Despite my busy schedule of doing nothing, I found it possible to make a list of my 100 favorite songs of 2009. Some were added this year, but many of the old standards remain. Since it really doesn't need much of an introduction, I suppose you can just look at it.
1. Crimson and Clover- Tommy James and the Shondells
2. Tonight, Tonight- The Smashing Pumpkins
3. Paint It Black-The Rolling Stones
4. Like a Rolling Stone-Bob Dylan
5. Mexico-James Taylor
6. Elenore-The Turtles
7. Telephone Line-Electric Light Orchestra
8. Good Vibrations-The Beach Boys
9. Walk Away Renee-The Left Banke
10. We Can Work It Out-The Beatles
11. Just About the Same-The Millennium
12. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down-The Band
13. Your Song-Elton John
14. I’m in a Hurry and Don’t Know Why-Alabama
15. Reflections of My Life-The Marmalade
16. The Spirit of Radio-Rush
17. Kashmir-Led Zeppelin
18. No Sugar Tonight-The Guess Who
19. A Whiter Shade of Pale-Procul Harum
20. Thick as a Brick (Part 1)-Jethro Tull
21. Helplessly Hoping-Crosby, Stills, & Nash
22. No Matter What-Badfinger
23. Red Rubber Ball-The Cyrkle
24. I’ve Just Seen a Face-The Beatles
25. Bus Stop-The Hollies
26. To Be With You-Mr. Big
27. Sara-Bob Dylan
28. The Letter-The Box Tops
29. I am the Walrus-The Beatles
30. Bold as Love-Jimi Hendrix
31. Darlin’-The Beach Boys
32. Tightrope-Electric Light Orchestra
33. When You Awake-The Band
34. Here Comes my Baby-The Tremeloes
35. Fox on the Run-Manfred Mann
36. A Day in the Life-The Beatles
37. Bell Bottom Blues-Derek & the Dominoes
38. Annie’s Song-John Denver
39. Hammer to Fall-Queen
40. Up on Cripple Creek-The Band
41. Mr. Blue Sky-Electric Light Orchestra
42. My Back Pages-Bob Dylan/The Byrds
43. Mona Lisas & Mad Hatters-Elton John
44. The Times They Are a Changin’-Bob Dylan
45. Spirit in the Sky-Norman Greenbaum
46. Catch the Wind-Donovan
47. The First Cut is the Deepest-Cat Stephens
48. Fortunate Son-Creedence Clearwater Revival
49. Time of the Season-The Zombies
50. I’ll Feel a Whole Lot Better-The Byrds
51. Jump into the Fire-Harry Nilsson
52. Wasted on the Way-Crosby, Stills, & Nash
53. Living Loving Maid (She’s Just a Woman)-Led Zeppelin
54. Pastime Paradise-Stevie Wonder
55. Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)-The Rolling Stones
56. Wild Night-Van Morrison
57. In My Life-The Beatles
58. Dancing Days-Led Zeppelin
59. Children of the Revolution-T-Rex
60. California Dreamin’-The Mamas and the Papas
61. Let’s Hang On-Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons
62. Too Many People-Paul McCartney
63. Are You Experienced-Jimi Hendrix
64. Have You Seen Her Face-The Byrds
65. American Pie-Don McLean
66. Holiday in Spain-Counting Crows
67. Southern Cross-Crosby, Stills, & Nash
68. Losing My Religion-R.E.M.
69. Otherside-Red Hot Chili Peppers
70. The Trader-The Beach Boys
71. Jesus, etc.-Wilco
72. Just What I Needed-The Cars
73. Empty Garden (Hey Hey Johnny)-Elton John
74. Badge-Cream
75. Go Now-The Moody Blues
76. Don’t Stop Me Now-Queen
77. Babe I’m Gonna Leave You-Led Zeppelin
78. Tend My Garden-James Gang
79. Karma Police-Radiohead
80. Ready Teddy-Little Richard
81. I Want You-Bob Dylan
82. No Milk Today-Herman’s Hermits
83. Care of Cell 44-The Zombies
84. I’d Wait a Million Years-The Grass Roots
85. Hotel California-The Eagles
86. The Tears of a Clown-Smokey Robinson & the Miracles
87. Black or White-Michael Jackson
88. Standing Outside the Fire-Garth Brooks
89. Dancing on the Ceiling-Lionel Ritchie
90. Smells Like Teen Spirit-Nirvana
91. Salt of the Earth-The Rolling Stones
92. Gotta Get Up-Harry Nilsson
93. Muscle Museum- Muse
94. Volunteers-Jefferson Airplane
95. Watching the Wheels-John Lennon
96. Go Your Own Way-Fleetwood Mac
97. Cold As Ice-Foreigner
98. Hunger Strike-Temple of the Dog
99. Keep a Knockin’-Little Richard
100. Time is Running Out-Muse
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
The Top 10 Most Misleading Band Names
When I considered restarting my blog, I had a number of ideas which were intriguing, but a little over my head as far as my rusty writing skills go. So, I figured that baby steps would be the most appropriate way to begin. Therefore, I’ve decided to write a list of the “Top 10” most misleading band names. When I say misleading, I mean that upon hearing their name, and not knowing anything else about them, one is likely to think they belong to a particular genre of music. The bands I’ve chosen are usually far from what they are believed to be on first impression. Now, I’m sure I’ve left some bands off the list, and I’d be happy to hear anyone’s ideas. Of course, I set a few ground rules for myself. For one, I haven’t listed any band names that appear to be “ironic” and I haven’t included any bands whose names run contrary to my personal opinion of their music, (For example, why are they called The Police? After all, they’re the ones who should be arrested for recycling that one basic song idea...etc.). So, without further ado, here is my list.
10. The Zombies
Long before anyone considered the idea of the undead as synonymous with a particular genre, there appeared a pop focused psychedelic group with a slew of popular singles in the late 1960’s. With the winds of change creeping up on them, the band entered the studio and recorded “Odessey and Oracle” which rivals only Love’s “Forever Changes” as the premier example of Baroque pop. While the album originally suffered a fate similar to the band (which broke up shortly after its release), it gained a second life through incredibly positive peer reviews, and the eventual success of the single, “Time of the Season.” Despite this, the album’s impact has been mainly regulated to other musicians and the poor unfortunate metal fan who judging the group solely by their name, believes that they have found the natural successor to the legacy of bands like Slayer and Death.
9. Supertramp
When you hear this band for the first time it’s hard to not think of a frightening woman wearing a boa, shimmying around with her clothes slightly askew and voice cracking due to a cigarette habit originating from her pre-teen years. Or at least that’s what I first thought. The truth is quite the opposite. The band, whose current notoriety deceptively conceals their impact and prevalence in their prime, was at one time at the top of the 70’s progressive rock fold. In fact, Supertramp seems to have fallen into the category of bands like Herman’s Hermits, in which everyone knows their songs, but can never actually name the band. In any event, there seem to be some people who are aware of Supertramp’s true identity. The recent ahh-hem, “sample” of “Breakfast in America” by hip hop group Gym Class Heroes proves that some people, even for evil purposes, have discovered the truth.
8. Mannheim Steamroller
This is one of those bands in which I would prefer to listen to the literal intrepretation of their name, (in this case a steamroller), rather than their “artistic” output. With a ridiculous name that reminds you of the hard/progressive rock bands of the 1970’s, the promising label is completely evaporated in the electric synth Christmas music that is the band’s specialty. Unavoidable during the holiday season, “The Steamroller” (as I assume they prefer to be called by their “fans”) literally does that to the nerves and patience of any December shopper. Despite this, you have to give them credit. By hiding their true identity, countless albums have been picked up by 13 year old burgeoning music fans who along with their new Mountain and Grand Funk Railroad albums, journey home with the hope of true mindless bliss. Naturally, “The Steamroller” is all too happy to oblige.
7. The Flying Burrito Brothers
The problem with T.F.B.B. is not the music, which originally budded within The Byrds (and the album “Sweetheart of the Rodeo”), before detaching itself and floating into country rock heaven through their debut album, “The Gilded Palace of Sin.” The problem is the band’s name. When most people think of a burrito, they think of the stereotypical Mexican dish, which brings to mind hopes of other stereotypes, notably Mariachi bands. Despite this, T.F.B.B. specialized in a type of country rock, which influenced the kind of musicians with a fan base who feel more at home building a border wall than actually eating a burrito. Unfortunately this knowledge would come all too late for the poor lad who was entrusted with the simple errand of picking up “Mexican” music for his brother’s “fiesta” party. His shame after popping in “Burrito Deluxe” can only be accurately calculated by the years he will be ostracized from any degree of responsibility on the part of anyone who considers throwing a theme party.
6. Big Star
It’s unfortunate that the state of Texas has permanently ruined any combination of the world “Big” and “Star” for me. It’s even more unfortunate that Alex Chilton didn’t realize that by naming his new band Big Star (he had been the lead singer for The Box Tops, with such songs as “The Letter”), he would unintentionally fool a lot of would be fans into thinking he was part of a Texas based pop-country band. Perhaps most recognizable today as the group who originally wrote the theme to “That 70’s Show,” Big Star is a band who may sound anachronistic to anyone who grew up in the 90’s listening to Matthew Sweet. It was Big Star’s unique blend of the melodies and harmonies of pop music with the electric guitars so typical to rock that influenced musicians like Sweet and made “power pop” possible. Unfortunately, the specter of terrible country music from the likes of Lonestar and Big and Rich hang over the band like a cowboy’s lasso. Although it might be the “Tequila Talkin,” it seems that until Texas takes its rightful place in the purgatory of bad taste, Big Star will continue to ride that mechanical bull straight to the bargain bin of any Alabama Wal-Mart.
5. Savage Garden
In the spring of 1996, the grunge/alternative rock band Soundgarden released their last album, “Down on the Upside.” Featuring such hits as “Blow Up the Outside World” and “Burden in My Hand”, it seemed a nice end to a solid band. Less than a year later, another “band” with the word garden in their name appeared. Featuring the word “savage” rather than “sound”, it could be argued that the latter band would be much harder. Nothing could be further from the truth. Hailing from Australia, this two man pop group released such forgettable gems like, “I Want You” and “Truly Madly Deeply”, both of which I had to look up for this article. Apparently they later released music even more forgettable than the songs listed above, but fortunately their lack of talent and the penetrating glare of those who bought tickets expecting to see a grunge band forced them to give up the ghost and they broke up in 2001. Unlike Soundgarden (who will reunite for the first time since 1997 this year), nobody cares if guy #1 and guy #2 ever reunite, and it’s possible that the dingoes have long ago carried their talentless bodies deep into the Australian bush where they belong.
4. Spinal Tap
Close your eyes and think of a Hard Rock or Metal band. Think of them playing together, the lead guitarist holding his Gibson Flying V, while the drummer pounds away on his double bass drum. The music is heavy and deep, the kind of music Satan really gets into. Now think of a name. Was it Spinal Tap? Probably. The perfect name makes this the go to “favorite” band of the musically uninitiated. It’s so easy to pick this name out of their air to provide some credibility when talking about a genre you don’t know enough about. Unfortunately the realization that this band is purely artificial (despite releasing a few albums) and was designed for a comedy film makes you look like the ultimate douche whose only comfort is the mound of Monkees albums in the corner of your room. Of course, this situation was damning 15 years ago when many bands were still real and organic. Fortunately now that all groups seem bred from the mind of some record company executive, Spinal Tap’s 2009 album “Back from the Dead” may be one of the most genuine albums in recent memory. It seems that irony may have a purpose after all.
3. MC5
The combination of a number and the letters “MC” make this an obvious hip hop group. The truth is somewhat different. MC5 were in reality a proto-punk band with a radical political philosophy and fantastic live shows. This potential alone would guarantee their elevation to influential status, despite their short run. After their breakup they were seen as the quintessential precursor of what would be punk, but despite this they were unhappy. You see, they had always wanted to be the source of hip hop, and had even used their connection to the “White Panthers” as a possible in. Despite this, they just couldn’t make that leap, and rumors abounded that their break up was due to this failure. In the face of insurmountable odds, they went back to the Motor City (the source of MC) and met with another person who was struggling with his band’s name. Melvin Glover was touring with his band Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five and was looking for a catch all to describe himself. Noting that both groups liked the number 5, Melle Mel talked to the guys and noticed their disappointment in not being the source of Hip-Hop. Taking it on his self to finally give white people some credit for music, he took the “MC” moniker and changed its meaning to Master of Ceremonies. The rest is history.
2. Blondie
Blondie is a group that’s doubly deceptive. The name hints at a possible pop singer named “Blondie.” She is probably attractive, and her music is not very good. Well if you thought that, don’t feel bad. You are still right about at least one of them. Unfortunately, Blondie was a new wave band from the late 70’s fronted by a woman named Debbie Harry who many still insist on calling Blondie. This coupled with their punk rock history and obvious lack of pop credentials makes this a band you could imagine would send most pre-teen pop fans running for the nearest Britney Spears album. Of course you couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s hard to say why. It could be due to the pop sounding name, or possibly because of the younger generation’s often quoted love affair with the comic strip Blondie and the lovable sandwich eating husband Dagwood. It’s a difficult question. One thing that is certain is that Blondie remains the “punk” band for girls who want to show how bad they are. Girls who aren’t afraid to wear eyeliner, or even come home past 10. Then again, aren’t these the kind of morally deficient values that recent pop music promotes? Perhaps I’m wrong, and Blondie is exactly what it claims to be? Either way, the name deceives those both who want punk and those who want pop. It’s this reason that Blondie gets #2.
1. Grateful Dead
This band is the reason I’ve written this entire blog. No band in history has selected a name so unfitting toward the type of music they’ve chosen to play. As I’ve written about The Zombies, the idea of death should be relegated to band’s whose utter lack of talent is overshadowed by the imagery and themes they choose to promote. Any garage metal band would die to use this name. Unfortunately, the Grateful Dead got there first. Using their new title, they proceeded to insult those who desired the name by making music that utilized everything but the very genres you’d expect. First they chose to use skulls, but not frightening evil looking skulls, but skulls with flowers or sometimes lightning but not in an appropriately dark way. Then, by utilizing their mix of jazz, folk, blues, country and rock, “dead heads” (fans of the band, Slap!) simply called the group “The Dead” (yet another slap, now they have two great names!). They also released multi-colored “deadie bears,” which admittedly insults more than just metal fans. Of course the biggest offense was their hippie roots, a known anathema to all who follow the metal lifestyle. All of these listed things, and the fact that hundreds of budding metal fans have undoubtedly fallen victim to the siren call of this inappropriately named band, makes the Grateful Dead, in my opinion, the #1 most misleading band name of all time.
-Todd
10. The Zombies

9. Supertramp

8. Mannheim Steamroller

7. The Flying Burrito Brothers

6. Big Star

5. Savage Garden

4. Spinal Tap

3. MC5

2. Blondie

1. Grateful Dead

-Todd
Saturday, December 26, 2009
2010
Monday, May 05, 2008
A Shoulder to Zion

As a man hailing from the later half of the 19th century, it’s sometimes difficult to understand certain aspects of your society. Naturally this is true of technology, but it is also applies to the world’s political situations. My ignorance was tested when I was watching the television device and happened upon a channel displaying the world's news stories. Intrigued by the idea of all the news on earth being beamed into my home, I decided to watch the modern news in order to enlighten my world view. As the programming continued, it transitioned to Middle Eastern affairs. I hadn't heard much about the Ottoman Empire lately, so I was curious to see what the nation had been up to during the last 150 years. I was shocked to discover that the Ottoman Empire didn't exist (which wasn't too surprising, that heathen nation had been slowly dying during my time) and instead had been replaced with a number of small nations that the British Empire had allowed to rule themselves. While this is more or less palatable after a day or two of serious consideration, there was one country's existence which sent shivers down my spine. Of course I'm referring to the nation of Israel.
In Revelation, it says that when Israel exists, Jesus will return. Naturally as a Christian, I've never actually read the Bible, but I have one and I'm pretty sure it’s in there. My initial shock at the possibility of a modern Crusader state in Palestine turned to horror when I realized that the country was actually being run not by Christians, but by Jews themselves! Now, don't get me wrong, I am enlightened enough to be past the stage of anything more than simple verbal abuse as long as any wandering Jew makes sure to clear the path when I'm coming.

The Moslems have always been something of a pain. Their language is indistinguishable, they worship the moon, and they have been known to take commissions from the Devil himself. As I mentioned before, I was shocked to discover that the Ottoman Empire no longer existed, and this was for no other reason than the fact that the civilized nations had invested so much money into it. Of course its religion and the fact that they weren't truly European made this inevitable.

So, what do you do with two groups of people whom are both equally hated? Put them together of course! And, where do you put them? In one place with so much religious symbolism and superstition that they fight to the death to preserve small and relatively meaningless plots of land. This is what the great British Empire in all its infinitive wisdom pulled off in the year 1948.

Finally, I'd like to say that I'm proud of my country, the United States, for investing so much money and time in arming the nation of Israel in order to allow for more widespread and specific death and destruction. Of course, I wouldn't want to leave out the former Soviet Union as well as other nations for their equally important task of arming the Palestinians. In conclusion, I'd like to say that the last sixty years of Israeli history has shown me the light, and I can now look at my Christian faith from a different perspective. You see, as a Christian it is my duty to reveal the good news to everyone. Unfortunately those who follow Judaism and Islam have actively refused to hear the truth. As a result, I have revised my understanding of the book of Revelation, and now I understand why Jesus hasn't returned yet. He was waiting for a Christian Israel, not a Jewish one! Unfortunately, at the moment his homeland is infested with vermin, so naturally he doesn't want to move back yet.

Monday, April 21, 2008
Tales From Home Pt. 7: "I Like Her Hair, Man!"

Northwest Pennsylvania is an anomaly not only within the state of Pennsylvania, but in the whole United States. Despite its regional placement firmly in the northeast part of the country, it prides itself on having the customs (and the test scores) of the southeast. Needless to say, the similarities can be positively traced to back to the fact that both areas have descended into economic depression. In fact, my hometown displays all of the standard hallmarks of uneducated escapism, including the love affair with real (or imagined) Native American heritage, country western music/being a cowboy, NASCAR, hunting (a sport of such importance the region gives children days off school for the beginning of the season), and fundamentalist views on religion. In fact, an interesting study for any sociologist might be the relationship between "mudding" (driving your car really fast in dirt for the expressed reason of kicking up dirt and getting your vehicle dirty, don't ask me why its perceived as fun) and living below the poverty line. It was in this seemingly inhospitable climate that my friends and I enjoyed a generally positive adolescence due to nothing more than each other's company. Of course this was not easy and occasionally we needed a little luck in order to sustain our wills. One of these gifts was an individual named Dustin Dashner.
Dustin Dashner had always been someone that commanded attention, albeit for the wrong reasons. As a result, even before we actually knew him we had been aware of him. About five to seven years older than any of my friends, he was known as the guy who curiously chose to wear a cowboy hat in all of his school photos. He insisted on the tightest black wrangler jeans imaginable and oversized belt buckles (this and the previously mentioned cowboy hat reveal another example of the all pervasive and unexplainable desire of many people in my hometown to present a cowboy image while living in the forests and rolling hills of the Northeastern United States). This "cowboy" was also not the brightest guy alive.

When I was seventeen, I decided to get a job at a quaint little sandwich shop called Subway. I had already cut my teeth in the fast food industry (I had worked at Burger King for eight months), and decided to see what lie ahead in greener (as well as fresher and supposedly healthier) pastures. As with many Subway's, the ones in my area were franchises, so it was with great pleasure that I met my new boss, Doug Dashner. As soon as I heard his name, I perked up instantly recognizing the name of a former cowpoke I had known in the past. Of course I had to show incredible restraint when asked if I had known his son. Naturally, I replied that I was too young, (which I was), and we left it at that. The first few months of the job seemed normal, and eventually I found myself working most evenings alone surrounded by friends who had come just to enjoy my company (and not for the very good chance of receiving a free sub or cookie).
As my time at Subway continued, I found myself growing weary of the constant monotony of the job. Despite this, I kept on going under the assumption that it would last a few months, and then I would be free to continue on with my life. It was one day, in which I was feeling particularly miserable that I stepped through the door and felt my whole life change for the better. Behind the counter,

Working with Dustin Dashner was one of the most interesting experiences in my life. His voice remained unchanged since high school, but since then he had added a penchant for ending all of his sentences with the word "man", which was usually an octave higher than the words preceding it. This resulted in an almost glass shattering pitch that had me dreaming of ways to reduce the amount of sentences he spoke during any one shift. In addition to this, he was usually in a bad mood due to a number of things ranging from arguments with his wife to the misguided idea that he could have had a lot of sex if he hadn't gotten married. I generally bore the brunt of these bad moods, but I did it with cheer because he was such a ridiculous character. It was due to my patience with him, that he began to see me as someone he could talk to about whatever was on his mind. Naturally, this was coupled with a desire to look cool in front of my friends who still frequently came to wait for me to finish my shift. Dustin's ease with me gave him the freedom to tell me about every single woman he found attractive (which usually was anyone showing cleavage), including the one's who were obviously (way) underage. These vain attempts at being cool would reach their pinnacle in a night that has gone down in history as one of my favorite memories from home.
It's funny how people will jump at a second chance to attain any degree of popularity which they may have squandered in their youth. In this respect, Dustin was not unusual.

Since that night, this story has been told countless times. It never seems to impress whoever hears it, and for that purpose I figured it was time to share it with the world. As for Dustin, it’s hard to say exactly what he is doing. One thing is for certain though; he is probably no longer a fan of Pink. Last I saw, she had changed her hair, which naturally negates (in Dustin's mind) any artistic merit her music may have contained. I only hope that he has found someone who can whet his appetite for crazy hair. Of course, even if he hasn't, I'm sure that somewhere, somebody is enjoying the pleasure of knowing and conversing with Dustin Dashner.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Why are Corporations Evil? I'll Tell You!

As an educated woman with a college degree, I have been forced into the unenviable position of sharing my wisdom with the rest of the world. Therefore... Oh! Excuse me! I was so eager to write my first article that I completely forgot to introduce myself! ;-) My name is Julie Brown. I'm 27 years old, and I'm currently teaching social studies at a middle school in Northwestern Oregon. I grew up in a normal home with a normal family who encouraged me to enter college as soon as I finished High School. I have to admit, when I arrived at college, I was surprised! There were so many new people and ideas, that I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Anyway, after six years at university (hey, college is about having fun too, right!?!), I received a bachelor's degree, and then set my sites on grad work in anthropology. Graduate school was a lot of work, and I hated it. After all, when can a girl get a drink if you have professors breathing down your neck (and your shirt) all the time? When my two years was up, I graduated at the top of my class of three and was well on my way towards my dream of teaching. With my education behind me, I find myself reminiscing about many of my past decisions. For example, I recently read an article reminding me of some of the injustices done on behalf of The Mcdonald's Corporation. I had encountered these ideas while at university, but I have to say, I was quite offended upon reading it again. I knew at once that this would be the first article I should write for Todd's blog.

When I entered university, I was introduced to many new ideas about the world. The one thing in particular that interested me was politics. I had never paid much attention to the affairs of government, but I knew my parents voted Democrat, so it was a no-brainer that I did the same. It was not long, before I found myself torn apart by the contradictions taking place in the United States, especially in business and the economy. Fortunately, the altruistic and noble intentions of my university woke me up to the evils of big business that lay just beyond graduation. My beliefs during my college days took a drastic turn, and I hate to admit that I was something of a Communist that first year. I even bought a Che Guevara T-shirt! Fortunately, after reading a couple more things online about the matter, I realized the error of my ways and accepted my place as a tried and true (albeit very very liberal!!!) Democrat. All of this brings me back to what I started talking about earlier. The evil that is Mcdonald's. You see, my brief flirtation with Communism wasn't all in vain. I learned about how big corporations exploit the working class for their own gain, and Mcdonald's is no exception. In fact I was typing on my Apple I-book (I refuse to use Microsoft, because its is another big corporation which only cares about the bottom line) when I realized that simply by Googleing "McDonald's" and "exploitation", one was able to see a lot of alarming statistics. Unfortunately, there was to much information to read it all, but a casual skimming of all of the material was more than enough. It was at that moment, that I knew that I must boycott McDonald's.

My abstinence from all things McDonald's has also opened my eyes to other places that require my attention. While I've already mentioned my important stance against Microsoft (I hate Bill Gates! Don't ask me why.), I feel I must also take a stand against another company that doesn't receive (in my opinion) its fair share of liberal criticism. Of course I'm talking about Wal-Mart. Did you know that Wal-Mart pays their workers in the United States very little money? So little in fact that they almost always spend their money only at Wal-Mart!! Did you also know that Wal-Mart produces most of their products in poor countries like China? A friend told me that the workers only earn a few cents a day, and that they only get bathroom breaks if they are pregnant :-O!! This is something that must be changed, and I'm committed to starting an Internet campaign to discuss this matter. In fact, recently I single-handily took it to the next level. Just last week I started shopping at other department stores like Target, and you know what? Target actually has a better selection of products which not only helps my conscious, but also doesn't put such a heavy toll on the pocket book ( I'm only a teacher, but I still think I deserve those little luxuries in life, even if its on credit!). I truly believe in my heart that my one act will start a chain reaction that will make people realize that Wal-mart is doing bad things.
Anyway, I'd like to end this blog by urging you to stop shopping at big companies, and choose other companies that will make you feel better about your shopping. My boycotts against McDonald's, Microsoft, and Wal-mart have already begun to bear fruit. Just recently I read that Bill Gates is no longer the richest man in the world. I can only assume that the campaign of me, and people like me has had it's desired effect.

Thursday, February 28, 2008
Suicide Notes

A few days ago, I had a particularly depressing day. I don't have a good excuse to explain why I felt the way that I did, but I know that by the end of the day I had descended into a type of melancholy that had me thinking about my life, my prospects, and to put it bluntly, suicide. Now before all of you jump to save me from the edge of this precipice, I assure you I had no intention of actually committing the act. While it's true that I stood in awe of its ability to due away with my petty problems, I shied away from actually committing the mortal sin because of the ambitions which would undoubtedly have been left unaccomplished following a successful suicide attempt. Despite the decision against actually committing suicide, I still continued to consider the nature of the act itself. Now I know that many of us at one time or another have considered life after our own deaths. How will our family act? Will there be a lot of people at my funeral? Will anyone even care? While these may be important personal questions, they have little relevance towards my general aim at the moment. Of course all of this leads us to a very important philosophical question. What leads people to actually make the choice to commit suicide? The following are the conclusions I made concerning this subject during a particularly boring commute from work on the Moscow metro.
In order to understand why one would desire to end their lives, its important to find out why anyone would want to live it. It is with this in mind that we must delve into the most famous (and cliche) question in human history, the meaning of life. Everyone on earth has different interpretations concerning the answer to this question, but its clear that every person uses their own specific beliefs as a blueprint for their day to day lives.

Suicide is not a unique phenomena. Throughout human history, people have found themselves falling to its whim, while at the same time being unable to comprehend while they are victims in the first place. As mentioned earlier, depression is the state that immediately precedes suicide. This state caused by the absence of "meaning" is a non-stop exercise of mental toughness, as the brain desperately tries to search for something worth living for.

Finally, its easy to see why a majority of the established paths to happiness look down on suicide. The world's religions as well as the common notion of suicide being "selfish" make it the ultimate unforgivable act. Despite these negative repercussions, suicide continues to occur. Of course, all of this may have many readers wondering about where I stand which in turn begs the question concerning why I haven't committed suicide. Especially if I'm so confidant in the meaninglessness of life. The question is a good one, and a difficult thing to answer. In my opinion the continued existence of suicide proves that if life does have meaning, it hasn't been discovered or created yet. In fact the continued (and increasing) materialism that exemplifies a capitalist world has only intensified these feelings of personal irrelevance. The further entrenchment of a materialist conception of value only threatens to make the situation worse. In conclusion, I can only say that since we live in a world devoid of inherent meaning, it is our duty to find a purpose.

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