Category: personal philosophy


NaBloPoMo Day 16: Doldrums and the TSA

So, today marks 16 days in a row that I’ve posted. And it wouldn’t take much searching to figure out that I’m not so good at posting regularly. Unless you count unposting, which I regularly do for months at a time. As we’ve reached the middle of the month, I’ve hit a veritable brick wall. I suppose I could always fall back on the 30 Days of Truth posts, but that seems like something of a cop-out.

I suppose that with working so much, I really just don’t have a lot to talk about. I won’t really talk about work, not that it’s very interesting anyway, so that knocks a big chuck of my time. I try not to get political too often, just because some diatribe on a blog like this amounts to little more than empty words. Plus, I’m not qualified to really make any suggestions. I don’t know anything about airport security, or macroeconomics, or the implications of a falling dollar. I just don’t know. But there is something I feel qualified to comment on. And that’s personal boundaries.

The Fourth Amendment reads thusly:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

And I suppose that by walking into the line, and silently consenting, we are, technically, waiving our right here, but are these searches reasonable? Is there probable cause? I’m no legal expert, but it doesn’t seem to me that purchasing a plane ticket and having a plan to travel from California to New York presents probable cause that you’re going to try to blow up the plane. But that’s enough on legal matters, I’m not qualified.

So let’s talk about personal boundaries. Now, when I traveled last month, DFW did not have a back-scatter x-ray machine. I went through a metal detector, I took off my shoes, I placed my bags on a belt. You know what? That’s okay. It’s annoying, sure, but it’s non-intrusive, and hey, if they catch something? Great. I did not have to show off the size of my penis, nor did I have to be patted down. But at many airports across the country, that’s not an option.

Randomly selected individuals get to choose: do I bear it all for the guard in another room, or do I let this other guard pat me down in front of everyone else? No no, not just pat down. That’s understating it. Do I let this guard touch my body up and down my torso, including my breasts, butt, genitals. You know. All those places where you were always told that it’s not appropriate to be touched.

But it’s the government, right? So it’s okay? How about the police, too. Get a speeding ticket, then you must have been rushing somewhere to commit a crime. Hell, driving a bus? a van? have a passenger? Given the same logic that governs air travel, are you traveling at all? Well, then it must be probable cause. Your car will be randomly selected to be stopped, and you can either have your nude picture taken, or the police officer can touch you however he likes. As long as we’re safe.

Just got to be safe. I mean, the TSA has an excellent track record, don’t they? All those terrorists and bad guys they’ve caught. Oh wait. They haven’t actually caught anyone, have they? But, you might say! There haven’t been any planes flown into buildings! It must be working! Sure. I’ll admit, there’s some measure of prevention. But, come on. Measures are becoming continually more strict, continually more invasive. And for what? I surely don’t know. Certainly not reason. Certainly not probably cause. And it certainly seems that our “personal effects” are being violated.

But. Who are we to complain? Citizen. Remove your clothing. You will be searched. This is for your safety.

NaBloPoMo Day 8: Bear Each Other’s Burdens

I am not an overly religious person, at least not any more, but the picture above is one piece of that life that I still hold onto. It represents a philosophy my dad holds dear, and one which I think would do the world good to embrace a little more.

Throughout our lives, we very often find ourselves in over our heads. Life can get hectic and turbulent, and it becomes difficult to juggle all the myriad responsibilities. Work and friends and bills and whatever other commitments are already straining enough, but add on top of that sickness, whether your own or a child’s or a family members. Any number of inconveniences–from minor to major–can be that proverbial straw that brings the whole load crashing down.

But, what if we, each of us, made a more conscious effort to help out when these inconveniences strike our friends of family? Sure, it may add to your own long list of things to do, but the idea is that other people are pitching in, too. It then becomes easy to help a friend, neighbor, relative through a difficult time. Even small gestures can add up quickly.

I don’t mean that you should drop everything of your own to come to someone else’s rescue (Just look at the picture!), but lend a helping-hand. It’s not about Christian or Muslim or Buddhist or Pastafarian ideals. It’s about being a decent human being.

The painting was done by an artist from Cuba who my dad has met on a couple of occasions. The image itself comes from a graphic in an old study Bible. My dad took that graphic to the artist, and asked him to make 3 copies of it, styled however he wanted. The result was three unique canvases, all depicting this same scene. One hangs in each of our houses: mine, my brother’s, and my parents. It hangs by the door, reminding me every time I leave the house to go out and be a decent human being.

And lets face it, a reminder to be decent every now and them can’t hurt.

NaBloPoMo Day 7: 30 Days of Truth 1

I’ve been reading some of these 30 Days of Truth posts around the web, and I decided I’d join in. I’m not going to be doing it 30 days straight, I’ll do it on Sundays, and maybe again during the week if I’m feeling particularly inspired about the prompt at the time.

The prompts are from here.

Here are the prompts:
Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself


Day 1: Something You Hate about yourself.

Avitable wrote about his inability to turn off his brain. When I first read the prompt, this was the first thing that came to mind about me.

My brain is always running. Creating and destroying worlds every minute. Before I have a conversation with someone, you can believe I have had the conversation dozens of times over in my head, plotting possible arguments, disagreements, etc and making sure I’m prepared for them. Generally, this would be a positive thing, as it means that I am prepared to defend my position no matter how the other person responds. While that sounds great, it generally only leads to my starting the conversation on the defensive, which is never beneficial.

Along these same lines, whenever I’m going to be confronting someone about a problem, or if I have a controversial question of some sort, I will play the conversation over and over again, always looking for the worst-case scenario. As a result, I go into the situation expecting rejection. But, of course, that’s when I even begin the conversation. Most of the time, I convince myself so thoroughly that the conversation is going to go poorly, that I never even bring it up. This has lead to untold losses in friendships, opportunities, or knowledge.

Perhaps, then, the thing I hate most about myself is not that I over-think things; rather, the thing I hate most about myself is that I lack the confidence to pursue something because it might go poorly or it might fail. Is that cowardice? I suppose so. That’s what I hate most about myself.

NaBloPoMo Day 5: Guy Fawkes Day

While it may be a little ridiculous (okay, maybe more than a little), I have made it a point to watch V for Vendetta on the 5th of November since the move came out. It was brought to my attention that I missed last year, but you know, it happens. But, as I sit here writing this post and watching the movie, I began to ask myself “why?”

For one, it’s just a great movie. In fact, that’s probably a large part of the reason. But there is at least one other reason: I wish I was V. Not in the sense that I want to overthrow the government and blow up myriad government buildings, but I want that conviction about something. The mental fortitude to plan and pursue a course of action to effect great change.

Also, I want to be such a strong collector, a curator of the former glory of a lost society: the glories of the “old days.” Not just having the stuff. I honestly don’t care about the stuff, but I want to know the history, know where our people have been and how we’ve got to where we are. V is not just a force of change: he is a keeper of the books, the histories. He is one of the outcast intellectuals from Fahrenheit 451. He knows the lore, and he keeps the histories alive. More importantly, he passes it on. Perhaps a little heavyhandedly, but such is life in a Hollywood movie.

Perhaps that’s why I’m so drawn to academia. I love to learn, to teach, to find the hidden, to understand our world, our culture more deeply because I know the lore, I know the sources, I know the histories. Of course, I don’t know it all, and I never will. But, there’s the fun. There’s always more, always new books, always more to study, learn, interpret. V set Evee free. She was suddenly able to think for herself. To think critically. That’s a skill being quickly lost in the world.

It’s not anarchy that’s the goal. Neither is it in V for Vendetta. At least not permanently. The hope is to get people thinking again. The hope is for critical, active thought to take place. That’s a lofty goal, and it starts with just one person: You.

“Beneath this mask there is more than flesh, Mr Creedy. Beneath this mask there is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof.” – V “V for Vendetta”

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