Friday, August 13, 2010

We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Blogging For This Announcement

Look people, I have some announcements to make.  First of all, I am no longer trying to blog daily.  It was causing some problems (namely that I would have to finish last week's blog entry before I could post the next four that are finished...also stress, lots of stress) and was making me post some crap just so I'd have something to post.

But all of you literary dung beetles don't fret, I will still be posting a lot (and therefore a lot of crap) so I'll try and maintain the status quo with an unnoticeable step down in production.  Also if you remember the point of this blog was to write frequently to polish my writing skills.  I'm not sure that my writing is exactly coated in turtle wax at this point, but blogging is a lot cheaper than than therapy so PJ is still productive for me.

Just thought I'd let you know.

It is time for some
Existential blog changes
Stay posted for more...

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Hypo-crazy (A Poetic Jabber-Wonky Rant)

You know I like to take this blog on an occasional road trip to political-ville where I usually stop on opinion hill to have a nice picnic.  Well pack the car kids, we're going on a ride.

Normally, I like to represent many sides of a debate, ok or maybe not.  But either way, my blood is boiling about the group opposing the Islamic community center near Ground Zero.  They have a ridiculous name created from a string of words that have nothing to do with this effort (American Freedom Defense Initiative) but I refuse to use that name because it is insulting to my intelligence and it doesn't even have a good acronym.  Instead, I decided to string together my own sequence of random words to describe them: Righteous American Country Initiative and Salvation from Tyrrany Statesmen.  I quite like it.  For the sake of brevity I will just call them RACISTS.

I'll start off to say that I already disagree with the argument that putting the center there desecrates the memory of those who died on 9-11.  I think most of all that this argument shows a complete and total lack of understanding of who perpetrated the 9-11 attacks.  And maybe basic mathematics.

First: the people who masterminded and carried out the attacks do not represent all Muslims.  There are literally millions of Muslims in the United States.  American Muslims or Muslims in general are not the same as the 9-11 attackers.  Within those millions of American Muslims there may be a handful that sympathize or even join the attackers in ideology, but to let that infinitesimal percentage to represent your entire idea of mosque-going Muslims is preposterous.

It would be like saying all Christians wear too much makeup because of Tammy Faye Baker.  Or all dogs are vicious because of Cujo.  Or all actors deny the Holocaust and have anger management problems.  Are ya with me, people?

Second: The 9-11 attackers hated Americans because of the many freedoms that we have in this country thanks to our Constitution, many of which conflict with their strict way of life.  So let's exercise some of those freedoms by, ya know, letting some religion happen!

Then others argue "Look, I'm not unreasonable but building the mosque will upset some other folks who are unreasonable so it isn't worth the risk."  Since when do the reasonable people have to defer to the unreasonable people solely because of their inability to see reason?  How about this, we just build it and the unreasonable people have to deal with our reasonableness.

The thing that really set me off today though, was the anti-mosque movement's reaction to a decision on their transit advertising.  I'll try and sum up the facts but keep in mind this ain't a news paper and I am working on a staff of one extremely part-time person, an old laptop, and two dogs (neither of whom write very good copy.)  The anti-mosque people wanted to run this ad on New York city buses and subways.  The transit authority said no.  Then the anti-mosque people sued, saying their first amendment rights have been stomped on.  The transit authority reluctantly allows the ads. The anti-mosque people rejoice because the Constitution has prevailed to protect citizen's rights.

So if I was going to whiteboard this out:

First Amendment of the Constitution -> Freedom of Speech -> Government can't regulate my speech with a PFC (pretty freakin' compelling) reason

But also:

First Amendment of the Constitution -> Freedom of Religion -> Government can't regulate my exercise of religion without a PFC (pretty freakin' compelling) reason

So basically the one leg the anti-mosque people have to stand on for their pro-advertisements argument is the exact same leg they have been giving a Tonya Harding to in the anti-mosque argument.

To me that is beyond hypocrisy, it is hypo-CRAZY.

Building your tree house
In the exact tree you chop
For building lumber.

[Ed Note: a shout out to AVR for coming up with the idea of Poetic Jabber-wonky as a combination of Poetic Jabberwocky and the blog Wonkette which publishes edge political commentary.]

Monday, August 9, 2010

Adios Mexico!

The Mexico trip ended very nicely with a relaxing weekend with my sister and BIL (Bro in Law) including  some swimming in mind-blowing waters like this:


Going to crazy iguana/snake/crocodile/dog/bird zoos and holding adolescent crocs:

 

And enjoying insane sunsets like this:

 

But seriously, I hope that post-work happy hour you went to was fun, your doctor appointment went well, and your weekend of closet cleaning was productive.  Cause that's cool too.

Boredom with your life
Exacerbated by my
Amazing photos.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Where Have All The Bellboys Gone?

Our hotel/resort in Mexico is ridiculously nice.  Every single person who works here says hello and helps you no matter what kind of problem you have.  No one would conceive of saying "that is not my department" or even "try the guy over there, he can help you."  Ever employee of this hotel takes ownership of our comfort and satisfaction.

I hate to bring this sentiment down but we just don't have that in the US anymore.  Everyone, even customer service reps and concierges demand respect rather than earning it.  I think the perfect system is always treat everyone with respect but to expect to earn your respect from others.  But many Americans don't use this system anymore, they walk around in a bubble of rights.  Rights to be served, treated a certain way, right to be first or most.  Some rights though, are not born with you like your hair color or first name.  They are earned.  Like muscular abs.

Either way, I am enjoying a break from American me-ism.  Or maybe it's just that this is how the rich people live.  That I haven't earned the right to know, not yet anyway.

Exacting standards
In serving clients...it's so
Unamerican.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Isla Mujeres

Today we took a ferry to Isla Mujeres which is a lovely little island that was approximately the temperature of the sun today.  Mas or menos.

We rented a golf cart and took off at the speed of wind (a very slow wind that barely rustles leaves) around the island.  Isla Mujeres is small and luckily we did not run out of gas or electricity or cow manure, whatever it was that made that cart go.  I thought about the kind of people who retire to places like this.  There was nothing there to bother you, but then again there was no place to buy comfortable underwear or decent groceries either.  It is a different lifestyle than I have ever experienced and it intrigued me.

We made it all the way to Punta Sur (or the Southern Point for you non-Spanish speakers) and there was a really nice sculpture garden with amazing views of the ocean.  Here's a taste:



Then we got back on our semi-trusty golf cart and made our way back.  We decided to walk around a little big and found this very out of the way little cafe where we stopped for a late lunch.

I had tacos and a pina colada and in addition to an enchilada, Jennifer consumed one of these puppies:


We pondered snorkeling before we left, but Jen proclaimed "a few more sips of this margarita and we can snorkel in the pool and I'll still see all kinds of cool fish."  So we came back across on the ferry and now we're resting up for a big day of Mayan ruins tomorrow.


Excruciating
How we missed the golf cart's breeze
Standing by the sea

Monday, August 2, 2010

GONE TO...

...Here

No joke, I took that picture from our hotel.  That is a what sunset looks like where I am, no hallucinogenics required.

Here is our room, it's the one with the light on.  Kind of like a Motel 6 except a tragillion times nicer and we will NOT actually keep the light on for you.  Come on man, I need my beauty sleep.

You may be thinking "Sha, but what when you leave the property?  Will it still be as nice as all that?"  And I tell you dear friend, I do not know since I have not yet had reason to leave.  Zing!

Also, this month's poetry type will be haiku containing a word that contains "ex" or the letter X to celebrate some time in mEXico.  Just think of it as "This month's poetry, brought you to by the letter X."

Dreams in Mexico
Still about the bar exam
but with sunburn pain.