A very short 6 months into my new home I find myself packing yet again. Honestly, I can't even tell you how many places I have lived since moving out of my parents' house at the ripe old age of 22. The list is most probably endless. Often, I find myself wondering exactly why I keep moving; some of the moves had very distinct purposes, and yet some had no good reason at all. My entire family still lives in the same house in which I grew up. Maybe there is some sort of psycho-babble answer in that fact, but I'm not Freud, and not qualified to pull that bit of information out of the air.
Does it bother me to have lived in so many different places? A valid question, and sometimes the answer to that question is yes. At times I find myself wondering exactly what is wrong with me. Why can't I find that place to settle in and call home? For the most part, I would have to say that I have never really had a home. Not homeless in the societal definition of that word, but homeless in another sense. No real bond to a specific place where I have resided.
I have friends, and I have spoken with people, who claim that they know that where they are is where they should be. They have felt a "calling" to be where they are in regards to both living space, work space, all aspects of their lives. I can honestly say I have never felt any kind of "calling." For the most part the voices in my head seem to say things like: "What the hell?" or "Same crap, different day." Those kind of voices are in my head. Even in those moments where I feel like maybe there is some sort of small voice pointing towards something, I just never seem to be able to make out what it is pointing towards. I would say this describes all aspects of my life.
I believe I began to really ponder these things when I realized that I hoard boxes so that I will always have plenty of them for packing. That has to be some kind of disorder; to arrive at a new residence and somewhere in the back of your mind the idea of your next move is already percolating.
Maybe the answer to finding home is to first know what that word means to me, but I can't say I have any real definition for it. There does not seem to be any picture in my head that I associate with that word. Not even sure how I would begin to develop that picture in my mind. Possibly all people think the same way I do, and I simply project onto them that they are at "home" when the reality is they are also floundering around, never quite sure where the next flop will land them, or even why it landed them in that particular place. It's a strange feeling to be surrounded by people and feel as if you are just looking in from a distant window. It's not a feeling I know how to describe, and it's not a feeling that always surfaces for me, but it seems as if it is a feeling that has been with me for a bit now. Odd to sit at the pool, and somehow feel completely invisible. Not an exact explanation, but I'm doing my best.
Overall, I guess what i'm attempting to convey is the sensation that I've never found somewhere that feels as if I belong. A place that my presence completes, and it's presence completes me. All of this rambling probably holds the answer to why I move so much. It's not pleasurable. I do not enjoy the hassle of moving: changing your address with everyone who needs to have your address, finding a way to feel like the space you are in is your space and not just a shell that keeps you from freezing to death in the winter.
Maybe one day the voices in my head will be kind enough to shut their traps long enough for me to hear the one voice that is actually solid, and attempting to lead me in the right direction. I'm certain that I will be old and grey by that time. well, older and greyer I should say. In the mean time I suppose I will continue to hoard my boxes and keep the movers on speed dial. At least I'm keeping people employed.
When I started this blog, it was as a suggestion from a friend, because that person thinks I have a wicked good sense of humor and should share it with the millions of you who read this thing. While I do have a pretty good sense of humor, it seems as if the blog is turning into something else. I'm not sure what that is, but as we have determined already today, I have no certainty about most things in my life. Maybe I'm just a shell wandering the globe until the next life. Suffering from some karmic ass whooping from a former life that I have no memory of. But that digresses into things I know nothing about.
Sorry for those of you who wanted some laughter, but today I needed to just babble. Let's all go take our xanax and be mellow. I'll try to be funny next time.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Writing challenge.
A couple of weeks ago I proposed a challenge to my friends on facebook. That challenge was to write something creative based upon photographs I posted on my facebook page. I believe that I posted a total of 8 pictures, all of which were different subject matter. The challenge did not require the author to use each and every picture posted. They could choose to use as many or as few as they desired. I have given no particular time limit for these people to get their creative juices flowing.
During the time since I have posted these pictures, and issued this challenge, I have been debating how to present these writings so that others may enjoy them as well. I considered starting a second facebook page, but that seemed a bit too unwieldy as it would require me going and sending out friend requests again, and then i'd get confused as to which facebook page was which. Also, I would probably forget all passwords associated with the new facebook page. My sister suggested creating and event page to post them on, but I must admit that I'm not exactly sure how to make that work where it is constantly available. After many, many, many minutes of pondering this dilemma, I decided to post each submission here on my blog. I have it linked to my facebook account so that all of my friends may also connect and read as well.
I have received one submission so far, and I like it. I will post it along with the picture she chose to use for her inspiration (assuming I can figure out how to do that).
A few comments before I do post her writing:
This challenge is simply for entertainment. I thought it would be cool to see what responses I would get, who would respond, and the variety it would create. This is not the place for criticism of other's writing. If you like a piece, that is great; if you don't like a piece that is also great. Our differences are what make the world interesting. Some of you may be more experienced writers and some less experienced, and that is ok. Some may have strengths in grammar, and some may not be as strong, but please refrain from correcting each others' grammar. Otherwise I may be forced to eviscerate you in a forum in which you are not as strong. And thus humiliate you in a merciless, albeit funny, manner.
now that the rules have been established, here is my first submit. It is written by Krissany T. and all around good person whom I enjoy having as a friend. No title that i'm aware of, but you can create your own.
With profound dignity she continues to hold her head high. Others have told her that she isn’t good enough will never be good enough but she stands strong in her belief that she can do anything and everything she sets her mind to. As they continue to tell her she can’t achieve her goals, she only pushes harder. There was a time when she believed they were right. She looked at her reflection in the ocean with a blank stare, knowing the person staring back wasn’t truly her. She was broken and weak. She felt useless and abused. She was worn down, tired of fighting and for many a moment she gave up. Then she had a sudden realization that she was not who they made her out to be and the tears she shed could never reflect the amount of love she found for herself. Tears not of sadness but of joy. Tears that streamed down her face filling her eyes like a pothole in Seattle during a November rainstorm. At this moment she realized that she didn’t need anything she had but everything she had left to get there. It was not in this moment that she found utter happiness, but she knew it was out there waiting for her on the horizon. As the sun began to set, se got on a ship and sailed towards it, far away from everything she currently knew. In that moment she was happy, even if just for a split second. All at once she felt free, gliding gracefully across the water. She knew then that nothing, no one could stop her. Knowing this she was truly happy…
here is the photo...I hope
Thank you for participating, and 2 gold stars from me to Krissany. I hope to have other submissions soon, and maybe i'll add one of my own.
During the time since I have posted these pictures, and issued this challenge, I have been debating how to present these writings so that others may enjoy them as well. I considered starting a second facebook page, but that seemed a bit too unwieldy as it would require me going and sending out friend requests again, and then i'd get confused as to which facebook page was which. Also, I would probably forget all passwords associated with the new facebook page. My sister suggested creating and event page to post them on, but I must admit that I'm not exactly sure how to make that work where it is constantly available. After many, many, many minutes of pondering this dilemma, I decided to post each submission here on my blog. I have it linked to my facebook account so that all of my friends may also connect and read as well.
I have received one submission so far, and I like it. I will post it along with the picture she chose to use for her inspiration (assuming I can figure out how to do that).
A few comments before I do post her writing:
This challenge is simply for entertainment. I thought it would be cool to see what responses I would get, who would respond, and the variety it would create. This is not the place for criticism of other's writing. If you like a piece, that is great; if you don't like a piece that is also great. Our differences are what make the world interesting. Some of you may be more experienced writers and some less experienced, and that is ok. Some may have strengths in grammar, and some may not be as strong, but please refrain from correcting each others' grammar. Otherwise I may be forced to eviscerate you in a forum in which you are not as strong. And thus humiliate you in a merciless, albeit funny, manner.
now that the rules have been established, here is my first submit. It is written by Krissany T. and all around good person whom I enjoy having as a friend. No title that i'm aware of, but you can create your own.
With profound dignity she continues to hold her head high. Others have told her that she isn’t good enough will never be good enough but she stands strong in her belief that she can do anything and everything she sets her mind to. As they continue to tell her she can’t achieve her goals, she only pushes harder. There was a time when she believed they were right. She looked at her reflection in the ocean with a blank stare, knowing the person staring back wasn’t truly her. She was broken and weak. She felt useless and abused. She was worn down, tired of fighting and for many a moment she gave up. Then she had a sudden realization that she was not who they made her out to be and the tears she shed could never reflect the amount of love she found for herself. Tears not of sadness but of joy. Tears that streamed down her face filling her eyes like a pothole in Seattle during a November rainstorm. At this moment she realized that she didn’t need anything she had but everything she had left to get there. It was not in this moment that she found utter happiness, but she knew it was out there waiting for her on the horizon. As the sun began to set, se got on a ship and sailed towards it, far away from everything she currently knew. In that moment she was happy, even if just for a split second. All at once she felt free, gliding gracefully across the water. She knew then that nothing, no one could stop her. Knowing this she was truly happy…
here is the photo...I hope
Thank you for participating, and 2 gold stars from me to Krissany. I hope to have other submissions soon, and maybe i'll add one of my own.
Friday, April 5, 2013
bitchin' and moanin'
I know that I have not posted a blog in quite sometime. That seems to have become my standard opening for my last few posts, and I guess I can attribute that to a few things. 1) Lately, I have not felt very funny. While I always have that healthy dose of latent cynicism and will always be quick with a side of sarcasm, it will come out quite scathingly when I don't feel very funny. 2) Having an overall level of frustration with life that tends to make me want to shut down. Today's post may be the most introspective that I have written, and quite possibly I am writing it more for me, and less for you. However, there is hope that some of you will still find it a good read.
There are some who may label me a complainer, a whiner, one who is generally saying something negative. Maybe that is true. My grumblings are generally an effort to vent, to get whatever vile venom that seems to be dwelling on the inside out. It is not so much a call for attention, or a request for any kind of sympathy from others, it is not even an attempt to have my problems solved by others. It is for the most part a mental reaction to my current surroundings and state of being. Think of it as regurgitation for the soul. Get that shit out of here!
Recently, I find myself in one of those moods. I am quite self-aware, and realize when I'm in that state of mind that generates such a negative outlook. When I become aware of it, I try to self-edit, abstain from public commentary, and generally attempt to keep to myself. These things are not easy to accomplish as I work with the public, but I do my best. Over the last few days, I have begun to think about why it is that I have these feelings. Following is an attempt to vocalize why I do bitch and moan as much as I do. (this is the therapy for me).
1) I absolutely abhor working in an environment that has no rhyme or reason. I live and die by a schedule in my profession. For me, it is imperative that the people who put these schedules together for me accomplish this task with proper forethought that will allow for a smooth running day. However, I have found that most of the places I have worked are not capable of making that happen. When I had my own practice, I worked really hard to make sure that we scheduled in a manner where each patient felt like I was giving them my undivided attention, yet we were productive enough to actually be profitable. I hated making people wait, and our office did our best to make sure the day ran smoothly. I know many of you at this moment are saying I should just have my own practice again. Unfortunately, that is not even a viable option for me at this point in my life, and the reason for that is another story that is too long to fit into this post.
2) When I first began working for other dentists (which has mostly been working for corporate style dental offices, which is it's own sort of evil,) dentists were generally paid a guaranteed salary plus a commission should their monthly production be over a certain goal. As the years have progressed what has happened is that these places have begun to simply pay their dentists a commission and that is it. What does that mean, and why would it lead to my bitchin and moanin? A good question. As you may or may not be aware our country has been in a "recession", and no matter what the "experts" say it is not getting better. That means that all businesses have really slowed down. I've heard that most dental offices have seen a decrease in business of 30-35%. That is quite a significant downturn. For those of us who work on commission (me) it means that there are days I go to work, and I actually do not get paid at all for that day. It is frustrating to sit there and know you could have made more money that day working at McDonald's, yet you couldn't get a job there if you tried because you are probably over-qualified. String together a couple of days of not getting paid, and it will begin to stress you out as you try to plan ahead for financial situations. Some of you may say don't work in these corporate offices, but for the most part they are the only people who are hiring, and honestly even private practices have begun to pay in the same fashion. And if we refer back to number 1 we will see that I cannot open my own practice.
3) There are many days where I simply find myself stuck with the life/situation at hand. I have come up with ideas for alternative paths, but for the most part none seem to be viable options at this time. Options for the future, certainly, but not at this specific moment. Most of the alternatives I come up with require me to go back to school, and I seem to never have the appropriate combination of time and money to make that happen. And at times I also fear that I would half-ass my way through my studies and end up regretting it more than anything. I also worry that whatever degree I decide to get won't really help me step into a new career path at all, and I would have simply wasted my time and money to get that degree. Yes, I am aware that some of these roadblocks are self-imposed, but some of them are real enough to prevent me from being able to move forward. So I spend my days spinning my wheels, and putting my nose to the same old grind that has become such a burden to me.
4) I find myself working in a profession that I am not sure I even recognize any more. It seems to me that those who are "successful" in this business these days dance around in the gray area of ethical and unethical. My observation has been that the focus has move from trying to do what is best for the patient in an ethical manner towards a "how can we make more money" attitude. Do not get me wrong, this is not true of every dentist, and probably is not true of even most dentist, but it seems to be a movement I have noticed as these corporate places take over. Dentistry is being treated as a commodity and less like the service that it is. It is emotionally draining to deal with such observations, and to try and maintain my sense of ethics in the midst of it all.
I'm sure there are more reasons why I can tend to complain and whine so much, but these are the top 4 reasons that I can come up with. The combination of all of them puts a strain on my psyche that is at times unbearable. Many days I feel as if I teeter-totter between mental health, and mental breakdown. Sure, I have stretches of time where I feel completely content, but those moments seem to creep farther and farther away.
To those who do get to listen to my complaining, I apologize. I really do try to keep it to myself, but as I stated in the beginning sometimes I just have to get the venom out.
There are some who may label me a complainer, a whiner, one who is generally saying something negative. Maybe that is true. My grumblings are generally an effort to vent, to get whatever vile venom that seems to be dwelling on the inside out. It is not so much a call for attention, or a request for any kind of sympathy from others, it is not even an attempt to have my problems solved by others. It is for the most part a mental reaction to my current surroundings and state of being. Think of it as regurgitation for the soul. Get that shit out of here!
Recently, I find myself in one of those moods. I am quite self-aware, and realize when I'm in that state of mind that generates such a negative outlook. When I become aware of it, I try to self-edit, abstain from public commentary, and generally attempt to keep to myself. These things are not easy to accomplish as I work with the public, but I do my best. Over the last few days, I have begun to think about why it is that I have these feelings. Following is an attempt to vocalize why I do bitch and moan as much as I do. (this is the therapy for me).
1) I absolutely abhor working in an environment that has no rhyme or reason. I live and die by a schedule in my profession. For me, it is imperative that the people who put these schedules together for me accomplish this task with proper forethought that will allow for a smooth running day. However, I have found that most of the places I have worked are not capable of making that happen. When I had my own practice, I worked really hard to make sure that we scheduled in a manner where each patient felt like I was giving them my undivided attention, yet we were productive enough to actually be profitable. I hated making people wait, and our office did our best to make sure the day ran smoothly. I know many of you at this moment are saying I should just have my own practice again. Unfortunately, that is not even a viable option for me at this point in my life, and the reason for that is another story that is too long to fit into this post.
2) When I first began working for other dentists (which has mostly been working for corporate style dental offices, which is it's own sort of evil,) dentists were generally paid a guaranteed salary plus a commission should their monthly production be over a certain goal. As the years have progressed what has happened is that these places have begun to simply pay their dentists a commission and that is it. What does that mean, and why would it lead to my bitchin and moanin? A good question. As you may or may not be aware our country has been in a "recession", and no matter what the "experts" say it is not getting better. That means that all businesses have really slowed down. I've heard that most dental offices have seen a decrease in business of 30-35%. That is quite a significant downturn. For those of us who work on commission (me) it means that there are days I go to work, and I actually do not get paid at all for that day. It is frustrating to sit there and know you could have made more money that day working at McDonald's, yet you couldn't get a job there if you tried because you are probably over-qualified. String together a couple of days of not getting paid, and it will begin to stress you out as you try to plan ahead for financial situations. Some of you may say don't work in these corporate offices, but for the most part they are the only people who are hiring, and honestly even private practices have begun to pay in the same fashion. And if we refer back to number 1 we will see that I cannot open my own practice.
3) There are many days where I simply find myself stuck with the life/situation at hand. I have come up with ideas for alternative paths, but for the most part none seem to be viable options at this time. Options for the future, certainly, but not at this specific moment. Most of the alternatives I come up with require me to go back to school, and I seem to never have the appropriate combination of time and money to make that happen. And at times I also fear that I would half-ass my way through my studies and end up regretting it more than anything. I also worry that whatever degree I decide to get won't really help me step into a new career path at all, and I would have simply wasted my time and money to get that degree. Yes, I am aware that some of these roadblocks are self-imposed, but some of them are real enough to prevent me from being able to move forward. So I spend my days spinning my wheels, and putting my nose to the same old grind that has become such a burden to me.
4) I find myself working in a profession that I am not sure I even recognize any more. It seems to me that those who are "successful" in this business these days dance around in the gray area of ethical and unethical. My observation has been that the focus has move from trying to do what is best for the patient in an ethical manner towards a "how can we make more money" attitude. Do not get me wrong, this is not true of every dentist, and probably is not true of even most dentist, but it seems to be a movement I have noticed as these corporate places take over. Dentistry is being treated as a commodity and less like the service that it is. It is emotionally draining to deal with such observations, and to try and maintain my sense of ethics in the midst of it all.
I'm sure there are more reasons why I can tend to complain and whine so much, but these are the top 4 reasons that I can come up with. The combination of all of them puts a strain on my psyche that is at times unbearable. Many days I feel as if I teeter-totter between mental health, and mental breakdown. Sure, I have stretches of time where I feel completely content, but those moments seem to creep farther and farther away.
To those who do get to listen to my complaining, I apologize. I really do try to keep it to myself, but as I stated in the beginning sometimes I just have to get the venom out.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
all about movies
It is possible that by now all of you loyal readers have determined that I really enjoy watching movies. I am often asked what my favorite movie is, or what kind of movies I like to watch, and I find it difficult to answer these types of questions. I like movies of most genres, although I have to admit that I am not a big fan of horror movies. Especially modern horror movies. Mostly, I just find them too dark, or they rely on too much gore. I don't need to see all of that gore on the screen, and my imagination is quite vivid so I don't really need a very dark story to push it any further than necessary.
All that being said, rather than trying to tell you my favorite movies, or try to figure out what types of movies I enjoy watching, I will attempt to point out things that make movies interesting to me.
I'm that odd man that enjoys watching so called Chick-Flicks. That does not mean that I like all of them, but as a whole I enjoy the genre. The thing that appeals to me about these movies is that for the most part they have pretty good story lines. Sure they all follow the same basic story line of boy meets girl, or vice versa. There is always some winding path for the two intended to realize that they are to be together. Maybe it's not that the stories are always great, but more that I appreciate the romance of it all. I like the hope that it gives those of us who don't always feel very lucky in love.
I also like movies that take the time to create interesting characters. Screenwriters who manage to make the main characters as well as the minor characters interesting and believable always capture my interest. For example, I love the Ocean's Eleven, Twelve and Thirteen movies. Are they cheesy? Heck yeah. Are they destined to be classics? Heck no. While I like the main people in the story (Danny, Rusty, Linus played by Clooney, Pitt and Damon respectively) the characters that make the movies for me are Virgil and Turk played by Casey Affleck and Scott Caan respectively. I could watch an entire movie based on these guys. Their constant banter with each other is well written, and their scenes are what I look forward to seeing. Ocean's 13 is extremely cheesy, but I love their scenes. They make the movie for me. Whoever wrote the scenes where they lead a labor strike at the factory in Mexico where dice are made is priceless.
I also like movies that don't spoon feed me every little detail. This is one of the reasons I don't love horror movies, especially modern horror. Their is no chance for the viewer to use their imagination. This idea is one of the reasons I love older films. They allow us to think for ourselves. They did not need to show someone getting hacked to pieces for us to know that someone was being killed. Admittedly, film-makers of old were not allowed to show certain things in their films, but I believe it forced them to be more creative; it forced them to find ways to get their point across without showing you everything. That is refreshing as a movie watcher. It says to me that the director trusts that I am smart enough to figure out what they want me to know. I don't want to feel like the director believes I'm not smart enough to figure out their concept without feeding me every little detail. I also think it forced the actors/actresses of those times to be better at their craft.
I'm certain that if I were to win the lottery I would spend a great deal of my time going to the movies. I never tire of sitting in a darkened theater to watch a film. I might even use some of my lottery winnings to purchase a theater so I could show a good mixture of current and old films that I enjoy. I'd even be willing to take requests.
All that being said, rather than trying to tell you my favorite movies, or try to figure out what types of movies I enjoy watching, I will attempt to point out things that make movies interesting to me.
I'm that odd man that enjoys watching so called Chick-Flicks. That does not mean that I like all of them, but as a whole I enjoy the genre. The thing that appeals to me about these movies is that for the most part they have pretty good story lines. Sure they all follow the same basic story line of boy meets girl, or vice versa. There is always some winding path for the two intended to realize that they are to be together. Maybe it's not that the stories are always great, but more that I appreciate the romance of it all. I like the hope that it gives those of us who don't always feel very lucky in love.
I also like movies that take the time to create interesting characters. Screenwriters who manage to make the main characters as well as the minor characters interesting and believable always capture my interest. For example, I love the Ocean's Eleven, Twelve and Thirteen movies. Are they cheesy? Heck yeah. Are they destined to be classics? Heck no. While I like the main people in the story (Danny, Rusty, Linus played by Clooney, Pitt and Damon respectively) the characters that make the movies for me are Virgil and Turk played by Casey Affleck and Scott Caan respectively. I could watch an entire movie based on these guys. Their constant banter with each other is well written, and their scenes are what I look forward to seeing. Ocean's 13 is extremely cheesy, but I love their scenes. They make the movie for me. Whoever wrote the scenes where they lead a labor strike at the factory in Mexico where dice are made is priceless.
I also like movies that don't spoon feed me every little detail. This is one of the reasons I don't love horror movies, especially modern horror. Their is no chance for the viewer to use their imagination. This idea is one of the reasons I love older films. They allow us to think for ourselves. They did not need to show someone getting hacked to pieces for us to know that someone was being killed. Admittedly, film-makers of old were not allowed to show certain things in their films, but I believe it forced them to be more creative; it forced them to find ways to get their point across without showing you everything. That is refreshing as a movie watcher. It says to me that the director trusts that I am smart enough to figure out what they want me to know. I don't want to feel like the director believes I'm not smart enough to figure out their concept without feeding me every little detail. I also think it forced the actors/actresses of those times to be better at their craft.
I'm certain that if I were to win the lottery I would spend a great deal of my time going to the movies. I never tire of sitting in a darkened theater to watch a film. I might even use some of my lottery winnings to purchase a theater so I could show a good mixture of current and old films that I enjoy. I'd even be willing to take requests.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Eat It
What has been on my mind these past few days you may ask? An excellent question. Lately I have been thinking about the problem with obesity that we see in the good ol' US of A. A strange thing to think about for sure, however, a couple of things have sparked this thought process. The first thing to lead to my deliberating the issue is the fact that I struggle with obesity myself. As a teen and 20 something I was in pretty decent shape. As I approached my later 20s and beyond I gained a ridiculous amount of weight. To this day I constantly battle with the desire to get back to a healthy state. The second spark came from listening to NPR this morning. I listen to NPR on my satellite radio as I drive to work. Usually the program "Fresh Air" is on for my morning drive. Today they had author Michael Moss on the show. He has written an article entitled "The Extraordinary Science of Junk Food." In this piece he exposes the efforts made by the big food manufacturers to get consumers to buy more and more of their products. These two ideas collided in my brain and began the thought processes.
When I think about the problem my brain initially goes to the fact that you can almost draw a line in the sands of time and see where it all began. I think specifically about my dad's dad who was not overweight at all, but ate pretty much fried everything his whole life. My grandfather never went to a gym, or worked out to some wild exercise DVD. The man pretty much ate what he wanted, and did what he wanted. This is the place where Michael Moss' expose comes into the scene.
His article discusses the science that the big food manufacturers (Kellogg, General Mills, Coke, and all companies such as these) put into developing products that people would consume over and over. It discusses something called "the bliss point." The bliss point is the perfect combination of salt, fat and sugar that causes people to eat more of a product than they normally would consume. Apparently, there have been conversations within and amongst these companies in regards to how their products have contributed to the obesity epidemic we see today. As is expected none will take full responsibility, but some may admit to some small degree of responsibility. I also found it interesting that some of the leading scientists that developed these bliss points for each company, now have regrets about their work.
There are many groups who have discussed the need for these manufacturers to decrease the amount of salt, fat and sugar their products contain. The general response from these companies is that they have a responsibility to their stockholders to produce a profit. I know for some of you "profit" is a dirty word, but as I'll discuss in a minute there is valid concern here. I will admit that it is easy to simply point our fingers at the big, bad corporations, but maybe we should take some responsibility as well.
As consumers, we do have the right to purchase what we want. However, my observation is that it has become more and more difficult to determine what is good and what is bad to eat. Even as rules are created to force companies to be more open about what their product contains, we have nutritionists who cannot agree on what is good for us. Plus, the research shows that the combination of salt, fat, and sugar found in products today tend to "trick" the brain into eating more of them than we should. I hesitate to use the word "addiction," but the results are similar.
To me the question we need to ask is "how do we solve the problem?" One solution would be for the manufacturers to voluntarily reduce the sugar/fat/salt content of these products, but that brings us back to the discussion of their fiduciary responsibility to their stockholders. They fear that if they make these changes then people will consume less of their product, and thus they will lose profits and could potentially find themselves working in the "red." Being a voluntary situation won't work because there will always be those entities who will not play along, and thus all of them will fall back to the same habits they have now. I admit that I do not have a problem with companies making a profit. To me it is the same as you and me going to work to make money. However, I do believe that profits should be made with a modicum of ethics.
Another solution that comes to mind is to pass legislation that requires these companies to decrease the levels of fat/sugar/salt. The down sides to this solution are that you now involve the government, who will have to create some agency to over-see these companies and ensure they are doing what they should do. Sounds quite expensive to the tax payers. It also makes me question what would happen if in fact all of these companies begin to lose sales, as they predict they would, and end up having to cut costs. The number one cost in a company is usually payroll. Therefore, it could create a situation where many of these companies begin letting workers go. In an economy that is already struggling to get back on its feet, having thousands more people out of work can't be a good thing.
I also would argue that we, the consumers, need to "reprogram" ourselves by being more mindful of what we consume. Maybe we should reach for more fruits and whole foods to eat rather than reaching for chips, and other processed foods. We have not always had this "addiction, " and in my opinion, we can get rid of it. Will it be easy? Heck no, but with small steps we can make the changes necessary to decrease our intake of these foods. I also think that we need to battle the influx of all of this junk food into our schools. We do not need soda machines or vending machines in our schools. Our lunchrooms do not need to offer the kids ice cream, or pre-packaged pastries. When i would go have lunch with my daughter at her school, I was shocked to see what would happen. The students would purchase their lunch, or maybe they brought a lunch, and MOST of them would also buy some sort of sugary, fatty junk food. The lunch would go in the trash, and they would eat the junk food. That would be their entire lunch.
We need to re-educate ourselves about proper nutrition. We need to push for better choices, especially for our children. I take full responsibility for my bad eating habits, and the poor choices my child makes when it comes to eating. Go to a restaurant, and the child's menu is the following: mac and cheese, hamburger, hot dog, chicken fingers, or cheese pizza. That makes no sense.
I do not proclaim to know the answers necessary to solve the issue, but I do think about it with some regularity. I'd like to hear your thoughts on what steps we need to take to solve the issue.
NO song today, but here is a link to the article that began my thinking
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/24/magazine/the-extraordinary-science-of-junk-food.html?smid=fb-share&_r=0
When I think about the problem my brain initially goes to the fact that you can almost draw a line in the sands of time and see where it all began. I think specifically about my dad's dad who was not overweight at all, but ate pretty much fried everything his whole life. My grandfather never went to a gym, or worked out to some wild exercise DVD. The man pretty much ate what he wanted, and did what he wanted. This is the place where Michael Moss' expose comes into the scene.
His article discusses the science that the big food manufacturers (Kellogg, General Mills, Coke, and all companies such as these) put into developing products that people would consume over and over. It discusses something called "the bliss point." The bliss point is the perfect combination of salt, fat and sugar that causes people to eat more of a product than they normally would consume. Apparently, there have been conversations within and amongst these companies in regards to how their products have contributed to the obesity epidemic we see today. As is expected none will take full responsibility, but some may admit to some small degree of responsibility. I also found it interesting that some of the leading scientists that developed these bliss points for each company, now have regrets about their work.
There are many groups who have discussed the need for these manufacturers to decrease the amount of salt, fat and sugar their products contain. The general response from these companies is that they have a responsibility to their stockholders to produce a profit. I know for some of you "profit" is a dirty word, but as I'll discuss in a minute there is valid concern here. I will admit that it is easy to simply point our fingers at the big, bad corporations, but maybe we should take some responsibility as well.
As consumers, we do have the right to purchase what we want. However, my observation is that it has become more and more difficult to determine what is good and what is bad to eat. Even as rules are created to force companies to be more open about what their product contains, we have nutritionists who cannot agree on what is good for us. Plus, the research shows that the combination of salt, fat, and sugar found in products today tend to "trick" the brain into eating more of them than we should. I hesitate to use the word "addiction," but the results are similar.
To me the question we need to ask is "how do we solve the problem?" One solution would be for the manufacturers to voluntarily reduce the sugar/fat/salt content of these products, but that brings us back to the discussion of their fiduciary responsibility to their stockholders. They fear that if they make these changes then people will consume less of their product, and thus they will lose profits and could potentially find themselves working in the "red." Being a voluntary situation won't work because there will always be those entities who will not play along, and thus all of them will fall back to the same habits they have now. I admit that I do not have a problem with companies making a profit. To me it is the same as you and me going to work to make money. However, I do believe that profits should be made with a modicum of ethics.
Another solution that comes to mind is to pass legislation that requires these companies to decrease the levels of fat/sugar/salt. The down sides to this solution are that you now involve the government, who will have to create some agency to over-see these companies and ensure they are doing what they should do. Sounds quite expensive to the tax payers. It also makes me question what would happen if in fact all of these companies begin to lose sales, as they predict they would, and end up having to cut costs. The number one cost in a company is usually payroll. Therefore, it could create a situation where many of these companies begin letting workers go. In an economy that is already struggling to get back on its feet, having thousands more people out of work can't be a good thing.
I also would argue that we, the consumers, need to "reprogram" ourselves by being more mindful of what we consume. Maybe we should reach for more fruits and whole foods to eat rather than reaching for chips, and other processed foods. We have not always had this "addiction, " and in my opinion, we can get rid of it. Will it be easy? Heck no, but with small steps we can make the changes necessary to decrease our intake of these foods. I also think that we need to battle the influx of all of this junk food into our schools. We do not need soda machines or vending machines in our schools. Our lunchrooms do not need to offer the kids ice cream, or pre-packaged pastries. When i would go have lunch with my daughter at her school, I was shocked to see what would happen. The students would purchase their lunch, or maybe they brought a lunch, and MOST of them would also buy some sort of sugary, fatty junk food. The lunch would go in the trash, and they would eat the junk food. That would be their entire lunch.
We need to re-educate ourselves about proper nutrition. We need to push for better choices, especially for our children. I take full responsibility for my bad eating habits, and the poor choices my child makes when it comes to eating. Go to a restaurant, and the child's menu is the following: mac and cheese, hamburger, hot dog, chicken fingers, or cheese pizza. That makes no sense.
I do not proclaim to know the answers necessary to solve the issue, but I do think about it with some regularity. I'd like to hear your thoughts on what steps we need to take to solve the issue.
NO song today, but here is a link to the article that began my thinking
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/24/magazine/the-extraordinary-science-of-junk-food.html?smid=fb-share&_r=0
Monday, February 25, 2013
No Time for Awards
Somehow I found myself watching the Oscars last night. I do not quite understand how this happened, but will chalk it up to the fact that I could not find anything else to watch. After about 45 minutes of it, I decided that reading was a better use of my time. There may have been a time in the past when I enjoyed awards shows much more than I do now. However, I really do not perceive my past as being filled with great amounts of joy from watching them. I am not making any bit of judgement on those of you who do enjoy them at all. As I've said in the past it is our differences that make the world an interesting place.
For starters, do we really need hour after hour of pre-awards show coverage? I feel the same about the Super Bowl and other events. I really do not care what the people are wearing, and I do not care to listen to endless analysis of the movies that have been nominated for awards. If I saw the movie, there is a pretty good chance that I figured out the plot, and even caught any twists involved in said plot. I do not need someone from E! television spelling it out for me. I'm certain the script was not written by some super-genius who writes above the average person's level. If I did not see the movie, I definitely do not want someone telling me anything about it.
I also do not need to watch the actors and actresses arrive to the red carpet. I pretty much can deduce that if they are in the audience then they managed to find their way to the auditorium. While I'm sure it is fun to pick apart what the actors/actresses are wearing, I find little joy in that. Although there are moments when you do wonder if they walked by a mirror on the way out of the house, or if their driver gave them a "WTH?" look. I'd probably have a hard time not saying something myself. Probably why I am not linked to the world of celebrity in any way.
I guess one issue I have is that much like College Football Bowl Games there are just way too many awards shows. How many times do we need to award an actor/actress/movie? I'd say once is probably enough. What do I know?
Luckily, they have tried to pare down the time it takes to get through the entire show. However, for me it seems a little rude to have this show congratulating people for doing a good job, and then you begin playing music over their thank you speech and eventually turn the microphone off.
After watching the little bit of the Oscars that I did watch it struck me that the most painful part of it is watching these people. Here are people who get paid millions of dollars to make movies. (my issue is NOT with how much money they make) I find it painful to watch these people struggle to read a telepromter, and struggle to even act like they are interested in what is going on. There seems to be so much dead air, and a lot of standing around as if they aren't sure what to do with themselves.
Honestly, I think it's the difference between stage actors and film actors. In the earlier days of Hollywood, most screen actors had been stage actors and were used to improvisation. They were great at thinking on their feet. It seems to me that maybe today's actors aren't so inclined. At any rate, for me it makes watching these shows unbearable.
I would make a list of the movies that I enjoyed from last year, but I'm having a hard time remembering which movies I did see. LOL I must be getting old. I did see "Cool Hand Luke" last year, and I thought it was awesome.
For starters, do we really need hour after hour of pre-awards show coverage? I feel the same about the Super Bowl and other events. I really do not care what the people are wearing, and I do not care to listen to endless analysis of the movies that have been nominated for awards. If I saw the movie, there is a pretty good chance that I figured out the plot, and even caught any twists involved in said plot. I do not need someone from E! television spelling it out for me. I'm certain the script was not written by some super-genius who writes above the average person's level. If I did not see the movie, I definitely do not want someone telling me anything about it.
I also do not need to watch the actors and actresses arrive to the red carpet. I pretty much can deduce that if they are in the audience then they managed to find their way to the auditorium. While I'm sure it is fun to pick apart what the actors/actresses are wearing, I find little joy in that. Although there are moments when you do wonder if they walked by a mirror on the way out of the house, or if their driver gave them a "WTH?" look. I'd probably have a hard time not saying something myself. Probably why I am not linked to the world of celebrity in any way.
I guess one issue I have is that much like College Football Bowl Games there are just way too many awards shows. How many times do we need to award an actor/actress/movie? I'd say once is probably enough. What do I know?
Luckily, they have tried to pare down the time it takes to get through the entire show. However, for me it seems a little rude to have this show congratulating people for doing a good job, and then you begin playing music over their thank you speech and eventually turn the microphone off.
After watching the little bit of the Oscars that I did watch it struck me that the most painful part of it is watching these people. Here are people who get paid millions of dollars to make movies. (my issue is NOT with how much money they make) I find it painful to watch these people struggle to read a telepromter, and struggle to even act like they are interested in what is going on. There seems to be so much dead air, and a lot of standing around as if they aren't sure what to do with themselves.
Honestly, I think it's the difference between stage actors and film actors. In the earlier days of Hollywood, most screen actors had been stage actors and were used to improvisation. They were great at thinking on their feet. It seems to me that maybe today's actors aren't so inclined. At any rate, for me it makes watching these shows unbearable.
I would make a list of the movies that I enjoyed from last year, but I'm having a hard time remembering which movies I did see. LOL I must be getting old. I did see "Cool Hand Luke" last year, and I thought it was awesome.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
times are a changin'
I have to admit that I often struggle to keep up with a blog. This is probably the third blog that I have started in my lifetime. I suppose that my struggle stems not so much from not having anything to say, but more from wondering if anyone really cares what I have to say. I imagine I should not worry about such things, but alas I do. I also feel a bit of pressure to be "entertaining," whatever that means. Maybe I'm a humorous person, but I'm not so sure about that.
This past week has been a real adventure for me as many different things seemed to take place this past week. First thing to happen was I had to go and "shadow" a doctor for the company I am about to work for. I'm not sure what the purpose of this event was as I've been practicing my profession for 17 years and I'm sure I know what I'm doing. I had to shadow this guy for two days. Super nice guy, and I enjoyed the people in the office, but it took boredom to a new level (and not in a good way.)
Next to appear on the calendar was Lent. For those of you that are not well informed about Lent, welcome to my part of the world. Many people seem to believe that Lent is simply observed by devout Catholics, however that is inaccurate as many people of the Christian belief systems observe this period on the calendar. Lent is basically the time between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday. To observe this time period a person is supposed to give up something that is common to their everyday life. I believe that the intent is to take your focus off of earthly distractions and return our focus onto Jesus Christ and the sacrifice he made for all of us. Do not quote me on this as I am no theologian. Honestly, I have never really observed the time, nor given up anything for it either. I used to joke that I was going to give up heroin for Lent, but few really found the humor in that. (not that I do heroin, thus the joke.) This year I gave up my facebook account for Lent. I spent way too much time on facebook, and could never really explain exactly what i was getting from it. I was a bit concerned that I would really be miserable, but the reality is that I have not missed it too much. You are allowed to take a break from you observation on Sundays, so today I have logged back onto facebook and was a bit surprised to find that out of the over 100 notifications I had, maybe 2 of them interested me. that is in no way a comment on anything other than the fact that decreasing my time on facebook is a good decision.
The third event for this week was Valentine's Day. this is an exceptional day for those of us who are single. Lucky for me I did not have to go to work or anything like that, so I was not surrounded by all of the reminders of being single. I spent the day at home for the most part, went to a matinee movie where I was the only one in the theater, then treated myself to a beautiful Valentine's dinner at What-A-Burger, which is apparently the antithesis of valentine's dining as I was also pretty much the only person here as well. I did send some flowers to a friend of mine, and I believe that those made her day as she said she had never received flowers at work before. I found this to be quite tragic as she should receive flowers more often. I like to believe that they made her day, so that made Valentine's day slightly better for me than usual.
All in all not a bad week, other than I have apparently been magically transported from my apartment to live in a kennel as i am surrounded by the incessant barking of dogs. a bit maddening if I must say so. This coming week I begin a new job, i'm sure it will be as exciting as it can be for my profession. (which is not all that exciting.)
sorry for the neglect, and for the rambling thanks for listening. I have seen several new movies recently, and hope to pass on my much anticipated review for each of these.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uabb3istM3g
I like this version of this song because it is such a shift to see Ritchie Blackmore play this type of music rather than all of the Deep Purple/ Rainbow stuff he did way back when
This past week has been a real adventure for me as many different things seemed to take place this past week. First thing to happen was I had to go and "shadow" a doctor for the company I am about to work for. I'm not sure what the purpose of this event was as I've been practicing my profession for 17 years and I'm sure I know what I'm doing. I had to shadow this guy for two days. Super nice guy, and I enjoyed the people in the office, but it took boredom to a new level (and not in a good way.)
Next to appear on the calendar was Lent. For those of you that are not well informed about Lent, welcome to my part of the world. Many people seem to believe that Lent is simply observed by devout Catholics, however that is inaccurate as many people of the Christian belief systems observe this period on the calendar. Lent is basically the time between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday. To observe this time period a person is supposed to give up something that is common to their everyday life. I believe that the intent is to take your focus off of earthly distractions and return our focus onto Jesus Christ and the sacrifice he made for all of us. Do not quote me on this as I am no theologian. Honestly, I have never really observed the time, nor given up anything for it either. I used to joke that I was going to give up heroin for Lent, but few really found the humor in that. (not that I do heroin, thus the joke.) This year I gave up my facebook account for Lent. I spent way too much time on facebook, and could never really explain exactly what i was getting from it. I was a bit concerned that I would really be miserable, but the reality is that I have not missed it too much. You are allowed to take a break from you observation on Sundays, so today I have logged back onto facebook and was a bit surprised to find that out of the over 100 notifications I had, maybe 2 of them interested me. that is in no way a comment on anything other than the fact that decreasing my time on facebook is a good decision.
The third event for this week was Valentine's Day. this is an exceptional day for those of us who are single. Lucky for me I did not have to go to work or anything like that, so I was not surrounded by all of the reminders of being single. I spent the day at home for the most part, went to a matinee movie where I was the only one in the theater, then treated myself to a beautiful Valentine's dinner at What-A-Burger, which is apparently the antithesis of valentine's dining as I was also pretty much the only person here as well. I did send some flowers to a friend of mine, and I believe that those made her day as she said she had never received flowers at work before. I found this to be quite tragic as she should receive flowers more often. I like to believe that they made her day, so that made Valentine's day slightly better for me than usual.
All in all not a bad week, other than I have apparently been magically transported from my apartment to live in a kennel as i am surrounded by the incessant barking of dogs. a bit maddening if I must say so. This coming week I begin a new job, i'm sure it will be as exciting as it can be for my profession. (which is not all that exciting.)
sorry for the neglect, and for the rambling thanks for listening. I have seen several new movies recently, and hope to pass on my much anticipated review for each of these.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uabb3istM3g
I like this version of this song because it is such a shift to see Ritchie Blackmore play this type of music rather than all of the Deep Purple/ Rainbow stuff he did way back when
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