Cause I couldn't fit this rant into a status update...

Just some thoughts regarding recent Facebook trends:

I hate to think I could lose friends over this, but this recent trend of tragedy pissing contests kind of disgusts me.  When Whitney died, my newsfeed was flooded with posts about how ridiculous it was that people gave her death attention, but didn't give something else attention:

Next, it was Steve Jobs vs. Dennis Ritchie:

Now, it's Trayvon vs. anyone ever brutally murdered by someone of a different race:

Now, I know what you're gonna say:

Kendrick, you're missing the point.  The media wantonly disregards the Dennis Ritchies of the world just to get ratings, while the heroes and others who significantly shape our world pass well under the radar without a blip.  That's what we're saying is ridiculous.

And I completely agree.  But first understand that this is nothing new.  There will always be a cleverly crafted front page story to get people to buy copies.  You see this strategy in everything - media, politics, everywhere.  People are gonna try to sell you what they think you want to hear.  This is never going to change, no matter how many clever pictures you post on the Internet.  But what those pictures do accomplish is something you may not have intended.  

I'm sure Trayvon's parents aren't sitting at home thinking "Man, I'm thankful people are giving this so much attention...but there're so many other things in the world to worry about other than some 17 y/o kid dying.."  And I'm sure Steve Jobs' and Whitney Houston's families aren't thinking "Yeah yeah yeah, Steve/Whitney died.  Whatever.  More coverage about our troops, plz!"  

What's your point, Kendrick?

My point is when you attempt to gank limelight from other people's tragedies to sell your own overtop it, that's disrespectful and bad form, plain and simple.  I would never storm into your loved one's funeral to speak out on how insignificant it is compared to other problems in the world.  There's a time for it, a place for it, and a way to go about it.  All lives are precious to someone.  And every time you celebrate something in your life, somewhere else in the world, something horrible is happening to someone else.  

Does this mean your priorities are out of wack if you enjoy a victory while others suffer with losses?

Does this mean you're a dick for not giving a dime to every homeless man you walk by? 

Does this mean you're unpatriotic or selfish for not seeking out and shaking the hand of every troop that ever had a tour?

That way of thinking is a slippery slope.  And it promotes apathy when you imply that caring for one thing means caring for everything.  The world is full of horrors.  If you measure yourself by the percentage of them you acknowledge, you'll be chasing your tail forever.  I enjoy the fruits of the seeds sown by people like Steve Jobs and Dennis Ritchie every day, as do all of you.  I enjoy the music of Whitney Houston and those she inspired.  I enjoy the freedoms our troops work to protect.  That's the legacy they leave behind, and that's how I choose to honor them: By the very things they lived for.  And for people like Eve Carson and Trayvon Martin, I see cautionary tales.

The media is gonna be the media.

Ignorant people are gonna be ignorant people.

Haters gonna hate.

Ballers gonna ball.

Fish gonna swim.

Birds gonna fly.

And honey badger is never gonna care.

 

And now to conclude this rant with a seemingly pretentious Gandhi quote:

 

Fractured

Had an interesting dream last night.  It's fading, but here's what I can remember.


It's relatively late in the afternoon.  Ian calls for an emergency meeting.  We're at New Covenant, the church I grew up in, so I've taken on the appropriate perspective of when I was younger.  The pastor, Elder Kilpatrick (pastor to another church I attended) calls Ian up.  Ian explains that the changes should be minor, and that we're only making a few small tweaks to reality, and nothing more.  

My sister and I are nervous.  We run to the back of the church into the vestibule and wait.  Huddled up in the back, we start to notice the walls slowly fading between colors and bending into corners.  We run out to the main body.  People are panicking.  We watch as members start to disappear and strangers take their places.  Strangers...yet not strangers.  Ian mirrors the scene in his face with looks of terror and confusion as he fanatically stabs at the keyboard of his laptop.  I run out to the pastor's house with my sister.  

The sky seems to be trapped between a battle for dusk and dawn.   We call pastor to the door.  He's in shock.  The question forms in my mind immediately.  I ask him if Mrs. Minnie is back.  Reluctantly, he nods in disbelief.  The implications are too terrible to fathom.  What's the purpose of changing reality with such a high chance that you won't be able to experience it with the ones you love?

Ian continues to work through the variables.  As he does, I slowly began to understand what happened.  The ambition was to isolate a computer outside of spacetime, and in communicating with it, task it to make small changes to the timeline.  But something went wrong.  We didn't account for the fact that the bubble around the system could grow, or even fracture.  Some of us were partially isolated from the changes, allowing us to remember what was.  We were watching hubris dissolve reality right before our very eyes.

Of course, as time passes, we would gradually drift back into sync with the world around us.  We're slowly overtaken by memories of events foreign, yet familiar to us, while the old ones creep to the back of our minds, haunting us.  Leaving a distant feeling that something simply isn't right with the world.

LOL Not gonna happen.

Toshiba: I'm sorry, sir, it looks like this laptop has a bad VGA PCB, and that part is on backorder until May.
Me: ...I'm sorry, what?
Toshiba: Yes, sir, that part is in heavy order and the soonest we can have it is May.
Me: Wait, so you're telling me this laptop, which didn't even work properly THE FIRST TIME I BOOTED IT UP in January, isn't going to be fixed until May?
Toshiba: Yes sir, unfortunately.
Me: Okay, so are you sending out a replacement in the meantime or something?
Toshiba: No sir, that is not an option we currently have.
Me: ... soo, I purchased a laptop from you in December, you took my money, sent me a brick, and now you're saying I won't have a viable laptop for HALF A YEAR after my purchase date?
Toshiba: ...We...
Me: 100% unacceptable, I need to speak with a manager, please. 

May this experience teach me to have even more patience with my customers..

I mean, we could argue all day about who has the best girlfriend...

...but I'll just let the evidence speak for itself:

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Did your girlfriend get you a dobinsian telescope for Valentine's Day?

Diiiiidn't think so. :-P

Of course, the first thing I do with it is up the creep factor by a few magnitudes:

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lol Not really.  I needed a distant target to collimate it, and with all the snow, it had to be something on the ground.  I figured the edge of a house in another neighborhood was innocent enough. Not that the adjustment does me too much good, since I'll just have to readjust it once it's been out in the cold for a while anyway. *shrug*

GO AWAY SNOW SO I CAN GET MY STARGAZE ON! >:o