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1980s Compilation
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I own no part of this recording - all copyright is owned by Alicia Keyes, Jimmy Kimmel and ABC - it's just a great version I wanted to share. Lyrics You know, right now I miss someone that I love Or fell in love with I don't wanna cry or nothing but I'mma just get straight to the story I'm a 29 year old addict What would you know? What would you do? If you had no control over what you pursue? Talk yourself, tell yourself, baby "I'm better than this" All that I'm fighting I don't wanna resist So I persist Like a bottomless kiss An illusion of bliss An illusion of bliss So I persist Like a bottomless kiss An iIllusion of bliss An iIllusion of bliss Hey, living in prison of blood and flesh An easy way out is this high, I confess So watcha lookin' at What you wanna see You can't save me, baby I don't wanna it no way So I persist Like a bottomless kiss An illusion of bliss An illusion of bliss So I persist Like a bottomless kiss An illusion of bliss Is it my life? Ain't no easy road I don't know which way to go Won't somebody see me when I can't see myself Won't somebody listen before I need help I'm sick of being judged I'm sing of being sick Oh where's the love Tired of being tricked Sick of being high, sick of being low Sick of all the lies putting on the show So I persist So I persist Like a bottomless kiss An illusion of bliss An illusion of bliss I don't wanna be a fallen angel I don't wanna be a fallen angel Don't say I'm gone, gone I don't wanna be a fallen angel Don't say I'm lost, lost I don't wanna be a fallen angel Don't say I'm gone, gone I don't wanna be a fallen angel Don't say I'm lost, lost I don't wanna be a fallen angel
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I love Friends so much that...it makes me question my faith in God.
When We Take the Blinders Off
I used to drive past these old rundown apartments everyday. I made my way past them day after day...year after year...for well over a decade. Sure, I had seen them, but I hadn't really seen them. And I certainly hadn't crossed paths with the people who called it home--not living in my own little customizable world. But, that's the way our culture has become: individualistic, customizable, tailored made just for you, the customer.
I had driven past those dank and dingy apartments for years and I hadn't really seen them--that is until one day. One afternoon I had an occasion to bring my former employer there to follow up on a recently released parolee who was part of her outreach program.
As we ventured past the dusty and dilapidated gates I was struck by two inescapable epiphanies--insidious little ideas that burrowed into my mind and sought to destroy my selfish and willfully oblivious peace of mind: 1) I wondered how anyone could ever live like this--I couldn't understand it--especially in our modern, supposedly civilized society and 2) I wondered how I could have been so blind to them for all these years. How could I have not seen their plight? I had heartlessly driven past them hundreds of times over the last decade, but I was too busy listening to the radio or fiddling with my hair. Was I having a good hair day today? Or a bad hair day today? Pressing concerns for superficial people such as myself.
But, that's the way of the world. I had my blinders on in full force. I chose not to see. I chose to be ignorant. I was living in my own little world--as Simon and Garfunkel said I was an island. But that's America: fully customizable. You can have it just the way you want it.
In our monetized little world where everything is dollar driven--where ads are placed in every nook and cranny--where every facet of our existence is custom fitted to deliver the most pleasant, pleasing and profitable experience it can--from programmable DVR's to preset satellite radios. Algorithms that run everything from your Facebook page to your search engine. Frighteningly intuitive technology that only seeks to show you more of what you like and less of what you don't like. It's all about likes and dislikes. The world has become like a TV show run by some focus group whose only concern is the bottom dollar.
As you tread these trodden trails online you create little electronic inroads and the technology behind it pulling the strings learns what you like and what you don't like. Did you know that based upon your likes Facebook is more accurate at picking a potential partner for you than any personality test or even your closest friends? I'm just glad that technology is in the hands of people who have our best wishes in mind and not in the hands of someone seeking to make a profit.
In this capitalistic world where "the customer is always right"---where every facet of your unique experience is monetized, the technology in charge only seeks to please you, to only give you more of what you like and less of what you don't. But, sometimes we need to see what's disagreeable and disturbing.
We need that. We need to take off the blinders, jump out of our ruts and experience a world teeming with unexperienced beauty and unimaginable suffering. It's two sides of the same coin. You can live on your own little island, tucked away in your own little world playing your XBox or fiddling with your hair...blind to the suffering of the world until that anguish reaches a breaking point and comes knocking at your door. When the genocide a half a world away becomes the global conflict you can no longer ignore.
That was a piece I had published:
http://www.shreveporttimes.com/story/opinion/guest-columnists/2015/02/11/take-blinders/23247067/
I bought this shirt at Goodwill. I love it. It makes me feel like every rich jerk from the '80s who picked on John Cusack. And also I belong to a yacht club. I'd like to belong to a yacht club, but I don't think I'd fit in.
I mess up social situations like that. People get way too intrusive and I never know what to do--like asking me what I'm doing with my life. What am I doing with my life? I'm not doing anything with my life. Is that what you want to hear? Will that make you feel better? Just because you own a yacht doesn't give you the right to deconstruct my entire existence!
"I mean it was dry cat food. I'm not a weirdo." Prolly the funniest thing I've read in a long time! 😂❤️
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Westward Expansion
I'm all for living responsibly and making correct decisions. Unfortunately, sometimes you don't learn that lesson until you've dug yourself into an inescapable hole. I'm referring to myself, really. So, I ask you what are we supposed to do? Spend the rest of our lives merely existing as indentured servants? As slaves? Forever yoked to the plantation of financial institutions? Futilely trying to balance the scales through "correct channels"? You could spend your entire life just treading water--just trying to make up for the mistakes of your youth. I think it's ridiculous that they allow kids to get student loans or credit cards for that matter. Credit cards and institutionalized debt are just a means of slavery. Our financial system is set up based around debt and if no one had any debt our system would fail. They want you to be enslaved to them through debt. Hell, they need it otherwise their little system would crumble. Credit card companies are no better than drug dealers lurking outside playgrounds enticing impressionable children. Except they have ties on. So, that makes it better. That's why they like to categorize and classify everyone. Everyone's got to walk through the same narrow gates to the abattoir. You can't get a gmail account or even a Facebook page now without first giving your fucking cell phone number. There's no more Wild West. No more manifest destiny. No more westward expansion. The core of American psychology was centered around the very optimistic idea of growth and expansion. No matter how you screwed up your life you could always move out west and start over. But, there's no more do overs. There's no more westward expansion. Google and the NSA and the financial unions have made sure of that. You can't start over. Your debt, your youthful indiscretions follow you no matter where you go.
You know a lot of people tell me "Stu, that's just too much damn butter for a grilled cheese." But I disagree and here's why: first of all you ignorant hillbilly (this is me having an imaginary argument where I sound like a man), it's grass fed butter, which means it contains all your omega fatty acids plus butyric acid, which is renowned for its health giving properties. And second of all, butter is a delicious, tasty food choice, the perfect companion for all your home cooking. Now go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch.
The Earth is like people zoo. By the way, the Wal-Mart exhibit is my favorite.