Hello again, folks! Here's something that caught my eye, and I'd like to hear your feedback…
Carolina Panthers player DeAngelo Williams gave up his business class seat to a soldier on a recent flight, and has apparently done so on more than one occasion. Williams posted a picture and indicated that a U.S. Marine would be getting a surprise in the form of an unexpected ride in business class. On a side note, we are now hearing that DeAngelo might have been "duped" by a fake marine, which is sickening to hear.
First off, I love to see support and appreciation for our military men and women. On the other hand, I am always a bit suspicious of publicity, since this is starting to become "a thing" with celebrities on flights. Amy Adams recently gave up a first class seat to a soldier, and the news spread like wildfire.
I'm not pointing fingers at anyone, but I would hate to see this become a trend because it earns attention from the public and the press. Maybe it's just a nice gesture, and the generosity on display from Amy Adams and DeAngelo Williams might inspire other celebrities to do the same. At the end of the day, however, public figures get good P.R. when they do things like this, so I hope you'll understand my skeptical instinct.
What do you think, gang? Is this a worthwhile trend, or a path that might be paved with less-than-good intentions?
Today's blog features on of my mentors, Dan Sanders.
I don't know about you, but I am truly starting to feel like a lab rat under a huge Hubble-like microscope. On June 14, 2013, I wrote a blog that started a bit of a tempest on my keyboard. The tempest was caused by my saying things like:
"I have said, and will explain further in the podcast, that I will not change my life one bit if I am being spied on. I will not monitor my words, phone calls, or blogs and podcasts. I will not change one bloody thing because some guy (or hopefully, woman) is sitting in the tree outside watching me take a shower." I couldn't care less about the government's ghoulish voyeurism.
Well, that's all well and good, speaking just for me, but now I am totally ripping mad at Facebook. Facebook has published details of a big-time experiment in which they manipulated 689,000 posted comments, videos, pictures, and web links. Why? In order to influence our moods. They plan on trying to change my mood and make me care, and apparently, according to the press release by Facebook, they are succeeding. http://money.cnn.com/2014/06/30/technology/facebook-mood-experiment/
What really boils my eggs is they intend to use my friends' emails, etc. to do it and can also use my posts to influence your moods. They are screwing with me and my friends, and I don't take kindly to that. To take this mood alteration experiment a little further, if little Markey Z at Facebook has tried this, what can the government do?
A lot of people were angry with the government for spying. I wonder if Facebook has gotten us so hooked first that we can't get angry. Maybe our moods have already been altered.
There's more on this and other topics at Rambling Harbor. Come ashore and give a listen.
Welcome back to Group Therapy, everybody! Let's relax for this session, shall we? Pull up your favorite recliner and lean back all the way. Aaaahhh, doesn't that feel nice? Not a care in the world.
Ted needs some advice from his fellow Rock-A-Holics. You see, Ted has a 15-year-old daughter that he's raising on his own; the mother's not a part of their lives, and lives in another state, anyway.
Ted says his Daughter is great: she gives him no trouble, does well in school, and is a joy to be around.
Unfortunately, Ted's daughter is growing up a little bit faster than her father would prefer. On Saturday night, Ted walked downstairs to find the daughter and her boyfriend (who is one year older, at 16) having sex on Ted's recliner!
Ted's first reaction was a strong desire to put the hurt on the boyfriend, but he didn't follow through with it. Now, Ted really doesn't know what to do, and he's hoping to hear from you, good people. As disturbed as he is by the discovery, Ted feels like forbidding them to see each other will only make this young romance into a "Romeo and Juliet" situation, and things will just get more complicated.
I know it has to be tough for the single dads. I'm lucky to have a wife, especially with two kids in the house. My daughter, especially, always has a mom to talk to, and that really takes the pressure off me.
Before I turn this over to you, let's have a moment of silence for the silent victim in this situation: Ted's recliner. A man's chair is his royal throne…and I don't think I could ever sit comfortably in mine again if I caught my daughter doing the nasty on it.
Today's blog comes from one of my mentors, Dan Sanders:
Happy Independence Day! Happy August 2nd! Huh? What happened to July 4th, you might ask? Let me explain with some little known (or long forgotten) facts about the 4th of July.
On July 2, 1776, John Adams wrote to his wife: “The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more.”
While we celebrate the 2nd of July on the 4th, which is the date shown on the Declaration of Independence, in fact historians are convinced that the Declaration was signed nearly a month after its adoption, on August 2, 1776, and not on July 4th, as is commonly believed.
In a remarkable coincidence, John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, the only signers of the Declaration of Independence later to serve as Presidents of the United States, both died on July 4, 1826, which was the 50th anniversary of the Declaration. I can’t help but wonder if maybe they really died on August 2, 1826.
Now, all the odd facts aside—and there are many more—the one fact we feel sure of is we are celebrating our independence from the kingdom of Great Britain, as it was known then. I always wonder, though, why we need a date like the 4th of July to remember what freedom means, not just to me and you but to the whole of US. Perhaps summed up best in the Declaration of Independence, I wonder why, among us “Free Americans,” there are still groups that would deny these words and try to enslave those who do not agree with our views of freedom: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.”
Here at Rambling Harbor, we celebrate Independence Day 365-and-one-quarter days a year. Come on shore where all men and women are created equal and give a listen.
Honestly, I’m just not sure if we should believe a damn thing on the internet anymore…but on the other hand, I’m relieved to hear that one particularly troubling recent “news item” has possible been debunked as a hoax.
You may have heard (or read) about the 3-year-old girl who was asked to leave a KFC because of her physical appearance. The kid in question was reportedly disfigured by a pit bull, leaving her terribly scarred. The restaurant story goes like this: the restaurant staff found her appearance too disturbing for the other customers, and asked the girl and her family to leave.
After this story broke, the good people of the world raised $135,000 on the girl’s behalf, and a Las Vegas plastic surgeon pledged to help restore the child’s appearance. The initial report said that the girl’s grandmother was the source of the story, but KFC says the claim has been thoroughly checked against receipts and security camera footage…and simply cannot be true.
Is the whole thing a hoax? That’s the latest angle on this strange, terrible story. Meanwhile, the girl’s aunt insists -- on Facebook -- that it’s NOT a hoax. Whatever the truth may be, there’s a very real child who has been made a victim twice now, and it makes me sick to think that it could EVER happen to someone, much less in the first three years of their life.
Seahawks cornerback Richard Sherman has chosen to boycott Seattle media, after some Seattle newspaper reporters decided to reveal the address of Sherman’s newly-purchased home. Yes, this is information of public record…if you really go looking for it. The reporters in question have practically invited people to bother a public figure – one who has proven himself to be a great supporter of Seattle on both a civic and charitable level.
I can’t blame Sherman for drawing the line. What an invasion of privacy this is! Sherman and his girlfriend are both quite unhappy about this turn of events, and they have every right to be.
Newspaper reporters are capable of some pretty low stuff, and I speak with some degree of experience here. You’d think that a dying form of media would try to turn its situation around by taking a high road, and acting with journalistic integrity. It’s a real shame that we’re seeing exactly the opposite.
Let’s hear it from you, gang: do you think Richard Sherman is justified in his decision to step away from the local press, or is this much ado about nothing?
Hello again, gang! It’s nice to know that you all turned up to celebrate another session of Group Therapy with us! Have some cake and punch, and you can put gifts on that table over there. You DID bring a gift, right?
A Rock-A-Holic named Linda was really hoping for a birthday gift from her boyfriend. They’ve only been dating a couple of months, and they recently celebrated her birthday a little early, because she’s heading out of town on a business trip for a few weeks.
The boyfriend went to dinner (by invitation) with Linda and her parents, with the folks picking up the whole check. Afterwards, the happy couple went to Linda’s place. Linda says she was sort of expecting him to surprise her with a gift…but he didn’t. The night ended with a goodbye (for a few weeks, remember) but that was all. She insists that she didn’t expect anything fancy or expensive, but she is a bit disappointed that he didn’t make some kind of effort. Even making a card would have been great, according to Linda.
Sigh. Making…a…card? Really, Linda? Crayons and glitter are more of a six-month anniversary thing, if I remember correctly.
Maybe he’s going to surprise her with a nice bunch of flowers or some other delivered item on her actual birthday, while she’s out of town. Whatever the case may be, I think this is definitely a case of overstimulated expectations. Remember, this wasn’t even the actual date of her birthday, and she’s already in a tailspin over this whole situation. Maybe it’s time to step back and chill out a little. If the birthday comes and goes without something happening, there might be more support for this reaction…but not yet.
Once again, I’m left shaking my head in confusion and dismay. How do you feel about this one, good people? Have you been on either side of this situation? Sound off!
Today's blog comes from one of my mentors, Dan Sanders:
The other day I had enough of world news. I was feeling very moody and depressed, totally overloaded, brain about to explode or implode. So it seemed like a good idea to clean the refrigerator. Cleaning to me is a meditation, like Gandhi cleaning in prison.
Now that I think about it, maybe that slime wasn’t Jell-O. Maybe it was morphing into a corporate CEO or politician, and possibly cleaning the refrigerator had survival purposes after all, not just for myself but for the world. A simple act of cleaning my refrigerator could have far-reaching value for the future. I was pretty much thought free and happy. I wonder if someplace in the whole time-warp continuum I am still cleaning my refrigerator, and the green slime is still there trying to get away.
As humans, we spend most of our time living in or remembering the past or generally worrying about the future. We are never here, in this moment, this exact second.
A professional football player once told me time seems to stop, hearing ceases, and even movement slows to half- or three-quarters time as he watches the laces and rotation of the ball, which is total and complete concentration on the moment. Then he gets smacked by a 300 pound linebacker. One might think it would have been better to concentrate on the 300 pounder instead of the laces on a 14- to 15-ounce football.
So, dear reader, has there been any point to this rambling caused by my refrigerator (and I don’t mean a player called “The Refrigerator” –I knew I’d find some connection between football and my refrigerator!)
Einstein might say that tomorrow and yesterday are already here, intermingling with what we call today, and all three are happening simultaneously. Of course, Einstein always said he wished he could ride a lightning bolt because that would be the only way he could go fast enough to break the time barrier. Yahoo! Wonder what Albert planned to use for a saddle?
Now, back to the point of all this, which is that there is no point. For the last few minutes we have all been caught in a moment, and in these few moments, if I distracted you even briefly from thoughts you would rather not be having while you were trying to figure out what thought I was having or simply if I were having a complete break with reality, then that was the point.
Now the Sirens at Rambling Harbor are waiting. Join me there and give a listen.
The U.S. Patent Office has declared the “Redskins” name to be disparaging of Native Americans, following a country-wide campaign to change the name. As a result, the team’s logo and branding trademarks are going to be canceled.
Personally, I can’t believe it’s taken this long. It’s time to start taking a look at other teams who have lived in a comfort zone of subtle racism. Kansas City Chiefs and Cleveland Indians, I’m looking in your direction. Take a look at the Chief Wahoo character used by the Indians...and then imagine if he was a caricature of a black or Hispanic person. Things start getting uncomfortable pretty quickly, don’t they?
(Don’t even get me started on the Fightin’ Irish.)
The Redskins owner is unhappy with this ruling, but he probably won’t mind the massive influx of cash that’s sure to follow a re-branding and re-merchandising of the team.
Reminder: we’re switching to a new “mandatory uniform” for Group Therapy. I hope you don’t mind seeing STP and I in short-shorts and sexy tank-tops…
Tommy is a Rock-A-Holic from Chicago who listens to us on the internet. His 19-year-old daughter has been offered a job at a place called The Tilted Kilt, and Tommy’s freaking out a little bit over that. If you haven’t been to this particular establishment, let me explain: the servers are all dressed as “sexy schoolgirls”, for lack of a better description.
Tommy’s not really comfortable with the idea of his daughter dressing provocatively for work, but she really wants the job. Tommy’s wife has told the daughter that she’ll support Tommy’s decision…but she later told Tommy (privately) that she thinks they should support the daughter’s decision.
This is where I have to be the objective person, and point out that the daughter is of legal age, and she ultimately has the right to make her own decisions. Parents – especially fathers, in my opinion – often hope to retain a sense of control over their children for as long as possible, but you have to respect them as adults eventually. Why not start now?