Circular Attacks

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The topic of bullying is a circular one.

Let’s say you feel like the rich man is bullying you by pouring his finances in anti-you organizations. You protest locally. Change is so slow and seemingly out of reach. But then something twists. A worker at the anti-you organization claims he was bullied by protesters as he went to his unglorified job at the anti-you organization. The worker demands more pay for what he does. Then the rich man says he was bullied by workers demanding too much. The rich man tries to turn it in his favor again. He starts a new organization so he can scale down the first one and hire new people for less pay. Then you say the rich man is bullying you even further by flooding the market with anti-you organizations. You protest locally. And it continues…

Or you could take it to the playground where a child pushes another child off of a swing. The bully takes the swing and the victim runs home crying to mama. On the next visit to the playground, mama shows up. Encouraged by backup, the first victim pushes the first bully off of the slide. Inside her head mama says, “Way to be!” Her mouth says something different, “Uh, we don’t do that, ‘kay?”

First victim now becomes vengeful bully boy and is emboldened by the mama’s nonchalance rather than chastised. Vengeful bully boy pushes another child off of the slide. This third victim has a shorter fuse than most and pummels vengeful bully boy with berserker fists. Vengeful bully boy is a victim again, the fourth in this scenario, and the third victim is now the third bully. Second victim (first bully) watches in amazement as bully mama tears up the third victim and drags her vengeful bully boy off of the playground, leaving third victim (now also the fifth victim) sobbing and wondering why he’s so picked on.

Or we could take it to the workplace. Apprentice worker feels picked on because, well, the bottom of the totem pole feels that way. Everything is blamed on the manual laborer. Less than quality parts? Blame the apprentice. Poor engineering? Blame the apprentice. Critical timing not met? You know who to blame.

Apprentice worker feels bullied. Dislikes the job. Looks elsewhere and secures a position at a different company.

First company feels pressured by the consumer to produce. Now has no apprentice, too top heavy to roll the blame comfortably. Worst case scenario, they are threatened by the prospect of going out of business. Blame shifts to the “job market”. They demand federal intervention and receive it in the form of financial support—which comes from taxes drawn from none other than the apprentice. Taxes are raised to support the corporations that are failing, and the apprentice is the victim again.

Or take it home. One person in the family berates another for something they did. Person berated feels bullied. The next chance they get, maybe immediately or later on, they lash back at the one who did the berating. Victimhood passes around the house like a plague, but so does the bully hat. The only way to stop the cycle is by refusing to wear the hat. Refusing to bully back is how bullying ends. Revenge doesn’t get the job done. It doesn’t even make you feel better, though it might seem like the only way to feel better when the opportunity for revenge presents itself. You give in to the anger and the frustration and you feel worse. You make someone else feel worse. They might even lash back at you for the lashing you gave them.

Hate never stopped hate. Violence never stops violence. Only love can cure hate. Only peace can put an end to violence.

Lego Death Star!

My child did something amazing. Check this out. It’s the Lego Death Star! Finished!

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“Now witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational battle station.”

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Sound familiar? My boy didn’t say it when he showed me he was done, but he should have. It was the first line from the movies that popped in my head.

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Stats:

Over 4,000 pieces!

2 and 1/2 years to build. (I didn’t push him, just encouraged him every once in a while.)

The instruction book is 230 pages long.

There are 192 steps detailed in the instruction book.

Possibilities now—endless.

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“He’s heading for that small moon.”

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“That’s no moon. It’s a space station.”

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“You’re all clear kid. Now let’s blow this thing and go home.”

We don’t plan on taking it apart any time soon. We’re going to enjoy the “fully…operational battle station” for a while.

Crashed! Spliffed! Biffed!

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While riding today I was avoiding a biker coming up the trail as I was going down. I gave him lots of space since he was coming up.

Too much space.

Fortunately, I wasn’t going very fast. I usually slow down when I get to other trail users. I should have stopped since the other guy was going up. My brain chose not to stop, apparently judging the trail wide enough and my speed slow enough. Unfortunately, I wasn’t looking. I got up in the shrubs on the side of the trail and didn’t notice the log that spelled my doom.

Another fortunate thing was that the biker going up had already passed me when I biffed, so I didn’t run into him when my front wheel went the opposite way from the way I was expecting and I flew off the bike to slide down the dusty trail a yard or two.

The other biker stopped his climb to holler back at me, “Are you alright?!”

The first thing I said was, “Just dirty.” But then I thought about it. When you get in an accident, sometimes the adrenalin takes over your reasoning functions. The adrenalin makes your whole body feel fine. It’s a survival mechanism. You can escape danger and lick your wounds later.

I picked myself up out of the dirt. My shirt, which was a white T-shirt, was now a big stripe of dirt on one side from shoulder to hip. I checked myself and found a few small abrasions here and there and a small bleeding hole in my elbow where I had probably landed on a rock. Despite

“How’s your bike?”

The other biker hadn’t left, wasn’t convinced with my attempt to shrug it off. So I lifted my bike out of the dirt and scanned it. The front wheel was a little bent, though not enough bent to even be concerned. I could straighten it later—while licking wounds. I tested the brakes and they worked, which was a small miracle considering my history of breaking brake systems. The chain had slipped down a gear. Like the dust, the chain slipping a gear was a minor problem. If, when it’s all said and done, you only have minor problems, get up and keep going, right?

I told the guy I was fine, my bike was fine, I was going to continue down the trail. This time he believed me. He looked at the log I had tripped on. It was a good size. Not too big to be obvious, not too small to be insignificant. He nodded at the log as if in respect and went his own way.

I continued on down the trail thinking this story would make an okay post for my site. The only thing that would have made it absolutely stunning is if I had video of the event. Then I could have had some laughs later, instead of only the wound-licking.

Gentle Spin Cycle

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Some days you don’t feel so much human, but more like a piece of laundry.

The message here, I guess one of them anyway, is that you are not alone. I mean, I don’t know everyone, though I know a few thousand, and of those I do know, they all have days when they say they can’t take it anymore, or they admit they’re done with current events. Some of them prefer to drown their doneness with alcohol, others just go on vacation. Sure, there might even be some who go on vacation and drown their doneness with alcohol. I wouldn’t recommend that last one though. I mean, what would be the point of escaping from your major reality and then killing the memory of the escape? Doesn’t seem like a very effective method of relaxation.

Jumping in the mix, the daily grind, the work-week, you get this sense of an endless cycle. Sometimes the walls are too close, they’re keeping you in and someday they’ll even crush you, or so it seems. It seems like the universe is ringing you out right after it throws you around. There’s no winning when something so immense has taken a side against you. And yet…

If you’ve ever had an effective vacation, you know there’s a way to break out of the cycle. It isn’t all hopeless. In fact, it isn’t all hard-set stains and wrinkly wrinkle-free fabrics. It isn’t all endless. There’s a method or two for finding your way out of the spin. You don’t have to be on “Heavy” all the time. Choose the gentle cycle if you want. Take a break. Take a breather.

How? Here are ten ways to find your way out of the universal spin:

  1. Learn something new. How much do you know about dolphins?
  2. Walk around the block. Gets you air and new scenes.
  3. Watch a movie. Yeah, I know, this is a lot like getting drunk, but it’s not totally mind-destroying.
  4. Read a book. I could say read a good book, but there is something to learn even from trash and/or pulp.
  5. Say hello to your neighbors. From a distance.
  6. Discover a new religion. How many religions promote vegetarianism?
  7. Stay up to watch the sunset. Get up early enough to see the sunrise.
  8. Create something. Art, music, whatever. Creativity is great activity.
  9. Help someone else get out of their cycle. Service is an amazing way to find relief from your own troubles.
  10. Get a little extra rest. Good sleep gives off good vibes, to you and those around you.

 

To The Max

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When we get there, what do you want?

What do you want a robot to do for you? What can you imagine?

Insert yourself into the best-case future scenario. There is an electro-mechanical servant in every household with the means and the desire to have one. They are as mobile and skilled as humans, and only just a little bit stronger. They don’t sleep, but they have to be plugged in, to recharge the batteries.

You can tell the robot what to do. Program it, so to speak. It may come with some preprogrammed abilities and you’ll have to set the parameters. The limits.

There are restrictions. You can’t tell it to do anything criminal. You can tell it to do anything you want within the lawful and reasonable. It can do anything it’s built to do. Your robot can do the laundry or do the shopping. Your robot can clean the toilet or clean your backyard swimming pool. If it’s built to withstand the elements, it could remove snow from the top of your car or from your driveway.

Whatever you don’t want to do, you could have the robot do. Whatever task is too disgusting or repetitive, you can program the robot to do that task.

Insert yourself into the best future you can possibly imagine. What does it look like? What do you see? Do you see yourself with a personal household-variety robot? Does it make your dinner? Does it choose what’s for dinner?

Whatever you imagine, take it to the max.