Pointless point

Isn't Red Lobster cannibalizing it's own business?
They're killing their own name!
Thought that was amusing....thanks carmelo haah

The irony of sympathy

Value-tine's Day

I've always wondered why this specific day of endearment has become such a consumerist-driven holiday. Western cultures (along with Japan) go head-over-heels to beat statistical records from the previous year of chocolates eaten, lilies wrapped, diamonds proposed, and love spread.

Now, is this truly a sign of love? Are these gifts truly taken with as much admiration as they would any other day of the year? Or is everybody caught in the hype that they have to outperform the simple, romantic gesticulations from the other 364 days?

I'm not a spiteful person, ridiculing all of the couples out there. Yes, although I am currently single, I just don't see how so many industries are obviously taking advantage of the population and people are buying into it.

Some see it as a day to reconcile the love that could have been lost, forgotten or tainted. Some see it as an excuse for the women to be pampered and treated with some sort of motivated passion for a whole day. Some see it as a reason to open their wallets. and Others just don't see the it that everyone is caught up in.

In 270 AD, a priest, known as Valentio, was executed for defying the emperor by secretly marrying couples. Nearly 1600 years later, Americans started mass-producing valentines, or cute, bubbly, red-driven cards as we know it. In Norway and Denmark, although 'Valentinsdag' is celebrated to a lesser extent than the Americas, a simple dinner with an intimate companion is all that is required to celebrate this occasion. However, close by, Sweden celebrates this 'Alla hjärtans dag' (All Heart's Day), due to Western influence. It isn't even an official holiday, yet it's still a flower and cosmetic industry driven event. In Russia, Valentine's day is only kept alive by the youth. In Japan, it's the women who give chocolates and gifts to the men.

If you are to take solace from all of this, it's that Valentine spirit is even found in elementary schools. The good old days where we'd share cards and candy with each other. Claim our favourite people as 'my' Valentine. Spread love and joy amongst the sea of young children that have yet to learn the true meaning of love and everything it's worth. As weird as it sounds, I find this to be the only reasonable location for an event even worthy of being called St. Valentine's Day. There's more heart-filled productivity occurring in the classroom than in the bedroom. During recess than during sex. An 'i choo choo choo you' card than a credit card. An innocent spiritual connection than an infatuated obsession.

There is approximately 180 million Valentines exchanged in a year (not including classroom exchanges). Per capita, Americans ate 24.7 lbs of candy in 2004. About $2.5 billion worth of products were sold by Jewelery stores. Such crazy numbers.

However, if we're going to embrace this made up 45th day of the calendar year, I would hope that at least you're being consistent. Treat each other with the respect they deserve as the person they are, not the object this holiday has categorized them to be.

Hello friends

So here I am. Finally blogging. Never thought it would happen. What started out as an easy source to give cheap shots to, has now turned into some sort of potential hobby. Call me a hypocrite, but I see it as, time changes, memory fades, and self-expression is important. Man I'm way ahead of the game, eh?
But nothing is never too late.

I feel like opening this blog of abstraction, music and musings with a passage of some sort. The irony is that it's meaning gives off the polar opposite of my little blog rant noted above. Enjoy.

Because I always feel like running.
Not away, because there’s no such place.
Because if there was I would have found it by now, because it’s easier to run, easier than staying to find out you’re the only one who didn’t run.
Because running will be the way your life and mine will be described as, in the long run. Or as in having given someone a run for his money. Or as in running out of time.
Because running makes me look like everyone else, though I hope there will never be cause for that, because I will be running in the other direction, not running for cover, because if I knew where cover was, I would stay there and never have to run to it.
Not running for my life because I have to be running for something of more value to be running and not in fear.
Because the thing I fear cannot be escaped, avoided, eluded, hidden from, protected from, gotten away from, not without showing the fear as I see it now.
Because closer, clearer, no sir, nearer.
Because of you and because of that nice that you quietly, quickly be causing and because you’re going to see me run soon, and because you’re going to know why I’m running then.
You’ll know then because I’m not going to tell you now.