Perry Making Adventure Pt. 1

So my crazy friend and I decided one day to put our pear trees to good use and make some pear cider. considering how the pears go to waste every year this sounded like an amazing idea that would not only be fun but there'd be a nice reward at the end. Unfortunately for her, someone stoled all her pears from her yard. Guess that's what you get for living in the ghetto. Anyway I just harvested my first round of pears and they look marvelous! I think I am going to throw in some peaches as well to make it a sweet twist. This will serve as a documentation of my process. First I picked only the pears that snapped from their branch when tilted horizontally. Now they are sitting on the kitchen table resting waiting to be put in the refrigerator for approximately two days. At that time I'll start the ripening process. Also at that time I'll update this. So for now. Adieu

By Summer's End

There are few things in life that can take a horrible day and turn it into a magnificent day. Or, be the icing on the cake to a perfect day. Each person I think has that "one thing." Sometimes it can be the same as your best friends. For some it may be unique only to them. I want to think that I am a bit unique. A couple of weeks ago, I remembered that since summer has begun Ducky's is open! So I hastened to the little shack off Union Street, and had my very first snow cone of the year! Yum! I had strawbana. I was in pure nirvana. But before putting in my order, I looked at the extensive list of other flavor options. It occurred to me I may have only tried five in my entire 27 years of living. It was then I decided for my second challenge of the Summer. I will attempt to try every flavor/flavor combination on that billboard in one summer :). I think I can do this as long as I get a small and go maybe twice a week. I'll make a list for myself perhaps on this blog and cross out any that I have tried. Well looks like I better get going on this! I'll make notes and blog about each one. I'll save my strawbana summary for later. Okay so it looks like this is going to turn into a snow cone blog. Hope you like it!

Silence

Okay, so I don't mean to be a super bitch but just hear me out. I know that I am a quiet person and I mostly just sit back and observe everything going around me. Why do you have to bust my balls and always ask why I am so quiet? First off, the reason why I don't talk so much, is because no one else ever shuts up long enough to hear what I am saying. Seriously, If all your doing is thinking about what you're going to say next instead of listening to the words I'm saying I'd rather not have a conversation with you. On the same note, don't talk over me. I'm not going to waste my time expressing my opinion if you're going to interrupt me. I'm about being courteous, and will give you my full undivided attention. With that said, I expect the same courtesy in return. You'd be surprised how often I don't get the respect I deserve. Then again, maybe you wouldn't be so surprised since the majority of the american society is so deplorable.

My next reason for not talking so much can be summed up by Mark Twain's quote, "It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt." I consider myself to be a pretty smart person. If I have something to say you can almost gaurantee that it is going to be insightful. I'm not really being quiet, I'm being contemplative. I'm not just going to start a conversation unless I have something of substance to talk about. So don't sit there and command me to talk. I'd rather be in an intelligent conversation than a part of mindless chatter. I can be quite judgmental. I'll admit it. I say this because those who talk to no end, will be categorized in my mind as slightly dumb. Even geniuses don't talk constantly.

To some it may be uncomfortable, but I rather enjoy silence. Too much noise is aggrivating to me. For this reason I can't be around a bunch of drunk people. I don't need to be berated with noise 24/7. I think I began to appreciate silence more when I started taking trips. My first cruise experience was just incredible. I remember standing on the deck watching the sun set into the ocean. So peaceful and breath taking. There was some noise at the time, but it was all sounds of nature. Instances like that would be ruined with people talking about themselves, and their sordid meaningless lives. It is also my belief that in order to really listen you have to quiet your lips more than you think you should. That is why I am quiet. I like to really listen. I have an abnormally long attention span. I think I can attribute that to not having a smart phone. I'd like to wrap things up now since I'm running out of things to talk about. My message to the world is this: Leave the quiet people in your life alone. They'll talk when they want. Just remember to listen. Perhaps they will talk more often if they see you can give them the attention the deserve.

This next Generation has no hope

Just a short one today.

After seeing a post on facebook from a friend about her adorable son, it occurred to me that this upcoming generation whose parents started the facebook/social network trend are going to have their entire lives documented in great detail. I fear this may scar these youngsters way more than what our elders ever did. My peers are a greatly disturbed bunch. I wonder how things will be exponentially worse for our children. How much therapy will they have to endure?

You will never be a nobody.

Sitting at breakfast with my family, I almost broke out in tears as I read the newspaper. The article in question was about a teacher and his vow to ensure all his students feel like they are important. The article goes on to tell a story about a teacher's experience in the sudden death of a student. I saw a lot of myself in his depiction of the student. A loner. Quiet. Shy. Reserved. Moderately intelligent. Most that know me today know I am not quite this person anymore. I eventually came out of my shell. The problem is, is that not everyone finds a different side of themselves like I did. It gets to a breaking point I think.  You either continue to live in this controlled environment and eventually lose the will to continue on. Or, you change and revamp your image. I admit what I did cause a lot of negative attention. That didn't matter to me because at least then I was noticed. I was somebody. Even if that somebody wasn't liked at least people knew my name. After the student in the story collapsed and died one day. No one really knew his name or much about him. His teachers barely heard more than two words escape his mouth in the 3 years he had been attending high school. Out of politeness the student council formed a group to attend his funeral services. I commend this teacher for going beyond what's expected of him. I feel sometimes like after all these years i've been chipping away little by little. Like the student in the article you can only handle so much of being invisible. Then one day you really disappear. There is something deeper here though. Unlike with other diseases, mental disease sufferers look like any ordinary person. You can tell by looking at someone if they're aching inside. With some perhaps, but not with all. Like the student in the story, no one knew he was so disturbed. This makes it more difficult for the hurting to receive help.

I guess my whole point is that nobody should feel like they're a nobody. More importantly we as humans should not make anyone else feel less significant. The problem is, is that our society does rank people and categorizes others as more important, thus deserving higher salaries, bigger offices, bigger houses. I know I'm sounding very communist right now. But it is a part of what our country is suppose to be about. The rights to equality. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Well maybe that was just a dream.

To be continued.

I've had some topics I have been thinking about lately. And I should blog about them.  I would do it now, but I have to get ready for Retama. So, you'll just have to wait. Like I'm talking to anybody in particular. I doubt anybody every reads this. However, since I've gotten a few more followers on twitter perhaps more people will read this. Get a little insight on what goes on in this head of mine. Well. I'm going to get a dressed up now for the track :) Happy Friday everyone!

Pissed

For many reasons, but this is my main one that I've been bothered with for a few days now. I'm so tired of seeing reviews on how horrible Lady Gaga's new Album is. Call me a loyalist but I find her new album fun and enjoyable. The worst part though is that the whole album is about promoting self appreciation and a rejoicing of life. And what do these evil people with hate in their heart do? They criticize and belittle and cut down the integrity of the music. One person even said "this is not music." I bet that person can't even read a page of music. Or sing on key. There, even I have resorted to the same childish antics of the disapproving masses. Let them have their opinions then. But, why not just leave it out of the social media.