Monday, April 21, 2008

Marriage, Life and Song

I recently met a 21 year old Kuwaiti bride. She wasn't studying, hadn't worked a day in her life and was on top of the world about marrying her nephew who she'd only spoken to twice in person. From what she told me, 'he saw her once and he loved her'. This worried me. I worried for her. I also worry about my friends who worry that, at 25, they aren't engaged to be married. They make me want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them so hard, their brains rattle and their teeth fall out.

MY GOODNESS! It's unfathomable how much there is in life to see, feel, do and experience. I know you can't do it all. But does that mean you shouldn't try and do everything you possibly can? Your youth and the strength that comes with it, those're the two things you'll miss the most when they're gone. There's so much we're capable of. All we have to do is want it bad enough.

Many people will argue that procreation is the natural order of things. Well, guess what. There IS no natural order of things anymore. Not when it comes to human beings at least. WE decide what to do with our lives, our bodies and our genes. That is what sets us apart from less intelligent beings, like monkeys and goats. We can think, reason and make logical choices (most of us, at least). We have, essentially, defied nature with those abilities. In most ways, we're no longer slaves to our baser instincts. We decide whether or not we want to mate, bear children, wander the earth, live or just exist.

Why are we here? We are here to do whatever the fuck we want. That's just how it is.

Richard Dawkins has a more eloquent explanation in his brilliant, exciting and slightly scary Discovery Science documentary 'The Big Question: Why are we here?' (Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3). It's worth the watch.

Okay, I'm done. For now.

Want to hear something pretty?

This is Roy Orbison's original 'Crying'.



And this, *sigh* , is Rebekah Del Rio's hauntingly powerful, Spanish acappella version from the movie 'Mulholland Drive'.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Marina Waves

If there was a hell, every employee of Marina Waves would be burning there, slowly stewing in their own juices, their skins sloughing off their bodies, their innards oozing out of every orifice...you get the idea.

Here's why.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Suggestions

No, this isn't going to be about the storm last night. I wasn't part of it.
I was on a beach far away, where all we felt was a cool breeze. There was some lightning far out over the sea, but that's about it.

Boys, a word to the wise. When you see a girl that you think you might want to get to know (and then some), standing alone at a distance and staring holes into her back isn't going to work. Also, dancing alone close to the bunch of people she's dancing with doesn't exactly make you look like Danny Zuko. That's more Norman Bates' thing.

What you want to do is try and make eye contact a couple of times. Smile at her. Wait till she notices you and then start a conversation with something that'll make her laugh. Trust me, that works. Most of the time at least.

Also, you need to not be drunk off your ass and punctuating your sentences by spitting in her eye.

And lastly, when she's watching men in tiny Speedos playing volleyball, don't block her view.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Dear 'Somebody'

Last night, I finally told a friend about this here blog.

It's not something I tell people about, but PEOPLE, eventually found out.

And it seemed unfair that she didn't know when THEY all knew.

So, dear 'Somebody', as a token of peace (or something), here's a whole post dedicated to you.

No, I'm not going to go and on about you. This is all you get, Ms. Full-of-Yourself.

Deal with it.

I know what you're wondering and yes, I have mentioned you once. But just in passing *snicker*

And just to show you I mean well...here, your yucky-ass song.