Archive for September 2005

09 – 30 – 2005 — October Sky   2 comments

Now that it is so close, I’m getting psyched about this. The idea is that a whole bunch of people worldwide will take a picture of the sky above their heads, wherever they are, sometime on October 1, 2005. Then each participant will contribute that photo to the pool on Flickr. (If all this is confusing, then feel free to read the group page and discussions.)

Why?

It doesn’t matter, in my book. I’m just jazzed about the whole “participating in the global villiage” idea. I’m a big fan of what aligned people can achieve when they think beyond the arbitrary confines of political borders, beyond superficial differences, beyond petty issues. When we consider ourselves as citizens of the world — and we are — then something as simple, yet profound, as this project becomes possible.

What comes next?

I don’t know. To me, it’s not about what comes next as much as it is about what is possible.

— Grant

Posted Friday, September 30, 2005 by Grant in Random

September 09, 2005 – Cyan Worlds lays off most of its staff   Leave a comment

And then there were two…
Front page for Cyan Worlds

This is sad news, and not only if you are a fan of the Myst series of computer games.

It is also sad because it reflects the growing appetite for violence that consumers and people in general are developing. Like already obese people who can’t tear themselves away from the all-you-can-eat buffet, we just can’t seem to satiate our craving for blood, gore, and death. As a result, computer games that are rich with atmosphere, story, and mental challenge are rejected in favor of “shoot ’em ups.”

I find this not only sad, but unnerving as well. Gradually, our tolerance for violence, if not our desire for it, is being nudged up slowly and painlessly until I’m frightened of where it will lead. How long before we can tune in to televised public executions?

Yet, no one is obliged to drift passively with the flow. We can each make a personal choice that shows we are not willing to slide along with everyone else into the mire of this world. And we can draw hope for improvement from a higher source.

In the end, how we entertain ourselves is a personal choice, regardless of what others choose to do. Yet, that doesn’t mean that all alternatives are equally beneficial or healthy. As with so many other choices in life, if we inform ourselves and reflect on the consequences, we will do well.

— Grant

Posted Friday, September 9, 2005 by Grant in Random

September 03, 2005 — Would you like some man bashing with that?   6 comments

Dinner Tonight
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I was wondering of I could get some thoughts on something that came up at dinner.

Dinner wasn’t “all that,” but I enjoyed the company. Then at the end of dinner, tucked in with the bill, were these little cards with amusing sayings. Here was the one I got:

A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.
A woman must do what he can’t.
— Rhonda Hansome

This struck a nerve with me. It’s man bashing. Now, I realize man bashing is fashionable, but it irritates me nonetheless.

Let me try to demonstrate what I mean by changing the witty comment slightly:

A woman’s got to do what a woman’s got to do.
A man must do what she can’t.

Most likely, you don’t find this second version as funny. Even if you are not a woman, you have been taught that such a comment is sexist. The restaurant where we ate would have caught no end of flack if they had handed out cards with this latter saying on it. In fact, they never would have. More than that, the cards with this saying would not have been printed. The saying would have been correctly deemed misogynistic.

So why is the former saying, the man-bashing one, amusing enough to hand out like after dinner mints? Answer: It’s not funny. It’s just as sexist as the misogynistic saying.

Yet, there I was, holding it after dinner. I wasn’t laughing.

Any thoughts?

Posted Saturday, September 3, 2005 by Grant in Random

September 03, 2005 — Flashing Back… A Long Way Back.   Leave a comment

Losing It — Rush *
Picture of Rush on a concert stage

(From the 1982 album, Signals… Yikes! was it that long ago?)

The dancer slows her frantic pace
In pain and desperation,
Her aching limbs and downcast face
Aglow with perspiration

Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire,
With just the briefest pause
Then flooding through her memory,
The echoes of old applause.

She limps across the floor
And closes her bedroom door…

The writer stare with glassy eyes
Defies the empty page
His beard is white, his face is lined
And streaked with tears of rage.

Thirty years ago, how the words would flow
With passion and precision,
But now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision

And he stares out the kitchen door
Where the sun will rise no more…

Some are born to move the world
To live their fantasies
But most of us just dream about
The things we’d like to be

Sadder still to watch it die
Than never to have known it
For you, the blind who once could see
The bell tolls for thee…

* Lyrics posted here, as you would expect, without the artists‘ permission.

Posted Saturday, September 3, 2005 by Grant in Random