Michael Kindt's Blog, page 434
December 16, 2011
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The weird thing about having a really old kid
is that I'm still young, which is pretty cool. Logically, it seems like a good idea to me to delay kids, but I'm glad I didn't. It's over with now and I have my whole life ahead of me.
Sure, having a kid so young can put a crimp in your social life, but be honest—are you really enjoying it all that much? I wasn't.
I had a blast as a dad. One time, I volunteered to be the little league umpire and I was so fucking horrible that the game resulted in a double no-hitter. Everyone hated me, both teams, all the parents, the coaches, even my kid. I didn't mind, though. It was good training for having a sarcastic, smartass blog.
We used to hang out in the graveyard, my boy and me, and I'd tell him ghost stories. One time we were up there and we saw a ghost. It scared the shit out of us. Sure, I suppose it could've been a trick of the light, but how fucking boring is that? It was a ghost, dammit.
When he was really little I thought he should take piano lessons. My mom's a classical pianist and so it only seemed appropriate. He excelled. I had to make him stop practicing so that I could feed him. Funny…here I was worried about getting him to devote himself to music a bit, to try, and the next thing you know I was worried about him starving to death with a guitar in his hands.
Since he was 12 he's known exactly what he wants to do with his life. I still don't know. That's ok, though. I have plenty of time left to never find out.
:)
Scientists create deadly, highly contagious flu in the laboratory to see how a deadly, highly contagious flu might come about.
Is it just me, or does anyone else see the human race as a toddler playing with a loaded gun?
Am I the only one thinking of Captain Tripps?
No you're not.
I hope everyone finds this as hilarious as I do. We are a part of nature. We are the viral evolution. We are being used by the virus like little bitches.
Scientists create deadly, highly contagious flu in the laboratory to see how a deadly, highly contagious flu might come about.
dovemans replied to your photo: So Time's Person of The Year is 'The Protester'….
how is it...
how is it muslimfied? it looks exactly like the picture. Or was that some wierd form of sarcasm?
It's been changed for middle America. "Islamified"…haha. The tone was changed and not, as some have suggested to me, to represent some iconic universal protester. It doesn't look universal to me anyway. Oh, and yes as usual I was being a smartass.
December 15, 2011
So Time's Person of The Year is 'The...

So Time's Person of The Year is 'The Protester'. Time magazine, of course, is irrelevant. Does anyone actually read it besides the people who work for it? I'm fairly convinced that nobody really reads anything anymore. They just scan it, just like you are probably scanning this, saying to yourself "Is this a liberal or a conservative article? I need to know so I can be either for it or against it."
You silly Americans, convinced that there are only two ways.
Anyway, probably the only time Time is relevant is when they come up with their stupid Person of The Year cover. I guess there's an accompanying article inside the magazine, but I'm not going to read it and neither are you.
Don't lie.
Controversy always goes along with the POTY, for some strange reason. There's always a pile of really bored people somewhere thinking it should've been someone else. This year, lots of people think it should've been Steve Jobs. They are under the misapprehension that he was a great, groundbreaking man when really he was just an adept seller and designer of gizmos and gadgets. He also wallowed in money like a pig in slop and never gave anything to charity.
Nope, this year it's The Protester, even though the one on the cover is a complete fabrication. There's a real person that the cartoon Muslim is based on. A woman. An American. An Occupier. It even says 99% on the cloth around her face she's wearing to minimize the effects of potential pepper spray.
Why Time Islamified her, I'm not sure, but I bet a good solid Mitt Romney ten grand that it's to frighten stupid people into buying a copy.
"Ooooh!" say the stupid people. "A SCARY, SCARY Muslim! An Islamist! Look, you can see the Sharia Law in the eyes!"
And they pull out some money and buy it, forever clueless as to why the world hates them.
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God I love mornings
I remember when I used to live next to the creek in Spearfish. It was summer and I would go to it at first light and walk along it, up and down it, listening and feeling but not thinking. In those days I was trying different ways to silence my mind and to just receive. The morning always helped.
Vegetation was dense along the creek and with a new brain and body courtesy of a good night's sleep I would actually get high from the intense smells of the plants, the wet earth, the clean air.
My mind would be empty, blissfully so, and I could truly feel different things, like impermanence, the energy given off by life, which, if you open yourself, is as bright and strong as sunlight.
And though I felt the impermanence, I also realized the unreality of death. Truly, it is inconceivable and makes no sense at all. I noticed that all life on earth was one thing: the plants, the bugs, the birds, the 6 point billion whatever different me's which we call humanity. All one thing.
View the Earth from space and it's just a ball covered with life like a rock covered with a growth of moss. Each individual entity, from a single mushroom growing in the Black Forest of Germany to a 54 year old guy named Steve living in Amarillo, Texas, each individual example of life is nothing more than a single cell of Life Itself.
Life is one organism, not a collection of organisms. We are merely parts, facets, building blocks. At death, our energy will be absorbed into the whole and will be expressed elsewhere in a different way.
I want to find that morning again.
December 14, 2011
"The higher a monkey climbs on a pole, the more you can see his butt."
- David Axelrod, on Newt Gingrich