SOME PEOPLE JUST LIKE UGLY

Some People Just Like Ugly

Article by Barbara Cornell.

Syndicated from Barbara Cornell’s personal blog.

My mother took me out to buy shoes when I was I was maybe 9 years old, and while we were out I observed that there were a great many shoes that were functional, plain, ordinary but perfectly adequate, there were a few that were functional and pretty. And then there were a pair that were just astoundingly, inexplicably unattractive and dysfunctional as well.  As I recall they were some species of spike-heeled, platform wedge (yes, they were both), lace-up-the-side sneakers in a rainbow of baby-feces colors.  A lot of times, I can see something that I don’t especially like but I can, if I try, see how someone else might like it.  Maybe the color is not what I would choose or it’s more clunky or less practical than I like, but I can see how someone else might put less value on those qualities, but these shoes were just inexcusably unattractive, impractical and tortuously uncomfortable (yeah, I tried them on; I just could not wrap my head around them) to the point that I couldn’t even reason my way to how someone else could possibly find them desirable.  I showed them to my mother who said some of the most profound words I can ever recall hearing, «Some people just like ugly.»

I’m sure she was just expressing the thought that passed through her mind and never thought about it again, but I’ve thought about this innumerable times in the years since and they’ve explained so many things in so many situations.

Translation: «Some things that people believe simply cannot be explained in terms that make any sense.»

There are two issues that consistently get batted about that fall solidly into this categories: gun control and culturing uselessness among our citizens through redistribution.

make-models-in-ugly-clothesI’ll leave you with another pithy tome: A few years ago, I was the Controller for a logistics company whose safety coordinator was dead-set on purchasing «bump caps» for the forklift operators in the company as well as plexi-glass cages for the tops of the lifts.  This plan represented an outlay of capital in the neighborhood of twice the company’s best-prospect income for next three years.  I was strongly opposed to this «investment», not because I was more in favor of profits than the safety of our employees but because it was a complete waste of resources and actually increased the likelihood of injury compared to doing nothing.  The identified danger to our operators was in objects falling from the tops of their loads onto the forklifts.  It was an extremely unlikely hazard (there had never been even a near-miss in a million man-hours), but it was possible.  The average weight and height of something that could fall off the tops of the loads would easily break through plexi-glass and cause head damage to the employee, the «bump caps» and plexi-glass actually made accidents more likely, and increased the chance of injury.  We could have purchased actual hardhats and installed a different arrangement on the tops of the forklifts, but our study determined the cost would be quadruple the bump-cap and plexi-glass investment and would decrease the visibility and range of motion of the employees to the point that there would not be any improvement in safety.  I believed we should either bite the bullet and do it right or do nothing, because either option would be better for both the company and the employees than the middling proposal.  The safety coordinator was nearly in tears when she explained her reasoning: «Well, at least we can feel like we did something!»

She was perfectly clear that her plan served no purpose other than to make herself feel better when a jar of pickles crashed through the top of the forklift and crushed the skull of a forklift operator.  And, ya know, at least the guy could see it coming through the plexi.  I guess.

It’s long past time that we cease to labor under the delusion that arguing gun control and letting people earn their own living with logic, sense and facts will ever make so much as a dent in the problem and admit that those in favor of disarming the populace, paying to destroy peoples’ hopes and bankrupting the greatest nation in the history of the world have no honest belief that passing their legislation has anything whatsoever to do with crime prevention, protecting innocents or improving the lives of children.  It’s difficult to accept that there are otherwise reasonable people who will reduce their own safety, abandon their own freedoms and destroy their own homes simply so that they can feel like they did SOMEthing, even if that something simply puts a bulldozer to digging our own graves rather than slaving away with a shovel.  It will only be after we lay down our own self-deception that we can begin to see the reasonable courses of action.

Until then, we are as guilty of doing «something» just so we can feel like we didn’t do nothing as those who have given themselves over to the hysterics of «but what about the CHILLLLLDRRREEEENNNN!!!!»

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INSULTS AND COMPLIMENTS — WINDOWS TO THE SOUL

sad-girlArticle by Reed.

Syndicated from Eternal Vigilance.

EDITOR’S NOTE: Mr. Reed is a Transegoist sympathizer; not a Transegoist — our syndication of his article does not indicate that he endorses the Transegoist philosophy.

When people give insults or compliments they are giving an insight into what they consider to be important.

If someone compliments your looks it’s because they value looks. If someone compliments your honesty it’s because they value honesty. If someone compliments your intelligence it’s because they value intelligence.

If someone calls you ugly it’s because their own looks are important to them. If someone calls you an amateur it’s because their own importance is important to them. If someone says you have a nasal voice it’s because how they sound is important to them. Insults like these come from vanity.

With insults – the more harm the insulter is trying to do the higher the value of insult they will give. That is, the higher value is to the insult giver not necessarily the insult receiver.

So…next time you get insulted don’t just ignore it – consider what it tells you about the giver.  And, more importantly, if you happen to give an insult or a compliment consider what it tells you about yourself.

TDJ SING-ALONG: RIP TIDE (SICK PUPPIES)

Editorial by Mark I Rasskazov.

This song is part of a series, which I periodically update (when I feel like it), which I call the “TDJ SING-ALONG;” a series of commentaries about songs I find appealing, and which help me illustrate the Transegoist ideology. Sing along if you know the words!

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SICK PUPPIES — RIP TIDE

You all hate your children;
They’re too fat to feed.
You’re on medication —
Taking pills to sleep;
I think I’m doing just fine,
Compared to what you’ve been doing.
I won’t get vaccinated;
Insurance costs too much.
You think you’re so persuasive —
But I’m not giving up.
Saving my life:
It’s not what you’re doing.

I!!!

I won’t justify
The way I live my life.
‘Cause I’m the one living it;
Feeling it, tasting it,
And you’re just wasting your time
Trying to throw me a line,
When you’re the one drowning.
I like where I’m at on my back,
Floating down in my own riptide.
The water is fine.

I like to step on cracks;
I go against the odds.
You think my world is flat…
Do I turn you on?
Maybe, yeah, I’m wrong,
But I like where I’m going.
I leave when others stay,
I never re-decide,
I don’t mind if you wait,
But I don’t waste my time!
Crazy is just fine.
‘Cause I like where I’m going.

I remember when it used to be easy.
I remember when it wasn’t so hard.
I remember when it used  to be easy.
I remember when, I remember when…

I don’t know if these guys know the truth, but they certainly have a feel for it.  Does someone think they know better than you how to live your life?  Make sure they know their place.  The corollary to «live and let live,» is «don’t put up with meddlers and power-peddlers.»

FILM REVIEW: THE MASTER

220px-TheMaster2012PosterArticle by Barbara Cornell.

Syndicated from Barbara Cornell’s personal blog.

The 2012 movie The Master was not the worst movie I ever watched. It absolutely was not the most egregious method I ever used to squander two or more irreplaceable hours of my life. It definitely was not the most pretentious piece of art house, inbred, self-congratulating, hippie, Hollywood swill ever to emerge from the entertainment industry.

But it was close.

In the immortal words of Opus, «Bad beyond any previous understanding of badness. Well. Maybe not that bad. But, Lord, it wasn’t good

If you watch only one movie this year, be absolutely certain it isn’t this one.

Watch Argo instead. Excellently done movie.

EXPANSIONS (KRIS BECKER): THE KIND OF ART MUSIC THE MARKET MIGHT ACCEPT

photoArticle by PJ Cornell.

Syndicated from the Asterisked Music Journal.

Assessment: 9.7 out of 10.

Bottom line up front: For several decades now, the culture of the so called “art music” genre, which, in most cases might more aptly be called “academic music;” the institutional heir of what is known as “classical” music, has been to shun anything which might be construed as being accessible enough to be sold to the general public. This condescending attitude toward the listener has, predictably, led to the decline of art music consumption to an amount approaching zero. Kris Becker (composer and piano virtuoso) is a refreshing exception to this trend. This release abounds with clever quartal harmonies set to jazzy rhythms, and an upbeat attitude that, while sophisticated, does not take itself so seriously as to be a burden to listen to.

Highlights: This album, while being largely consistent in style (as opposed to some of his earlier releases, which were eclectic, to say the least), expresses a very wide range of emotional content, from the pensive Elegy, to the blindingly bright and upbeat Piano Sonata #1. One thing this release is not is boring — at any point in time. The harmonic center tends to shift suddenly, with little warning, and by the time we’ve processed the occurrence, we’re on to something else. The harmonic content, in general, is stable enough to not lose the audience, yet varied, dissonant, and progressive enough to hold the attention of the listener throughout each track.

Criticisms: This album does not break new ground in any revolutionary way; it sounds a lot like some of Barber’s better works — but it certainly displays mastery of the art. Think Hindemith spruced up for the market place. This isn’t even really a criticism; you could say that creating market-acceptable art music is a massive innovation in and of itself.

Conclusion: This is a highly sophisticated and listen-able release that displays a lot of theoretical, compositional, and performance mastery, while avoiding the common pitfall of being out of touch with what people want to hear.

WEAKBLOOD

Poem by Mark I Rasskazov, Editor in Chief.

My soul breaks like a storm against the rocky shore.
I will erode the sandy softness of the lie;
I uncover the jagged heart of an evil:
Brokenness stabbing heaven like a broken blade.

I am the cliff face; those who ride the high plateau
Will swiftly plunge to a raging river below.
If God will not grant you wings of merciful grace,
You belong to the wrath I spew among the stones.

Your weakness – your dross feeds my tireless, flaming ire.
My salivating twenty-three black, jagged teeth:
They lie in wait for you to trip, stumble, fall down.
The weak, they surround me; I will imbibe blood today.