Kim Jong IL-arious


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Soooo all politics aside, does anyone else find it funny how infallible dictators always claim to be? I genuinely wonder if when sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, completely alone, if they really believe the shit that comes out of their mouths. Because there are only few things that I find funnier. Especially when these dictators are outright with it. In fact, for me, the level of humor rises proportionately with their self-accredited degrees of deity-ness. Seriously. The words do not yet exist in the English language for me to accurately articulate the manner in which I laughed when reading the words in this picture and imagining what the following pages might say. To be honest, I don’t think they ever will…

Kim Jong IL

The only way to express the humor I experienced would be through some form of situational onomatopoeia. (Did Netty just invent a new word category….I think he did.) In reality I think the German language (and probably others) already has words to express situations…but I’m going to ignore that for now and cling to my self-proclaimed 15-minutes of WordPress fame. I hope you enjoyed it.

2AM Photo


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Prompt:    It’s 2AM and your phone has just buzzed you awake, filling the room in white-blue LED light. You have a message. It’s a photo. No words, no explanation. Just a photo. Tell us all about it. And what happens next.


There are three lights now. One flashing. Two constant. The bright deep blue of the charger as it flows a current to my dysfunctional laptop. Unfortunately, its equipped with a butterfinger battery so it can’t hold a charge.

The green…you know the green. The green that watches you while you sleep. The green that has a switch for two modes–“bright” and “dim”–which, as it turns out, was put there for aesthetic rather than functional purposes. The green says 2:33 but its really 2am because poor time management coupled with vampire-like tendencies have taught you that setting the clock thirty minutes ahead is the only way to function normally.

Looking away I see the flashing. Reminiscent of baby blue skies and a cloud filled backdrop. The Samsung light has been programmed to flash blue on notifications for text messages….and social media interactions….and emails….dammit. Still drunk with sleep, my eyes reflexively begin to squint as my mind comes to the realization that I’m not going to ignore it.

A half blind fumble through the lock screen reveals a pop up window with a name and a picture download button. She had been in my thoughts a lot recently but for one reason or another I just never got around to calling her. We haven’t really talked in a while. Its sad really, because when we did talk, we talked about everything. In between my consistent flirting of course. The banter was always long lasting but never without laughter or heart. I admit freely, the woman captivates my soul. Strong thoughts for two in the morning but I’ve always had a particularly amorous disposition when it comes to her. An inclination I like to think was mutual.

It was weird then, that I felt the longer we went without speaking, the more I would be interrupting her life somehow by jumping back in. My subconscious must be in the driver seat now. Utilizing information I have long since purged from active memory. Information from years past, when this very woman had disappeared after a similar stint of excitement and connection. It came to light only much later that the reason for the vanishing act was related to a new boyfriend. Maybe my inner mind was keeping me from something I secretly suspected but didn’t want to know. Maybe I’m just being crazy. Long distance fairy tales are made to fail anyway, right?

Finally the picture has finished loading. Now, staring back at me is none other than she. One hand raised, palm up, just a few inches forward from her face. Lips natural with beauty of shape, size and color–wearing no make-up–blowing what seems the most passionate kiss…..she had me at download button.

I awake violently to an inordinate amount of noise coming from my phone.

I quickly silence it before looking up at the green.

It says 2:33.

I look back at the phone only to see the baby blue flashing.

Anticipation mounting, I unlock the phone to find…

…an email.





Survival vs Passion


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Why do we live in a world where only few enjoy the pleasure of making their passions their work and, in turn, having their work make them rich?
Why can’t we all do this? It honestly makes no sense to me. So you have to make a living, should it be so hard for you to do so doing something you love?
Should you be forced to do something your 8 year old self would slap you in the face for doing just so you can feed yourself and put a roof over your head?
What madness is this!?
And what are we going to do about it?
It drives me nuts just thinking about it sometimes.
About how our “contributions” to society are solely founded in some set of values that are rarely acknowledged, much less challenged, by those that it governs.
Has anyone given serious thought to how they would conduct their lives if they no longer had to pay bills? No more rent or mortgage payments to violate your checking account; no more car notes towards a constantly devaluing vehicle; no more just-in-case insurance; no more get me home $5 gas stops; no more coupon-ing for groceries; and no more fluctuating cell phone rates to be confused by.
If you have to put it into a scenario, imagine you win the Lottery today and the jackpot is all your bills paid for the rest of your life!
Now the only thing you have to worry about is what to do with yourself.
After all, you still need money for different leisure activities; movies, books, partying, travel etc.
However, now that the pressure of survival is off of your back would the value of your time increase or decrease?
Would you still be spending it at your current place of employ?
The likely answer for most is a resounding “Fuck No”.
If you fall into the category of most, then help me find a way for us to find our passions together and to thrive throughout the rest of our existence.
I hate to be one of those people that bitch and moan about things without coming up with valuable input but I had to get it off of my chest.

(Side Note: The closest thing I’ve come across to a feasible perfect global society that operates “bill free” & passion full is The Venus Project. If you haven’t heard of it, check out the site and watch the video on the homepage when your done reading this post!)

Plus, I only have two people currently following my blog, whom I doubt will read this anyway, so there probably won’t be any complaints.
This may end up being less of a call to action than it is a cathartic exercise of the mind. Lol
In any case, ventilation is good for the soul.
I do hope this turns into something more so….on the off chance that you’ve tripped, fell down some stairs and somehow landed on this post, please let me know in the comments what you’d do if YOU won that lottery ticket.

A Baker’s Passion


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Sun over Moon
Can a frame most adequately capture happiness?
Does a sandwich maker know
the Baker’s joy when he sees his smile?
When he sits for dinner?
If dinner is a delight yet
the Baker has frowned
What can we know?
Charming conversation, wide smile
teeth come to pieces yet
Of stale bread at the table
What are we to surmise?
Passion travels merrily along the calendar of his craft
playing hopscotch as she sees fit
Yet he believes her to share his bed and heart
The Moon is over the Sun.

Buyology: Truth and Lies About Why We Buy [8 chapters in]


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Buyology book

Click image to see more of Martin’s books.

I got eight chapters into this book in one sitting so it clearly has some fascinating material. Martin Lindstrom has completed the largest Neuromarketing study ever conducted and shares some very common sense refuting findings. In between sharing results of some futuristic-seeming brain scanning methods used, he speaks about  many different global trends in advertising & marketing that multinationals got right, or horribly wrong.

Its interesting to see how things we naturally consider to be the truth couldn’t be further removed from it. One such example, banning of tobacco ads and government mandated warnings on tobacco product labels around the world–ranging from bold black letters to images of cancerous organs and body parts. Common sense deterrents right? Or did ad banning and subsequent warning labels actually increase the efficacy of “suggestive” product placement in media, thus, compounding the problem it set out to fix? More later, but for now you can check out Martin’s website by clicking–>here<–.

Media Consumption by the Multitasking Masses


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When was the last time you spent more than twenty minutes engaging in just one type of media? Twenty minutes JUST watching t.v., ONLY skimming Twitter, or SOLELY Facebook stalking someone….? Okay, okay, you’ve probably participated in the Facebook example for more than one twenty minute session. The point is, if you received a text or an email your attention would have immediately been diverted away from that stalk session. This is not to say you wouldn’t return to it but the chances that you would return with the same Fatal Attraction-esque intensity you had before are slim. After the dealing with that pesky pop up, your brain is begins to wonder about what response you’ll get from the reply you just sent out. Then, all of a sudden, you see a picture that makes you chuckle. Now you are on Instagram trotting down your timeline double tapping your life away when you decide to comment on a picture but right before you begin typing, the reply to your response from that earlier text comes back and you start to read it. See where I’m going with this?

We are in a constant state of flux when it comes to electronic consumption. Todd Henry called this affliction “The Ping” in his book The Accidental Creative: How To Be Brilliant At A Moments Notice (<–AMAZING). He describes it as this sort of tic we get that persistently urges us to check our inbox, news feeds or any other notification systems we utilize. It took me just about 6 hours to get this post together. I bounced to and fro between countless web pages and watched at least 10 videos before even getting half way through this. IS THAT NOT INSANE!?


There exists no floor to this rabbit hole, only more dirt.


There are alway…


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There are always those who are willing to surrender local self-government and turn over their affairs to some national authority in exchange for a payment of money out of the Federal Treasury. Whenever they find that some abuse needs correction in their neighborhood, instead of applying a remedy themselves they seek to have a tribunal sent on from Washington to discharge their duties for them, regardless of the fact that in accepting such supervision they are bartering away their freedom. Such actions are always taken on the assumption that they are a public benefit. Somewhere, Lincoln said something to the effect that tyrants always bestrode the necks of the people upon the plea that it was for their good. He might have added that the people suffered the rule of tyranny in the hope that it would be easier than to rule themselves.

Calvin Coolidge
30th President of these United States
Address Before the Society of the Daughters of the American Revolution
Washington, D.C.
April 16, 1928