop paying attention to it.  The more I read about American history and, specifically, the late 18th century and the forming of the country, the more it seems to me that we have lost our way.  We are not holding true to the ideals upon which this country was founded. 

It has been my experience that of all the subjects taught in school, History is the least enjoyed.  People will often tell you that it’s boring and, frankly, a vast majority of history teachers make it boring.  The more I read, the more I learn, the more I see that we’re losing sight of what we’re supposed to be.  Every time I hear someone say "Don’t say negative things about the government" I know that they have forgotten the First Amendment of the Constitution.  Every time I hear someone make a statement about how the press shouldn’t report on lies our government officials told us or illegal wiretapping or the VP shooting someone in a hunting accident, it makes me wonder if these true patriots with yellow magnetic ribbons on their cars actually know what it means to be an American, if they actually understand the ideals upon which our country was founded.

And then, while all those thoughts are rattling around in my head, I watch the Olympic medal ceremonies…  I watch the Canadians and Italians and tens of other countries’ medal winners sing their National Anthem…  and then I watch our medal winners and I see them standing there, watching the flag rise, holding their hand to their heart and I realize that they don’t know the words.

And all of those things…  the magnetic ribbons, the people who don’t know the words to the Star-Spangled banner (or those who can’t even name our anthem), the people who thing the Constitution is a nice side effect, but one we don’t need, the people who try to label me, the voters who vote parties lines or for the woman because of her gender or the person because of his/her race or the one with the nicer smile, the lack of facts needed for people to form opinions these days…  sometimes it just makes me want to cry. 

~FG };^/

Here’s the problem…

February 22nd, 2006

There’s just too much.  Too much in my head that I want to get out, but I can’t.  Too many things that I want to say, but I don’t know how to do it without hurting people or being stupid about it.

There are people that you mean who set your teeth on edge…  not only do I know a number of those people, I have recently been forced to socialize with them…  I also met a new one under circumstances that were uncomfortable to me.

How do you tell someone that they are being ignorant and exhibiting the exact same behaviors they accuse their (seemingly) polar opposites of doing?

Shouldn’t it be the case that two friends should tend to like the members of each friend’s social circle?  It seems like it should, but why is it so rarely the case?

I saw 4 movies in the theater the past 8 days.  Two were tedious, one extremely so.  One was about strippers…  I think Curious George was wonderful and I bought the soundtrack.  (I dig soundtracks.)  It was probably the best of the four.

I took my niece to see the Moscow Circus.  Paid $5 to have the worst photograph of her taken with a monkey.  She will never, in her life, take a picture worse than this one…  it is, right now, her favorite thing.  The monkey was in the newspaper and she was excited because that’s the monkey she met.  While we have determined that she is afraid of clowns, she says "That was a very nice clown.  He say Hi!"

I think that I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight, which sucks.
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Let it not be said

February 22nd, 2006

That I am anything less than a loyal friend.

When people I care about are wronged, I tend to take on their anger.  Whether you want to call it empathy or something else, I frankly, don’t care, but to me it’s loyalty.  When my friends are treated badly, I feel the emotions and I feel them incredibly strongly.  It’s possible that this is why people don’t tell me things - because they know it will set me off and I will spend too long ranting and raving and screaming and yelling.

I did that tonight.  In the interest of attempting to be a better person than some, I will decline to name names and point fingers.
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I’m so bad

February 17th, 2006

In addition to being ridiculously busy with real life and a million things, I haven’t been writing much in the blog.  The reason for this is that the article I wrote on BeerBloggers.com inspired me to write fiction, so that’s what I’ve been doing. 

I’ll recap eventually.

~FG };^>

The days of hops and goddesses

February 15th, 2006

I’m pretty proud of this article I wrote for BeerBloggers.com.  The amusing part is that I didn’t drink beer while I wrote it (which I usually do with my reviews there).  Instead a drank a blueberry mead that I picked up earlier this evening.

*shrug*

Go figure.

~FG };^>

Reading comprehension in the 21st century

February 14th, 2006

Ah, we live in an ADD kind of age.  They started off blaming this sort of thing on MTV and the MTV generation, but I think it has more to do with the fast paced technological advances.  It seems like everyone wants it better, faster, NOW and if they can’t get that, they didn’t want it to begin with.

I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve read in a textual discussion where someone had to ask, "Did you even READ what I wrote?" and most of those times I’ve had to nod my head.  Frankly, even the times I didn’t agree, I found myself going back and rereading to see if I could find where the discrepancy was.  More often than not it was a failure in reading comprehension, rather than a problem with things having been conveyed wrong.

Now I can understand when people get wordy (myself included) or choose to use pretentious words, how some people will inevitably wind up getting lost, but even when it’s not overly long, even when polysyllabic words are avoided, there are those who merely skim and assume that by some form of osmosis, they understood everything entirely.

These are the people who make their voting decisions based on 30 second sound bites.  These are the people who get their news from the Daily Show.  These are the people who generally don’t read books.  These are the people who plan what they’re going to say next instead of listening to what the other person is saying.

Personally, I find the vast majority of these people to be functionally illiterate.  I know, I know, the actual meaning of that term is much harsher than the way I use it here, but whether you’re capable of reading or not, isn’t there a point where the refusal to take the time to comprehend the words and letters you think you understand becomes a form of illiteracy?  There are some people who seem to think that they can absorb the meaning and content of anything merely by scanning, that every third word is sufficient, that they can actually speed read (without ever having taken a course!).  It blows my mind that people actually think this way, even going so far as to pat themselves on the back for this "ability" only to contradict themselves when stating a point or argument that has no grounding in the source they are citing.

I think that most things suffer from this problem.  Movies that don’t move quickly enough are relegated to small theaters and don’t last very long, television shows that require strict concentration and attention rarely last a full season, books become less and less popular as time goes on.  It’s a sad state of affairs.

I wonder where it begins.  I don’t see this pattern in my son just yet.  We don’t watch a lot of television and we see a lot of artsy/independent movies.  He can keep on a train of thought for longer than some of my adult friends and, even if he’s bored can keep attentive enough to whatever is going on to at least ask questions to gain understanding, so it doesn’t seem to be something that’s happening at the grade school level.  I doubt it’s happening below the high school level, if it’s something occurring in the educational system at all. 

I think it’s more a measure of technology and society.  More, better, faster, NOW.  If we can’t have those things, then it’s just not worth having.  Why should anyone have to wait?  Why should we have to "waste" our time?  I want it on a silver platter with no effort…

Good grief, I certainly hope that’s not the American way…  but I fear that we might be leaning in that direction.

~FG };^>

Clickin’ with the clique

February 14th, 2006

That’s the name of a song that my parents wrote over 20 years ago.

I have found that cliques exist in the least likely of places.  Dictionary.com defines the word "clique" as "A small exclusive group of friends or associates."  I think that most people have that, they just refuse to admit it.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been a part of my fair share of cliques and every single time screamed my head off denying that we were, and every single time I believed it.

Looking back, though, I can see those times that I denied it and why I was wrong.  How all those accusing us of being exclusive, of circling our wagons when one member felt attacked or when the entire group was targeted (usually as being "cliquish"), were really right all along, but being in the midst of it, none of us could actually see it.
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