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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Regrets...
I've had a few.
But then again,
Too few to mention!
--"My Way",
written by Paul Anka
When I hear that song, I think of Frank Sinatra, and sometimes Elvis or Sid Vicious -- all of whom have been known to perform, in their own unique manner, that wonderful song. Wonderful because -- though I don't always enjoy hearing it, I've heard it so much -- the song is a wonderful personal anthem. That's something we all need: a personal anthem. A song that praises our individuality; a mark of devotion to oneself. After all, they say you're going to have a helluva time loving anyone else unless you've first learned to love yourself, right?

This is not to replace your love for your God, or your spouse, or your family. I'm simply saying that we all need to give ourselves a bit more self-love at this time of year. (No, not that type of self-love !) Too many of us beat up on ourselves throughout the year, and then nearly destroy ourselves at year's end. No wonder there are so many suicides during the Holidays; the messages bombarding us are to Buy Buy Buy and to Give Give Give -- but what if you have nothing to give but love? If you have a dearth of that good stuff, then you'll have a bitch of a time spreading it around to your neighbors.

So be good to yourself, whether you're Christian, Pagan, Wiccan, Athiest, Hindu, Islamic, Mormon, Podcastin, or otherwise. Don't take the pills, they won't do you or anyone else any good; you'll simply miss out on the Next Big Thing (which may turn out to be Your Next Big Thing). Just do things your own way, singing that little hymn as you do so:
For what is a man,
What has he got?
If not himself,
Then he has naught.
To say the things,
He truly feels,
And not the words,
Of one who kneels.
The record shows,
I took the blows
And did it my way!

Thursday, January 05, 2006

These are my friends, Cyrus and Sheila. I've known them for twenty years or so. I guess they've eaten too much and haven't gotten enough exercise, but I've never been certain that's the main reason they got so heavy. I mean, okay, yes, that's why they got obese -- but I always thought there was another, and perhaps more significant, driving factor. You know, that led to the eating. Perhaps genetics, or depression. Perhaps it was due to some other suffering -- being Persian (or half-Persian) American in Southern California or something. You know -- perhaps they saw themselves as "outsiders" or something. Which seems ridiculous to consider, really, since Cy and She have never been any different from any of us. They've always been simply, well, Cyrus and Sheila: Cy with the crazy and infectious laugh (and the High Times magazine, way back in high school), and sweet Sheila with that special blend of good humor and concern (and later, a nervous little dog that liked to bite everyone). Of course, there's much, much more to them, but this is just a highly-generalized description I've come up with in order to keep this commentary short. What I'd really like for you to do is read about my friends, as they were written about in today's Los Angeles Times. I'm glad they're finally taking care of themselves, and I hope they know that I love them.

If you'd like to help them pay their medical bills, contact me and I'll make sure to put you in touch with them. (More ways of contacting me are listed at the bottom of this article.)
posted by Harold  1/05/2006 12:23:00 AM
Comments:
I know Cy and Sheila as well and I adore them both. I can honestly say they feel like family to me. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 3:43 PM
 
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I once posted, in this space (this right column), the following:

If I had friends they would be listed here

That particular bit o' text, that silly and idiotic phrase, was repeated a dozen or two dozen or so times and was intended to be temporary. I had been working on a project -- a new layout for this blog -- and had intended for that text to be placeholder content. That is, the text was supposed to temporarily replace the content that had previously occupied this column (which was a list of links to friends -- that is, other blogs and web sites I linked to). I didn't know what content I was going to place into that (this) space, so I placed a bunch of duplicate phrases here as a placeholder so that I would remember to fill in this space again later.

At the same time, I thought I was being cute with the heading:

NEW & IMPROVED FRIENDS!

The fact remains: I still don't know what content to put here, in this column. Links again? Pictures? Video? Audio? Ads? Oh, hell no! It hasn't come to me yet, but I'm sure it will eventually, and when it does it'll come quick and (as usual) with consequences.