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Yep, the pollen is in the air. The particulate matter that now annoys my nose is everywhere. I use to not have allergies but in my dotage my body has decided that it doesn’t like pollen any more. I have never done well with mold.
At least the Mets are at 500 right now. They still don’t know how to work their own specially designed for them ballpark but everyone else does.
NBA is in playoff mode. There have been some interesting calls by the refs.
I am participating in some thing on Live Journal called the Real Live Journal Idol, which is having its ninth and final version right now. I do it because I enjoy writing essays based on prompts from the owner of the contest. This year I have been trying to come up with some real twists on the prompt given and it has not be easy but it has been educational.
This past week the prompt was “step on a crack”. My mind went immediately to DEVO but I am a child of the 60s, 70s and 80s. But that was the low hanging fruit so I mulled it a little more and came up with an essay that I think does the job nicely.
In writing that essay I talked about how a young woman spoke to me about how she admired how I could hold my own in a group of men. I had to tell her honestly I don’t see gender. I mean I see gender but it doesn’t really influence how I speak to someone. For me people are people and I don’t see how speaking differently to one makes any sense what so ever. Then I thought about how more of my close friends are male rather than female. So I apparently don’t speak “female” well but I wouldn’t know how to if I tried.
I don’t care about gender, race, religion, sextual orientation, or political beliefs when I talk to someone. I care about the person I am talking to. I have some friends that we both know we are on opposite ends of the political spectrum but we are still friends. I was once informed by a gay buddy that I was not a fag hag because I wasn’t trying to straighten anyone out. I treated gays like people not some precious unicorn to be collected and shown off. People are not just one thing. People are a myriad of thoughts, emotions, experiences, and beliefs.
Doesn’t mean I get along with everybody. There are some people I rather not interact with. And there are people who prefer not to interact with me. Their loss since I am a pretty interesting person to know.
I am grateful for those people who enrich my life by being in it.
At least the Mets are at 500 right now. They still don’t know how to work their own specially designed for them ballpark but everyone else does.
NBA is in playoff mode. There have been some interesting calls by the refs.
I am participating in some thing on Live Journal called the Real Live Journal Idol, which is having its ninth and final version right now. I do it because I enjoy writing essays based on prompts from the owner of the contest. This year I have been trying to come up with some real twists on the prompt given and it has not be easy but it has been educational.
This past week the prompt was “step on a crack”. My mind went immediately to DEVO but I am a child of the 60s, 70s and 80s. But that was the low hanging fruit so I mulled it a little more and came up with an essay that I think does the job nicely.
In writing that essay I talked about how a young woman spoke to me about how she admired how I could hold my own in a group of men. I had to tell her honestly I don’t see gender. I mean I see gender but it doesn’t really influence how I speak to someone. For me people are people and I don’t see how speaking differently to one makes any sense what so ever. Then I thought about how more of my close friends are male rather than female. So I apparently don’t speak “female” well but I wouldn’t know how to if I tried.
I don’t care about gender, race, religion, sextual orientation, or political beliefs when I talk to someone. I care about the person I am talking to. I have some friends that we both know we are on opposite ends of the political spectrum but we are still friends. I was once informed by a gay buddy that I was not a fag hag because I wasn’t trying to straighten anyone out. I treated gays like people not some precious unicorn to be collected and shown off. People are not just one thing. People are a myriad of thoughts, emotions, experiences, and beliefs.
Doesn’t mean I get along with everybody. There are some people I rather not interact with. And there are people who prefer not to interact with me. Their loss since I am a pretty interesting person to know.
I am grateful for those people who enrich my life by being in it.
