This post may be troubling to my group of friends who lost an amazing person recently. It discusses the circumstances of her death in relation to how society reacts to such events. And, there’s a lot of anger and hurt for our loss in it as well. As such, I let you choose whether to read the rest of it or not by clicking below for the rest of the entry.
But I want this part to be public.
No matter who you are, if you are in my life, you are very important to me. Even if I don’t know you and you stumble on this blog, I still am asking you this. I am going to ask each and every one of you for something big. If it’s the only favor you ever do for me, I will be forever grateful.
If you ever, EVER, feel like the pain in your life is unbearable and you cannot go on, please PLEASE PLEASE make one phone call. (One phone call where you actually talk to someone. If you have to dial several people, DO IT.)
If you have my number (I have a google number on my Facebook, or email me and I’ll send you my number), call me. OK, I am horrible at answering unknown numbers. Leave a message saying who you are and why you are calling (mention this promise if you want) and I promise to immediately respond! Any hour, any day, any time.
If you don’t have it, or don’t want to call me, call your closest friend or relative. If you can’t or won’t, then call 1-800-Suicide (1-800-784-2433).
That is all I ask. Thanks. (Click “more” below if you wish to read further.)
Unless you just got online yesterday, I’m sure you have seen an example of classic internet forum discussion turned argument, usually aided via “trolls” just trying to push buttons and cause reactions. I’ve seen it often and participated (sometimes honorably, sometimes stooping to the levels of others in blame/accusations) rarely, but only once in a while is there one that really gets under my skin.
And I actually find it fascinating, even when my blood is boiling and my patience is tried. Every time it turns into a circular discussion where it’s obvious neither side will budge or admit any wrong doing, and the tactics are often the same low blows whether the discussion is religion, discrimination, politics…
I’d like to share some facts and analysis of one of these that occurred yesterday/today (and may still be ongoing). The subject matter is really irrelevant, as I want to discuss (rationally) some of the tactics used by both myself and the other participants.
It’s long – I can’t figure out what to cut out of it now so I’ll put it behind a link.
It’s hard sometimes to explain why Burning Man and regionals are a community, and not just festivals or scenes. I think this pledge challenge by Burners Without Borders goes a long way in explaining it.
I will assert myself and apply my myriad talents toward the achievement of radical self-reliance, uncompromising self-expression, immediate participation, and unlimited inclusion. Whether I do this through building community, advancing the arts, aiding disaster relief, gifting alternative energy, greening the planet, or some other means, I will be a badass from now on.
Will you bring it?
(Gilmore Girls episode “Love and War and Snow”, Season 1)
Lorelai: It was the snow. You know how I get, it’s like catnip.
Snow Angel, photo by Jen Gray (www.jengray.com)
Lorelai: Wait, close your eyes and breathe. I smell snow.
Rory: Ah, it’s that time of year.
Lorelai: Can’t you smell it?
Rory: You know, it’s like dogs and high-pitched noises. I think it’s something only you can smell.
(Rory sits down next to Lorelai and pulls a blanket over the both of them)
Lorelai: I love snow.
Rory: Really, I had no idea.
Lorelai: Everything’s magical when it snows, everything looks pretty. The clothes are great. Coats, scarves, gloves, hats.
Rory: Thermal underwear, wool socks, ear flaps.
It’s a perfect snow today. Fable snow. Perfectly pretty, easy to clear off the car, the roads were fine. I saw Jen’s photo that I posted above over the weekend – after a week of bitter cold and ice that was impossible to get rid of, this photo reminded me of the joy of snow. And today, I’m lucky enough to experience it first hand. Makes me wish I could go take photos rather than sit in the office!
The snow had me in a wonderful mood today.
I’m trying to stay in that happy moment, but cold harsh reality is pissing me off. I want to rant about it, but it’s at the point where I can’t even form words to describe how I feel sick in the stomach. If you are in a good mood and don’t want to read this entry further, I don’t blame you one bit. So the rest is behind the cut.