I just read a very interesting article about natural gas mining. And I’m not gonna lie, I read it because the title said “fracking” and I’m a huge nerd. Anyways, the article was interesting not just in its explanation of the mining company’s procedure for mining and exploration, but in detailing one man’s attempt to simply scientifically explain the procedure the company was proposing. He felt it was his duty, as a scholar and scientist who worked in the specific field, to explain to his neighbors what the process actually involved. Not because he was necessarily opposed or in favor, but because it was presented as simple when in fact he knew it was not. He felt that everyone should be able to make as informed a decision as he was able to.
This was not the case.
Lately I am unable to watch the news or read news articles without feeling like it is all editorial and agenda driven. I find very few people attempting to simply provide the facts and leave the interpretation up to me. It makes it very difficult to trust what is presented to you as unbiased and factual. I find it interesting that a man tries to give an unbiased factual presentation on a very controversial and complicated process and is accused of trying to talk people out of it because he didn’t portray it as simple and easy.
These things are never simple, easy or without consequences. That also doesn’t necessarily mean they’re either right or wrong.
A side note. I have a good many teacher friends who mourn their students lack of or decline of critical thinking skills.
Also a side note, anyone remember yellow journalism?
So, these hang at my work and all day I’m saddened by their unattainable awesomeness. They’re from a painter named Ivan Rivera in Lima, Peru. So far, the stories I’ve heard involve church related threats for unfinished work and homemade cat hair brushes. I’ve yet to find proof of any of this online. Regardless of the stories, the paintings are incredibly well done and amazingly detailed. I’m totally blown away and can be found repeatedly staring at them. Not gonna lie, I also touch. Can’t help it. It’s like being a kid in the museum.
Ugh, shitty camera phone. Yes, I’m a jerk. I’ll be taking better pictures soon.
Um… I don’t know. Roll with it?
Check out the dick flop, guy.
My apologies to where ever I found this. I got to browsing and forgot the site I originally saw it on.
Anywho, it’s late. Actually, for me, it’s quite late. But I ventured forth into the big scary world out there to see the always fabulous friends in Brown Bird . They were of course fantastic and fun… funtastic. Check them out in the links on the side there.
I unfortunately missed the opening, Liz Isenberg, who I was informed was quite good and i was dumb for not seeing.
Who I did catch was A Weather.
I highly recommend. For real. They were awesome. Check their tour dates and if you get the chance please go support them. They apparently had some expensive van breakdown issues on the way into town and still put on an enthusiastic and fun show.
Be horrified into a coma!
First, I’d like to discuss why i started doing this series and why the title contains a question mark. The question mark is to convey that this is meant as a dialogue, not a lecture. I have no desire to create a fascist list of regulations and guidelines. Failure to strictly adhere to them will not make you a bad person or less of a man. I just feel that discussion of some of these characteristics could lead to overall improvement.
In media and the culture around us, I see various male archetypes that lack depth. I don’t necessarily agree that the musclebound, UFC obsessed, orange tanned, action hero, tough guy is really the best model to present to youth as what a man should be. I don’t think it’s a good image to present to boys any more than I think some of the Hollywood starlets are the best images to present to girls. I believe a little healthy conversation and introspection as a society could go a long ways in moving towards a healthier national community.
Or I’m an idealistic asshole who will eventually sit on his porch all day griping about the state of youth today.
Anywho… Part Three.
My father was a master’s electrician and all round handy dude. He could run a potter’s wheel and would develop photos in the bathtub. He turned wrenches, chopped wood, sailed boats and learned to make his own gourmet sausage. He was well read, self educated, and could take a punch and get right up to give one back.
I watched him grill steak under a tree in a thunderstorm, set my car on fire and try to put it out with a coffee cup, and once he was blown off the top of a telephone pole into a snowbank.
Ok. So he had some wins, and maybe some losses.
But he’s a super well rounded dude. My grandfather was the same way. Work in the garage. Cut meat at the base. Answer almost any question you had. Grow a mean squash. Pick his blueberries to make you an amazing blueberry syrup.
This is all important.
Being a man comes back around to the same old thing.
Massive skill acquirement.
Although steak is great, not everything needs to be meat and potatoes.
There is nothing wrong with developing an interest in various art forms. Swing a hammer. Delicately work clay.
Being good with your hands may translate well into other endeavors. But you won’t know until you open up and try them.
Try to educate yourself. No one expects you to break right into the dense tomes of scholarly pursuit. There will be no exams. But head on down to the library. Use them muscles to crack some spines. Exercise the old brain.
Seriously. Knowledge is an amazing thing to amass. It will make you more interesting at dinner parties. Less of a bore at home.
And if nothing else, Jeopardy is super fun to watch when you know answers.
So, round off them corners, square. Add some dimension.
Write only in bad cliches and cheesy one liners…. crap, that’s me.
But seriously, I really believe that a man who aspires to learn and develop himself more fully will in the end be a better man. Right?
Woden, Mercury, Hermes. One god of the wild hunt and two associated with both thievery and travel. I’d say that makes for a nice little day right there.
A day for rogues and thieves and men of the road.
Well, here are some links and items and sites for the end of the middle of the week. A few things to take into the god of thunder’s day.
1. A book I need to order. Looks awesome. Supernatural, nightmarish fairy tales translated from Russian. I’m figuring it’s gonna get dark. It should make for some great fire escape reading while I watch the sun go down.
2. An artist does some guerrilla style campaigning for an improvement in etiquette in the NYC subway system. Jesums, best of luck with that. My favorite is the one concerning nail clipping. I feel like I have had to say that same line about many instances concerning public place social etiquette, “It’s crazy that this even needs to be mentioned.”
3. An interview with a guy shaping and creating awesome old school skateboards for legit street surfing. I’ll be honest, I seriously hate long board skateboard. Really. It’s such a ridiculous pet peeve of mine. But maybe it’s more guilt by association. Maybe I’m just a mean old crank who can’t stand the majority of the people on them. But this guy, Kevin Skibba from SoCal, makes boards like what I started out skating on when I was 6 or 7. Short gnarly super tight little decks on what were pretty much roller skate wheels. Gremmies. Check ’em out. Awesome. First seen over at A Time To Get.
4. This one’s for little brother. A super interesting article on tattoo apprenticeships in Japan with a completely amazing story by an artist who apprenticed following WWII.
The intense mental and physical hardship of apprenticeships in a Japan still steeped in feudal customs seems to rival only what my brother went through during his early tattoo scholarship at the hands of a colossal asshole. Of course Horihide was probably never screamed at in front of customers for finding his boss the wrong jet ski to buy. Especially interesting was his explanation of traditional Japanese tattoo themes and how and why certain things go together. The Selvedge Yard is always a good read.
Four items for Sroda, the fourth day.