Go Ask Your Father
You can learn a lot about yourself on the open road. For one thing, you can learn when you shouldn't be speeding because there's a state police officer pointing a radar gun at you. You can also learn that the left lane is for passing only, and no matter how fast over the speed limit you're going, there's always someone in a larger car that is going to try to go faster than you. These are wonderful things to learn, but since it's Father's day, perhaps we should learn something about your father today.
When it's a few hundred miles between major cities, the selection of radio stations to listen to isn't all that great. Most of the time it's some back water country station or the farmer's report. This is why I listen to NPR. Even if you're bored to tears by the stories and the news is something you really don't like.. Which, I'm sort of surprised you're even reading this blog considering half of the content is just news pieces.
Anyway, this episode of This American Life was specific in that it stayed on the topic of Fathers. Mainly the many ways they have played a role in our life. Or for that matter, if they didn't play a role in our life. A major question was asked. Are we going to sit down and talk to our parents about all the things they did that made you feel bad? What are you going to do? Say something and then know that you made them feel bad?
More than likely the people that you're mad at are all gone. They've been replaced by this different person. Confronting your parents never works because by the time you do it, they're totally different people.
So if you will, take a listen to this episode of This American Life.
>>>>CLICK HERE FOR SOME AMAZING FATHER'S DAY PROGRAMING<<<<
And if you're having issues getting there, here's a link to the page for it Go Ask Your Father
The program makes a lot of valid points. I'm not sure there's anyone out there who feels like their upbringing was perfect or that doesn't have some sort of issue with their parents. Generally you see Daddy issues come to play. I know I have my own share of baggage. I know I have a lot of questions for dear ol' papa. I'm certain that a lot of those will never be answered. More to the point, I don't think I should ever really ask them anyway. He choose his path in life and he walked down it.
The episode really does strike a nerve on how much you really need to hear in terms of justification of your upbringing. Even if they weren't the best parent, you're still around. Perhaps the one job they had, in that to keep you alive, they did a decent enough job at that you're still alive. As much as the radio program stated, by the time you usually are aware of what went wrong, it's too late. Can't keep holding a grudge or wondering why. Just accept it and move on. It all becomes a moot point and perhaps you should enjoy the time you do have left with them.
So that's one thing I discovered and wanted to share with all of you while traveling on the road of this here American life.
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
4/20
4/20
Today is one of those days. You know, that a lot of shit happened on. It's only fitting that it is April since it's an already bloated month with nationally observed days, but it seems like you can't escape it when you're talking about 4/20
You have Hitler's Birthday which also fueled the Columbine shootings. But more than anything, you have a ton of pot heads going on about 4/20 because of the stupid pot smoking shit.
Way to embrace a day and show some energy for a bunch of people who lack that energy in every way possible chance to show effort. Just because it's 4/20 doesn't mean it's open season to pot, you pot heads! Now, don't get me wrong. I'm no TCC hater, I just hate holidays as you can see from my hate of Valentines day and any other that tells you to do something on that day you can normally do any other day.
How hard is it to smoke weed the rest of the year? Oh wait, you people already do that. Well, whatever. Perhaps you'll just keep on truckin' with your pot stuff.
Have you ever read this blog....... OOoooooon WEEEEEEED?
Oh yeah.. what was I going to say? Yeah. So there was this one time when my folks were out of town and I was house sitting and got asked by my pops to get some paper work for him from his den and I noticed a bong laying on the floor with the pretty pugnant bong water spilled over. I was a bit surprised that it was knocked over, but then again I was a bit more surprised that my dad had a bong. In retrospect, the man does love jazz and going to outdoor concerts, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise in any sense.
Where was I? I'm worse than a pot head in my story telling. Yeah, well a couple of weeks later when they're back he pulls me aside and very awkardly ask if I knocked over his vase. I look at him confused because I had no idea what vase he was talking about. "Vase?", I asked very confused. "Yeah, my vase.. for my plants..." he said as if trying to dance around the whole pot issue. Then it clicked like a light bulb went on in my head "OOOOOooh, you mean that bong. No, no I didn't knock over you bong."
Yeah, that's just one of the many awkward moments with dear ol' dad.
Oh Obama, this picture never gets old.
But not every movie has to be related to pot. Look at Kumar from the Harold and Kumar films. He was humping a bag of pot in the movies and now he works for the white house. Oh that place should be called the Choom house now. Awwww yeah.
Speaking of movies and pot, you remember that movie Sex, Lies and Video Tape. Holy fuck, what a giant waste of my childhood puberity life. What a complete let down. I imagine that this following movie is the same to you pot heads.
Too bad you'll be completely left not holding because it's not actually about pot. It's an old school Indian movie about a homeless dude totally ganking the system to get really rich a bunch of different ways, but then gives it all up at the end when him and his crew are about to rip off his old group of indigents that first took him in with a government housing scheme. If I remember right it was long as fuck and had alot of singing too.
Which I can't say I'm opposed to singing because I like way too many musicals for a straight man. I'm like the Seth McFarlane without the whole cartoon and animation shit. Musicals and dance numbers just put a smile on your face.
Ok, I've gone on long enough. 4/20 Yo... light it up.. and all that shit.
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Today is one of those days. You know, that a lot of shit happened on. It's only fitting that it is April since it's an already bloated month with nationally observed days, but it seems like you can't escape it when you're talking about 4/20
You have Hitler's Birthday which also fueled the Columbine shootings. But more than anything, you have a ton of pot heads going on about 4/20 because of the stupid pot smoking shit.
Way to embrace a day and show some energy for a bunch of people who lack that energy in every way possible chance to show effort. Just because it's 4/20 doesn't mean it's open season to pot, you pot heads! Now, don't get me wrong. I'm no TCC hater, I just hate holidays as you can see from my hate of Valentines day and any other that tells you to do something on that day you can normally do any other day.
How hard is it to smoke weed the rest of the year? Oh wait, you people already do that. Well, whatever. Perhaps you'll just keep on truckin' with your pot stuff.
Have you ever read this blog....... OOoooooon WEEEEEEED?
Oh yeah.. what was I going to say? Yeah. So there was this one time when my folks were out of town and I was house sitting and got asked by my pops to get some paper work for him from his den and I noticed a bong laying on the floor with the pretty pugnant bong water spilled over. I was a bit surprised that it was knocked over, but then again I was a bit more surprised that my dad had a bong. In retrospect, the man does love jazz and going to outdoor concerts, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise in any sense.
Where was I? I'm worse than a pot head in my story telling. Yeah, well a couple of weeks later when they're back he pulls me aside and very awkardly ask if I knocked over his vase. I look at him confused because I had no idea what vase he was talking about. "Vase?", I asked very confused. "Yeah, my vase.. for my plants..." he said as if trying to dance around the whole pot issue. Then it clicked like a light bulb went on in my head "OOOOOooh, you mean that bong. No, no I didn't knock over you bong."
Yeah, that's just one of the many awkward moments with dear ol' dad.
Oh Obama, this picture never gets old.
But not every movie has to be related to pot. Look at Kumar from the Harold and Kumar films. He was humping a bag of pot in the movies and now he works for the white house. Oh that place should be called the Choom house now. Awwww yeah.
Speaking of movies and pot, you remember that movie Sex, Lies and Video Tape. Holy fuck, what a giant waste of my childhood puberity life. What a complete let down. I imagine that this following movie is the same to you pot heads.
Too bad you'll be completely left not holding because it's not actually about pot. It's an old school Indian movie about a homeless dude totally ganking the system to get really rich a bunch of different ways, but then gives it all up at the end when him and his crew are about to rip off his old group of indigents that first took him in with a government housing scheme. If I remember right it was long as fuck and had alot of singing too.
Which I can't say I'm opposed to singing because I like way too many musicals for a straight man. I'm like the Seth McFarlane without the whole cartoon and animation shit. Musicals and dance numbers just put a smile on your face.
Ok, I've gone on long enough. 4/20 Yo... light it up.. and all that shit.
l
a
t
e
r
s
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