Can your smartphone get here?

This is just a little something I would like to show to you. You see, I like to do different things and I want to showcase some of what I do. So if you smart-phone can read this you can take a look at some of my other interests.

Enjoy,

Ryzyn

Another Story

Here is another story that I have come across in my travels and travails:

I do not know when it happened nor do I know what triggered it. All I know is that all of a sudden it hit me. Really hard! To say it was like getting kicked in the chest by a really pissed off horse would be the closest thing I could come to this feeling that was coursing through me. The next thing I know I found myself being twisted around my own thoughts. The problem with this was that I could not get hold of not one tangible shred of clarity. Attempt after failed attempt, trying to get hold of one clear thought that would allow me to remain sane and coherent, just long enough for me to get home and sleep it off.

I could not believe it... I was clearly losing control and there was conversation going on in the vehicle that I just so happened to be riding in.

It seems that we (my friends and I) were just driving back from the movie theater. We were headed back to the parking lot where our respective vehicles were kept. It seems that we decided to carpool to the theater with "G-Man" (well that is what I called him). We were talking about how bad the movie we just saw was. I mean it was awful (I would give the name of the movie here; however, I do not believe it is even worth mentioning.)! That is when it began. Like I said earlier, I have no earthly clue as to what triggered these feelings. But there they were... Just sitting there waiting for me. Just aching to cause me grief. Feeling the need to test me. I was not ready.

So as I was saying before -- I was trying to get hold of a tangible though when I began to realize that my own brain was working against me:

It was as if the logical side of my brain was trying to get out because the creative center was apparently throwing an all night rave... In my Skull!

So there I was staring off outside of the window just feeling nothing but pain. For whatever reason, I began to lash out and strike at nothing. That is when Vicky, Genelle and Karen all noticed that I had stopped talking.

I must explain. When we are all together, it is I who becomes the life of the party. Willing to do what needs to be done in order to have a good time. That's me! Always there with a funny anecdote or a funny joke or quip about something. I liked it. It suited me.

So when Genelle, who was right next to me saw that I was turned away from the others in the group, she became concerned...

Part Two coming later...

OK... Now What?

Hi there again. I have been working my butt off, both at work and at the gym. I am seeing a pay-off on the work I am doing at the gym. Went to the doctor the other day and she had me jump on the scale (ewwww!!). I had gained weight??!?! What? GAINED! This cannot be. Ahh... But it is. It seems that the weight I am actually putting on is in fact muscle mass. This is really cool. The doctor even indicated that I look much thinner now than in my previous visits. This is great. That made me feel quite good to be recognized for that. I would like to take the opportunity right now to thank the FFwWO organization. If I continue on the path that I am currently on right now, I will not be able to stay on the organization as it's primary member and founder. I believe a few more weeks on the current workout routine and I might just have to buy all new clothing. I think I will be soon listing the basics of my routine, just in case anyone reading this would like to follow. It is not that hard and far cheaper than gastric-cosmetic surgery don't you think?

Well here it is, July of 2010 big deal! So far I am not that impressed. I am either working or working out that is my life right now. Not really all that impressive. Another update coming soon... In the meantime think about this:


Why do we do it?...

Still Working Out

Hello... Guess What I decided I was going to start a new group/club... it is called Fat Fuckers who Work Out (FFwWO)! Whaddya' think? Nice name huh? Now keep in mind that I came up with the name because it was obvious. I am a fat fuck who was working out. Since I have been losing weight and am having a modicum of success at it, I decided to start this group with some folks at work. They seem to really like the idea. This is definitely not a support group in the literal sense, as there really is no support given. I managed to come across some information that I relay to the other folks and then invite them to work out with me or in parallel in another location. It does not matter to me if they join me or not. The way I see it, most groups attempt to support their followers by identifying and concerning themselves with the others feelings. I do not believe that applies here. I think that the people of this group already know who and what they are. It is up to each individual to attempt to understand and do what needs to be done. The group is comprised of like-minded individuals who are looking to achieve the same goal. That goal is to lose fat and keep a healthy and active lifestyle that will be easy to maintain.

It is pretty cool in the respect that because each person in the group is accountable for what they do, it only makes sense that success or failure is solely the responsibility of the individual. Now one will think "but does that not defeat the purpose of the group?". The answer is -- No it does not. Why? Simple. People will follow of their own free will if they see a benefit out of it. The benefit here is better health overall. Now when people see that someone is having success, regardless of the degree, as long as the behavior does not fall outside of their own comfort zones, emulation of that behavior will occur. If through emulation of the behavior results in a positive outcome and benefit for the individual, then the behavior will be repeated by that individual. Most behavior is learned through observation and emulation of the environment around you (this does include people as well). Therefore a logical thought process can be made. In this case, the individual sees a goal and moves towards it. Others see what the individual is doing and begins a logical thought process. If the conclusion of the group indicates that a benefit to each individual of the group can be obtained whilst being able to remain in their respective comfort zones then the group moves in the same direction emulating the behavior of the initiator. As results are noticed and felt by the rest of the group, it is prudent to say that the comfort zones of each person in the group will increase in accordance with the results obtained. Now it should be noted that the comfort zones of each person in the group will not grow at the same rate as the others in the same group. This can be attributed to many factors. Some of which are external (work, family, time, etc...) and internal (self esteem, stress, not seeing "fast" enough results, etc...). There are too many variables to list. It is at this point where the individual must decide to fail or succeed according to what their "wants" dictate. I say "wants" because ultimately the body already knows what it needs so it does not factor in to the dynamic of the group. The idea is for the group to recognize that their bodies, in its' entirety already knows what it needs to do. We merely provide the means to facilitate the needs of the body.

What the group will be ultimately doing is working with their own bodies in order to achieve the end goal. Or in the case of this group the end "need". The end "need" in this case is repeatable behavior that will lead to habit of knowing what the needs of the individual are and fulfill that need. Once the need is met, there is no need to do anything else, the need is self-sustaining.

In the case of FFwWO, the need is to lose fat (not weight), to achieve a healthy body and an ability to use the needs of the body for repeatable, positive, self-sustaining behavior that will carry over to all aspects of each persons life. This is something that cannot be taught in school or from a book. It can be learned however, from each person in the group by understanding what the need is in every action each person does that leads to the end "need".

If you notice, in the previous paragraph I stated "It can be learned however, from each person in the group by understanding what the need is in every action each person does that leads to the end "need".". But I did not use the word "simply". The reason for this is that it is not simple, it is not easy in any way, shape or form. The ease or difficulty is strictly dependent upon each person to decide for themselves the level of ease or difficulty they wish to place upon each action they apply in order to achieve the need or desired result they are after.

The group does offer one thing that the individual sometimes finds difficulty in getting. Encouragement. Simply put, it is nice to hear from someone other than your mirror that a change is noticed in that person. It sends a positive message and reinforces the behavior that elicited the observation from the other person in the first place. Upon hearing this a new need is put in place. The need to recognize the actions and behavior that led to the positive statement and make it repeatable. After a time, the comments will be complimentary only and will no longer serve as the fuel to push the need forward (you will need to be polite and say thank you and show appreciation for the comment). The need has become repeatable to the point where it is self-sustaining. It is now a habit. The person in the group no longer thinks about repeating successful behavior, it is now a habit that is not even thought of. It just is.

So the people that I ask to be in the group all understand... I am not concerned with feelings and how you feel about things emotionally. If that is what is sought after, then you will fail and you will still be a fat fuck like I was and wait for the magic pill or whatever pixie-dust will be foisted upon your senses during late night infomercial time.

There is work involved (I will discuss the type of work I am doing in more detail in a later post). Believe me, there is so much work involved. But I understand that I am a fat fucker and I do not hide that fact. There is a good chance that my reasons for doing what I am doing will not be the same as the others in the group. That is because my end "need" is different from the others in the group. The similarities lie in the fact that everyone in the group has a need to be in a healthier state of being to ultimately better their individual lifestyles.

I will be happy for their successes. As should everyone else in the group. I will not however, acknowledge their failures. Nor should anyone else in the group. Each person is responsible for their own successes and failures. I do not have time to pity and dwell on why I failed on any portion of my path to the end "need". I just know that I have to get there and I cannot stop until I do.

So to the folks in the group: I welcome you wholeheartedly. Enjoy the road many bumps await you, but whether you know it or not, you do have it in you to smooth things out over time. Just do the work and get to your needs.

Peace Out YO!!!

Ryzyn

What in the world have I done??!?!!

How has it come to pass that I manage to find myself in the situations I find myself in. It really does not make a whole lot of sense to me. Just when it seems that I am putting myself in a position where I can really take control of my life and do some good, I somehow find a way to sabotage all the work and effort I put into what it was I was doing. Here, is where an effort is made to look beyond oneself and seek out the root of why things tend to blow up in my face!

The sad part here is that whenever it happens, it never fails that I am somehow surprised about the results of my actions and the words I choose that surround said actions. It is exactly like sticking your hand in an open flame and burning yourself. Once you do that you immediately realize several things:

A)It really hurts! (after all you just stuck your hand in an open flame)
B)Your brain recognizes the type of external stimulus as completely and utterly unwarranted and immediately seeks to find ways to heal the burn and store said memory for future reference.
The reason for this is simple: Your brain will instantly tell the rest of the body that this is an action that under no circumstances should ever be repeated for any reason whatsoever!
C)Naturally you place your entire person and your (now burnt) hand a safe distance away from the open flame.

This is information that quickly processed, assimilated as good knowledge and subsequently applied as a rule... Of course that is what happens in a normal brain from a (clinically speaking) normal human being. This is information that is processed by the youngest of children and immediately applied as learned behavior.

Now lets take a look at the same situation; with say – A brain that is seemingly normal, but apparently lacks the ability to retain positive/negative end result stimulus... Shall we?

Hand goes into the fire (the reason here is unimportant as we are looking towards the end result)
It really hurts! (seems to be just like the one listed above... huh?)
Your brain recognizes the type of external stimulus as completely and utterly unwarranted and immediately seeks to find ways to heal the burn and store said memory for future reference.
The reason for this is simple: Your brain will instantly tell the rest of the body that this is an action that under no circumstances should ever be repeated for any reason whatsoever! (hey... That looks exactly like (B) from above does it not?)

So far, everything appears to be looking the same as the previous (letter) bulleted list would you agree? Now this is where it gets interesting. We are now at the point where the brain deliberately sabotages itself, yet being completely cognizant of what just happened.

Instead of the brains logical progression indicated in bullet “C”, you look completely astonished at the chain of events that has now left you with a slightly burnt hand.
Instead of moving away to a slightly safer distance, you somehow manage to convince yourself that it might be a good idea to perform one of the two actions (really there is no other choice you give yourself)
1.Stick the same (yet slightly burnt) hand back into the fire – Or...
2.Feeling that the other hand clearly has not seen enough action you stick that one into the awaiting open flame.

Here is the punchline on this:

There you are screaming like an idiot (well... because you are) whilst inflicting major (and possibly debilitating) damage to yourself and for whatever reason, your own brain has you duped into believing that you have no earthly idea why this has occurred?

Any person witnessing this less than amazing strewn together events will think that the other individual would not be even qualified for “Village Idiot”. The reason for this is that a village idiot knows what he is and in acceptance of that fact. This on the other hand lives in the middle of the land of the absurd in the county of buffoonery.

Back to the real world –

But this is exactly what I have done to myself for well over twenty years. It really does hurt. In addition, for well over twenty years I have managed to continue to repeat the same set of behavior patterns that I now believe has done egregious amounts of damage and heaped ridiculous levels of strife with copious amounts of bad judgment. This is just plain stupid as far as I am concerned.

Now you might be looking at this and wondering – “why are you beating yourself up like this?”... You do not have to do that.

Several items should be noted here:

1.I am not “beating myself up” I am merely stating fact. If you knew my life you would see that this would be an accurate (albeit slightly oversimplified) description of what I am doing or have done to myself.
2.I am also accepting responsibility on my part for the judgments (good, bad, indifferent), the words I have chosen to use and how they are used and taken by myself and others around me and for the actions that I have enacted (good, bad, none) that garnered the results that they did.
3.The weight of all this is not only shouldered by me alone. I had help making me the way that I am.

All that being said, one can conclude that I am an aggregate of all that I have done, seen and been taught.

Funny thing is that the last two (seen, been taught) in the previous statement actually lead to the first (have done). The sad thing is that ultimately I never took the opportunity to utilize the tools that led to all of this. I was not taught to recognize them. Though when I was a teenager, I had them right in front of me and I “chose” not to use them.

Why you ask?

It is because I was never allowed to fall flat on my face and fail. Because I was not allowed to fall on my keister, I did not know what it was to have to get back up and continue on. This repetitive behavior has continued on into my now almost middle-aged years.




Looking back, I have seen what the cost of my mistakes has been:

Lack of career determination
Failure in some of the aspects of my career
Failure in relationships
Laziness
Careless attitude towards others
Lack of honesty with self and those around me
Not paying attention (physically, emotionally and mentally)
Looking to avoid responsibility and accountability

All this... To top it off I have given some of these most detestable traits to my own child.

For this, I am truly sorry! I have no excuse for this.

This statement is directed to all Fathers!!!

Whether you wish to admit it or not, when your child look at you this is what they know... For these things all children know them to be irrefutable truths.

All Fathers are:

1.Indestructible
2.Immortal
3.Bulletproof

This is how your children see you. How do I know this? Easy... This is how I saw My own father. The reality is that children know that everyone has flaws.. Guess what? They just do not care about the small things like flaws and shortcomings.

If I do not get my act together and find a cure for my “cranial-rectilitis” (add your own euphemism if you like), I will have thoroughly and completely failed my own child. It is not fair!

Take this as you will... I already have!

Peace out,

Ryzynforce

Seriously?!

A simple question that does not always have a simple answer. Do all of you dislike these kinds of questions as much as I? Well here is one that I know we all at one time or another asked ourselves: "Why is this day so damn frustrating?"

It seems a bit cliche and old but for some reason it always seems to come back on us like yesterdays burrito with extra salsa.

You will often find yourself trying to make all the odd things just stop and they do not. Why? Simple... Life does not work that way and it was ever designed to. It just is.

I have been having one of those days and I know I just have to work through it.

So if you are seeing this and having one of those days, just do what I am going to do right now...

Go to sleep... Good night everyone.

Ryzyn

The New New New Me!!

Ok! So here it is 2010, the spring season is in full swing and I recently decided to forcefully pull my head from my ass. Seems like an easy thing to do, does it not? But let me tell you my friends, it sometimes takes a almost seemingly Herculean type effort. But here is what I have done so far:

After weeks and months of arguing with my own body I decided I had better do something about my health and well being. Seeing how I needed to come up with my own damn "Health-Care" plan on my own, I decided to start eating right and getting my ass back into the gym.

This was no easy task I tell you. In addition to that I decided to concentrate more on work and getting my head straight. Once again not as easy as some might think. The hardest part about all this is that I am doing this almost completely on my own. I am not actively seeking help from outside sources. I will succeed in the things I do solely on my own merits and the decisions I make for myself and hope that it does not affect anyone else in the processes.

So I am in the gym and and I have managed to blow the dust off of my old regimen. Realizing, that I could not just jump full bore back into the old routine I managed to modify the regimen enough such that it would be a quick path to the old routine without killing myself.

It seems that in the past when I was doing this, I failed quite often. Why? Well the reason was simple. I allowed big enough distractions to take me off of my game even though those distractions had nothing to do with my wellness program that I instituted for myself.

You see, it was all in my head. Somehow, I convinced myself that because the distractions were too great I could not continue because it would now get in the way of fixing what was now placed in front of me.

This is a hard lesson to learn because this is something that can ultimately ruin me. I find myself in a situation that I cannot afford the price of those distractions taking me out like that. I have a few things going for me now. To list what they are now will be a problem because the list of things is incomplete and will be yet another distraction. You will see soon.

I know that this will be a good thing for me and I will do my best to write it all down as it happens.

On to the good stuff...

So I am in the gym. More determined than ever to lose the chub and get back to some semblance of shape and good health. The impetus for this occurred whilst I was trying on a pair of pants that I thought were my size. LO AND BEHOLD!!! They were not. They were how do you say... "A bit snug.". Holee Fat-rolls Batman! This was the last straw. I found myself in a position that I could no longer justify paying extra for clothing because I am overweight. This is just plain stupid as far as I am concerned and I immediately felt that this situation really did not need to exist.

After I completed my self verbal tongue-lashing, I knew what it was I had to do to remedy the situation. So I began...

Got back into the gym listened as my own body did everything that it could to go against me. The conversation happened a lot like my previous post about my working out. It is one of the first ones I wrote. But this time I found that although there was resistance, it was not as bad as the first time. This time it seemed as if it were a loud din in the room and they just doing some off the cuff complaining about the work but ultimately there was compliance and things are going much smoother now.

I am actually at a point where I can switch my routine to increase the level of fat-burn and wight loss overall. This will require a bit more will-power from me but I believe that in the end it will all work out (no pun intended).

Next time: I think I will attempt to write about what is getting in my way and what I am doing to work around that.

Peace!

Global Warming?

Are you serious with this? Honestly, I cannot think of a bigger waste of DNA mass than those who herald "global warming" as a critical issue. For starters, it is completely arrogant and vain to think that we humans and our industrialization of this lovely planet are the almost singular cause of the planet's "climate change". The Earth and climate that exists within its' confines has been changing constantly since the planet developed an atmosphere during its' infancy. Now, do not think for one moment that we humans have not had an impact on our own immediate environment. Will it be in our best interest to not pollute so much? Yes. Recycle more? Yes. Continue to work towards diminishing our dependence on fossil fuels? Sure. Try and preserve our natural land resources? Absolutely. What I am saying, however, is that it is absolutely arrogant to think that we are the major cause of the current trend in the climate change/global warming.

Speaking of arrogance, Al Gore managed to wheedle himself into the position of "poster-boy" for the global warming cause. Just look at all the support he has garnered from mostly the entertainment sector. Wow! So many celebrities to help Gore influence the masses of sheeple out there. I mean, it is so easy to do. After all look how easily they are distracted from their own issues such that the completely forget about the things that they have to take care of and real issue that they have to worry about. Face it people (sheeple). You are following this ill-conceived line of tripe that the earths' only means of survival is to work towards reducing our "carbon-footprint" not because it needs to be done, rather it is fashionable. It's what's "in". The charge for global warming led by the knight in recycled plastic armor and brown paper bag shoes Gore followed by his throng of clearly mindless flock of sheep is and will be quite futile.

Imagine, if you will, that tomorrow, we all go "green" so to speak. We all use completely renewable fuel sources. The entirety of the planet as we know it, reduces our "carbon-footprint" such that we are working "synergistically" with dear, dear Mother Earth. Then what? we wait and see? See what? That the climatic changes (global warming) that we sought to prevent and avoid continues to happen anyway? Yes it will. Why? Simple. The earth turns. Time passes. Change happens constantly. Surprised? You should not be. The logic you follow is flawed. It has been shown time and time again that the numbers that you tout are wrong.

Throughout our planet's history species come and go. The earth changes according to it's need. The climate will change we will see another ice age. During that time most of our population will be wiped out. The ones that are left standing are the best adapted for what comes next. The dinosaurs were replaced with a different set of species, those species died out and were replaced with another species, and so on, ad nauseum. What did not die out in the previous two ice ages were best equipped to move forward.

Here is a thought. How about we concern ourselves with more pressing issues. Such as making it easier to take care of our families instead of our "elected" officials that are supposed to be looking out for our best interests tax us into complete oblivion. Homeless and destitute children here in the United States (screw little Maria in Honduras... Nothing personal we have our own issues here in the States). Better health care, not for just our seniors and children, but everyone. Removing the control hooks from corporations from our governing bodies so that decisions made are not influenced by special interest groups. I do believe that if more time and energy were spent on those real issues instead of whether or not baseball and other athletes took steroids or the fantasy land that is "global warming", we very well will see better results in all our lives.

We humans have the capacity to be better than what we are right now. Provide resolution to the real issues and the others will simply fall into place. We really do not need a group or agency to wipe our bottoms for us. We should be just fine on our own.

Talk to you soon

Ryzynforce

Pretending not to be sheep

Here within the myriad swarm of political opinion commentary, I will add my own two cents. Ready? Very well then...

It really appears as though that there is a lot of talk and not much else on these so called "hot-button" topics (do you not just love these marketing buzz-words? I know I do. Heck I'd ask for seconds...). With a lot of these political candidates mentioning these words but having no real impact, I am given to looking at the audience that they orate to. What I see simply amazes me, while at the same time makes me a bit saddened for the American people. You see, there is nothing but truth in the statement "telling you things you want to hear". My question is to anyone who can honestly answer some of the more simpler questions that are not loaded and really have nothing to do with playing around in other peoples countries. Me personally -- I am more concerned with more domestic issues versus global stupidity.

It is at this point I would issue a challenge -- No! A DARE is a more apropos verb (no need to be politically correct).

I would dare ANY political candidate at any level to answer the following series of simple questions that I ask. The rules are simple. All you have to do is keep in mind that you are speaking to the average American citizen, therefore political double-speak and hinting at plans, programs and ideas that do not exist (and probably will not exist ever) to get your point across and make yourself to appear to be the better person WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!

Rule 1:
Questions must be answered with the utmost specificity, yet be able to be understood by a person with at least a 10th grade education or lower Please do not patronize or condescend to the reader of your answer.

We are the people that look to you to properly represent us and have our best interests in mind.

Rule 2:
When answering a question, it would be in your best interest for you (the candidate) to answer the question by your own hand and not utilize any advisers for this task. If you cannot answer the questions by your own hand then you should not be running for any type of office. This is indicative of someone who does not have anyone's interests in mind, save their own (I believe that we as a people have had enough of that).

Rule 3:
These questions require honesty in order to answer, so please do your best to answer honestly. These questions are not loaded to indicate favor towards any one candidate. If you cannot answer honestly or are worried about how someone might feel then you (the candidate) might want to seek a different career path better suited to your skill set.

Note:
The questions are based on searching for truth in representation. Emotional leanings and attempted heart string tugging hold no sway here. Please fully expect that there are some who will agree with your answers and plans. There will be others who will not agree with your answers and plans. So what. We as a people need to know that you as candidates can do the job without fail.

Understand that a number of people view politicians as failures from the outset. You are then subsequently elected based upon which of you appear to be able to fail the least. This, you (the candidate) should view as an insult and an affront to your own personages. This is simply because this is the view that you (the candidates) and your predecessors have created for the American people. These questions can be used as a tool for the voter. An acid test if you would. This will allow the people to make an informed decision about whether or not we feel that you can do the job.

Rule 4:
Under no circumstances will "Buzz-words" and "hot-button" phrases or terms be allowed. If you cannot make your point or answer a question without the use of these truly useless terms and phrases then it is clear that you will be unable to do the job you wish to be tasked with. Which is represent and be the voice of the people whom you are supposed to work with and for.

Rule 5:
Debasing your competition by pointing out past flaws and errors in judgment will not be allowed under any circumstances! If you cannot answer the questions without doing that, it would probably be best if you sought another career path. The American people clearly do not need their judgment clouded by any attempts to hide your flaws and errors by pointing out your competitions shortcomings.

The American people are supposed to depend on you to protect them and their best interests, not yours.

The rules are relatively easy to follow. People need to know that you are there to look after them in the governmental body that you exist in.

One other thing -- This is a test of sorts. I hope that you are able to answer these questions.

That being said let us begin:

Question 1:
What is it that you bring to the table as an offering of your experience, Ideology and how do you plan to apply this to your job?

Question 2:
Why do you want to be chosen? For what reason(s) should we choose you? What qualities do you posses that make you the most qualified for the position?

Question 3:
What tools or resources can you utilize to properly facilitate your ability to carry out your job?

Question 4:
Individuals and families are concerned with their finances (Income... or lack thereof). It is a widely held belief that larger corporations have gotten completely out of control and are adding to the cause and stresses of income burdens for the individual and the family. How do you address these concerns (political double-speak and hinting at plans, programs and ideas that do not exist (and probably will not exist ever) to get your point across and make yourself to appear to be the better person WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!)?

Question 5:
How accessible will you be to the people that you are supposed to represent? Would you be available to communicate your progress on plan implementation of any kind on a regular basis (once a month or more often)?

Question 6:
Educational question --
Many parents are concerned with the quality of their children's education. It appears that the schools are constantly churning out students and young adults who are less and less capable to be viable assets to America. The emphasis appears to be on how the children feel about the schoolwork and themselves versus the actual academia itself. This is also compounded by the fact the class curriculum is constantly "dumbed-down" to cater to students who are less capable or have difficulty comprehending the English language. How do you honestly address this issue (please understand that this question harbors no ill-will towards anyone... So be brutally honest with this one)?

You may start with these questions and as long as you remember the rules this will prove to be an excellent tool for the American public with which to choose the right person for the job.

There will be more simple questions to follow:

Enjoy

Ryzynforce

Random Diatribe

Let start off by burning some sacred cows, shall we? For starters, let us look at what passes for news these days. I will list it out for you:

O.J. Simpson -- A man blessed with great athletic skills, who managed to cull his fame into a decent movie career. A truly lucky individual that managed to stand in a court of his "peers" and claim victory from what was truly insurmountable odds against him. A man destined to leave behind a legacy of shame, which his children have to carry for the rest of their lives. A man who somehow managed to become the poster-boy for black people backing a losing horse.

Seriously people. This is not news, this is merely tabloid material posing as something worthwhile. I can say this about the tabloids though -- It appears that they all remain true to themselves. At the very least they do not pretend to be anything more than what they are. They also know that in you, the populace at large, they have an absolutely guaranteed readership. Consequently they are just fine with that.

Some might argue that it is this way because nobody wants to hear the truth. I think that is truly incorrect thinking. I believe that most people place their attention and an emphasis on things that should not and do not matter. When stupidity like the current O.J. Simpson issue occur and it is given almost no credence then chances are, things like this would not happen. When they do occasionally arise, they are able to be better handled and the supposed "playing field" becomes a bit more level.

Here is a "hot-button" topic:
The War in Iraq -- Alright people, let us get one thing straight. There is a small contingent of people out there that I believe have a viable perspective on this. Here it is, in a slightly, oversimplified nutshell.

First off, you have politicians who are running the "war". Since the only thing they truly care about is obtaining another term in office, there is no motivation for them to move forward on any issue related to the war because in doing so it would show progress and they would have to actually put in some work once an issue like this was solved. Now, if you really and truly looked at the situation as a whole instead of the individual parts, then you would notice a recurring pattern that has seemingly developed. What is shown to you is an entire system broken down into sound and video clips. Each of the politicians that you see are busy shifting the burden of responsibility over to someone else or some other entity. Subsequently keeping you, as the people they are supposed to represent, thoroughly confused. As long as these "representatives" know that the people can be distracted, you will be treated like sheep. Oh sure, there are those who will say that they are not sheep. But look at who you align yourselves with.

To prove this point, all one will have to do is view the recent presidential candidate debates. When you view it, ask yourselves this simple question. Were any of the questions posed on the "issues of the day" truly answered. Or were you treated to a well choreographed verbal ballet of the shell game. There appeared to be a lot of indications from each of the candidates that when asked a direct question eluded to simply pawning the burden of actually answering the question off on one of their "esteemed" colleagues supposed "plans" on how to deal with the issue. Therefore it appeared as though the candidate was merely hinting at the fact that their "plan" was better. Mind you now, this was all done with a wink and a nod. The end result? The sheeple, that is the general public bought into it whole-heartedly. Basically, you were given a "wait and see" statement that took several hours to make. Go ahead and look through the transcripts of the debates. I will wait...

Good. By now one of two things have occurred. One: You decided to stick to your thoughts and follow blindly, like lemmings to the cliff. Two: You took the time to attempt to read through the Q&A and found there to be more fluff than real content. Does that mean that you were wrong? Of course not. If you took the time to do the latter versus the former then you have taken a step into questioning those people that are supposed to represent you instead of themselves. It is not that hard to do. Chew on that for a while and see what you can do with it. Possibly those with more resources will do the same and then things will get mighty interesting.

Katrina -- This is an issue that I wish would just die and not linger on painfully as it has been. History has shown time and time again that by not learning from our past mistakes, we doomed to repeat them. Katrina, if nothing else, should serve as a reminder. A reminder for lessons not learned. You hear a lot of outcry from the same people. They have been around forever. The people, in question, are those of whom have placed all their faith in the wrong people. People who gave their absolute faith and trust to the village idiots. Consequently, the village idiots are smart enough to know that the village they oversee and are entrusted to protect will believe anything that is brought before them so that the real cause of the supposed "crisis" will not be seen by the "poor, dumb, villagers". That is done so somebody has something to complain about.

I pray thee all, a moment to query. When you see the news and hear the reports of the damage done after the the hurricane actually hit, it looks bad. But now it is over two years later and we are seeing the same two or three areas affected by the hurricane. It appears as though nothing has been done. Then every once in a while you see or hear a story of how other communities in nearby areas have come together to fix homes, streets and their immediate environments. So the question here is what is the difference between the the communities that have regained some semblance of normalcy and the "still ravaged" areas?

The difference is the communities that have seemingly "snapped" back, have done so because the felt that they did not have the time to Whine and cry and stand still looking for handouts from a group of untrustworthy individuals and their minions who oversee their fiefdoms. Those communities have made a comeback because they decided as a group to find a way to become more than what they were and not wait around for handouts that will never come. Someone, somewhere realized early on that help from afar was not going to come in a timely manner, if at all. Upon realizing this the communities, as a group, pulled their collective heads out of their own asses and got down to the business of finding alternate ways to rebuild on their own. They did this with not a lot of help from the outside. Most of the help, it seems, came from the local houses of worship and other smaller private means.

So why has this not happened across the board? It is simple. The lesser minions of the greater hierarchy would then be seen for what they are. Monstrous screw-ups. The people will then, as an entire group will begin to realize that the people that they have placed their trust in have failed them and have only looked out for their own interests and not the people they were entrusted to protect, govern and oversee. They do not care about the people in New Orleans. After two years if you are still waiting for a hand out, you have lost the right to call yourselves "victims". You are victims nonetheless... But you are victims of your own ignorance. You are not to be pitied. It is wasted on you. When you begin to realize that you are better than what you are made out to be by others, then you will see the greatness and the potential you all can hold.

Coming Soon: More on education!!!

Part 2: The Gulag

So I decide that I am going to have lunch with my son at school. Seems innocuous enough does it not? I figure I will go there and have a good time talking and shootin' the breeze with my boy. So I run down to the closes fast food eatery and pick up some to-go vittles for me and my son. I arrive at the school and am allowed to meet him in the cafeteria. now I am beginning to notice a few things: For starters, the cafeteria itself is not all that big and the chairs and tables are small and low to the ground. then I see the stage off to my right and on the stage sits a traffic light... You got it folks... A traffic light. The meaning of this would soon become apparent to me.

So I am sitting in the cafeteria waiting for my son to arrive and the kids start filing in. Well I notice right away that the kids are unusually quiet and not at all exuberant as kids going to the lunchroom for lunch usually are. I begin to rethink this coming to the school to eat lunch with my boy idea.

I soon see my son and wave to him. His teacher allows him to leave the line to come with me to the table I found for the two of us in the back of the cafeteria. I show him the goodies I picked up for him at the local "greasy spoon" type place and he is happy about that. We begin to eat up and we get to talking amongst ourselves. I am listening to the din of the other students in the cafeteria, when to my surprise, I notice that the traffic light is turned on and is showing green. Thirty seconds later the light switches to yellow and the teachers who are roaming the cafeteria attempting to look important loudly tell the children that the light is yellow and to keep it down. Ten seconds after that announcement is made, the light turns red and it is at this point a rather quizzical look scurries across my face and I turn to my son and ask somewhat befuddled "Hey big man... What's with the light?". To which, he replied "Oh that? That is the light that tells us when we can talk...".

It is at this point where I being to feel nothing but abject pity for my son and his fellow classmates.

"So let me see if I am understanding this... You are at lunch. Right?"

"Yes." he replies.

"And you cannot speak most of the time during lunch. Right?"

"Yes." says he.

"So when did the lunch room become a gulag?" (It is at this point that I quickly explain what a gulag is to the boy and he seemed to fully understand the concept -- and agreed).

He then explains to me that this is the way it has always been. I was clearly shocked by what I saw and took this up with the Principal of the school.

I cornered her in the hallway and proceeded to inquire about the gulag type atmosphere and the teachers walking around like Spetsnaz. She seemed puzzled by what I was asking. I then realized that the vapid and lost look on her face was caused by her not knowing what "gulag" or "Spetsnaz" meant. So after using more simplistic terms, she informed me that this was so the children would eat all their food. I protested such silly behavior and reminded her that children of my son's age (5-11 years) are going to be loud. It is what they do and quickly reminded the principal that the kids would burn off excess energy and would be more apt to better receive information coming from the teachers. This statement caused the same vapid and lost look again. So it is my mission at this point to go to lunch with my son as much as possible and be as disruptive as possible to show the teacher that the children would be much better off if the would concentrate on teaching the children instead of trying to raise them. Raising my son is my job not theirs.

Coming soon: Can we skip it?

It has been a while, has it not? Part 1

Well I see that it has been a while since the last time I threw some thoughts together. So now I am trying to make a comeback by laying down opinions and attempting to make sense without having some knucklehead say something stupid... Which as I see happens often. Oh well what are you going to do?

My son started school recently and I am a bit peeved. It seems that I am noticing a pattern with quite a number of schools across the nation (especially n the south where I reside). It appears to me that the schools are attempting to create a group of graduating children who have the mental acuity of a grape. I spoke to my son's teachers and listened to them tell me about their "so-called" curriculum. I stared and listened in utter disbelief as I actually heard his math and science teacher tell me "Well we are going to start off with a review from the work done last year for those students who need remedial work or need to catch up...". After hearing this I asked about the time frame for this and was told that It would probably be for the first two months. That is right folks -- TWO MONTHS!

So let me get this straight: You go through an up to two month review for work that these kids should already know, for the purpose of helping the students who either did not or could not have the ability to do the work the previous year. If I am understanding this correctly the students who took the time to do the work and put forth an effort and the students who showed an ability to do the work are being penalized for the shortcomings of the few who cannot do the work. So effectively, by the time that the students start doing the real work they are already behind in basic academics? Would someone please explain this to me?

Of course school administrators are trying to figure out why more and more parents are having their children home-schooled during their primary school years. I think that more and more people are beginning to figure out that building a curriculum around a state mandated test and completely removing academic competition from the classroom was not such a bright idea. Clearly, these learning philosophies were put forth by people and administrators whose children were not up to snuff and decided to dumb down American academics to suit the failings and shortcomings of their academically, less than adequate children, so it gives the appearance of an even playing field.

To be Continued: Part 2: The Gulag

Just a story

I am back. I know it has been a while, but I was thinking about what to write next. So I will get right to it:

It was late in the year 2000. The time was about midnight and for whatever reason there was no way he was getting any sleep. Why was he up? He felt so anxious, so overwhelmed. Suddenly his mind was racing, incoherent thoughts left and right. He quietly got up out of bed and walked through the living room and stepped out onto the patio of the second floor apartment he lived in with his wife of five years. At this point he was sad beyond belief, but why? He was scared stupid, but why? In addition, he was in a dimension of mad that most people could not possibly understand, but why? Normally he is not like this. This is clearly too much bearing down on him. He felt as though there was no one that he could talk to. All coping mechanisms -- Exhausted. Now what?

He was angry -- But at who or what? This was not clear. It was at this part he began to beat himself in the head -- Repeatedly. Over and over and over again he punched himself in the head, thinking that the pain would possibly take his mind off of what was troubling him. It began to hurt. He did not care. He began to cry. Not because of the repeated beatings, but because he was sad and hurting on the inside and it was physically making him ill. This is not like him at all. He felt so far removed from his natural state of being that it was like waking up on another planet only to find that he could comprehend nothing. Clearly, he had no idea of what was going on in his head.

Pained and crying, he crumbled to the floor of the patio in a heap onto his knees. Part of him was hoping that the patio would fall apart and he might tumble to an untimely demise. With his forehead to the floor thinking that maybe he should beat his head on the patio floor until slipping away into unconscious-land, a very odd feeling came over him. A single thought, so innocuous, managed to catch his attention. That thought told him to raise his head. “Pick your noggin up off of the floor!” it said. So he did. When he looked up, what he saw simply amazed him.

He saw his Grandfather. The old man was standing there looking at him, non-verbally telling him to calm down. This was odd considering his Grandfather had passed away the January prior. Yet there he was, with a smile on his face. When his Grandfather was sick and he did not have long for this world, he never got the opportunity to say goodbye to his Abuelo (Grandfather in Spanish). So here it is, a year later and there he was, right there in front of him. It all seemed like he was watching this unfold as if it were a movie. It was very surreal.

“I’m so sorry that I never got to say goodbye!” He tried to speak in regular tones but the words came out somewhat hushed and demure. He said it again and it came out a bit clearer.

He looked into his Abuelo’s eyes and through those eyes he spoke. “You already did.” Now his eyes welled up with tears of understanding. “I was there. I heard you.” His Abuelo smiled at him. Through those eyes and that smile he said those two small statements that seemed to speak volumes to him. Yet nary was a word uttered between them. Though he spoke through his mouth to make the sounds, Abuelo spoke back silently.

Suddenly he noticed that Abuelo was not by himself. There was someone clearly with him. Strangely though the man’s face seemed familiar to him, as if he’d known him his entire life, but at the same time he did not quite know who he was… Kind of.

His features were indescribable. Not for any other reason other than that his features could not be described. The man made him feel at ease. He too smiled at him as if to say that everything will work itself out. “Give it some time.” says the man with Abuelo.

The man put a hand on Abuelo’s shoulder. Abuelo then turned to him with those bright eyes. Those eyes touched his heart and said, “It’s time for me to go now. Don’t worry he knows the way.” Without thinking he asked Abuelo “Is that?” Abuelo smiled a big mischievous smile; turned to the man he was with and said “See! That’s why I love him. He thinks a lot. He was always so smart!” With that the man turns to him, smiled and lowered his head, almost in a tip your hat, bowing type gesture. They both then walked away.

He dried his tears and got up and very calmly went to his room, gently kissed his wife on the cheek, laid down on the bed and amazingly enough went to sleep almost immediately. As he drifted off to sleep, he felt very calm and at ease. All the stresses that he was experiencing did not seem to bother him nearly as much anymore.

Epilogue:

He has only ever told three people about this experience. One of the people that he told was a co-worker with whom he had established a good level of trust in. In addition this person was a Christian who spoke on God but never pushed the issue on anyone.

The co-worker after hearing this story was almost brought to tears. He asked if he would speak to his congregation about this. He respectfully declined the offer. The co-worker then said something to him that gave him great pause. He said to him, “You know what man? You are one of the luckiest people in the world.” He asked, “How so?” The co-worker then spoke these words; “Some people literally spend their entire lives praying constantly for what you experienced without asking! That was handed to you. I will admit I am really jealous of you right now. But that is ok because that means that you are being looked out for.”

After that was said he sat back and reflected on that… Could it be? Was it possible that it was? To this day he still does not know for sure. Though through it all he is happy that it did happen.

Aspiring to be average?

Hello all!

It appears as though there has been some positive response to may last two posts, so I will now go off on a new rant, which might be a touchy subject for some (especially if you have school age kids).

It is time to talk education. Primarily, not from a kids standpoint, but from a more honest and politically incorrect point of view, do you not agree? That point of view will be mine. I know that there are some of you out there might harbor some of the same view as I. Those in the general populace that do seem to be more concerned with other peoples feelings or how they will react to what is being said. That is to say that they do not want to rattle the cages of the overly sensitive because it deals with their “precious wittle kiddies”. I say, give me a break! Stop acting stupid and demand more from yourself.

Ok, I digress… I will now hit the education factor now:

Recently, there has been a rash of proud parents displaying their son’s or daughter’s academic prowess in public. Yes, I mean our all time favorite “feel good about yourself” “look at me” attention grabber the “My child is an honor student at elementary, high school, primary” bumper stickers. I am not saying that there is anything wrong with that. There is no problem with that at all. It is just that these stickers are seemingly given out like candy on free samples day at the Nestle factory. It truly appears that these “awards” are given to children just for showing the hell up for class. I am not saying this as opinion. Not hardly. I am stating these as more of truths than mere musings of someone who is not informed. So now you are asking for proof? Ok. I think I can provide that for you.

I was in my son’s third grade class recently. After speaking with the teacher for a few moments, I learned that her opinion of current academic curriculum, she felt, was lacking in some areas. She invited me to stay and sit in on the class. This gave me the opportunity so actually see what is being taught and how well the children are receiving the information. What I saw and heard over the next several hours was physically nauseating and offensive to my “delicate sensibilities”.

One of the first things I noticed was that the teacher was speaking Spanish to one of the students. At first I found this to be odd and thought that this was done as a matter of convenience between lessons. Wow! Clearly, I was mistaken when this continued throughout the day. I was left with no choice but to inquire about this. I was told that the child did not speak much English and needed to be mostly instructed in Spanish. Let me see if I get this straight. Each of the lessons to be done in class must first be explained in English to the bulk of the class and then in Spanish for this poor simpleton, whose only fault was to be born into a family who does not feel like learning the language?

I started to worry that this would affect the pace of the class learning. Sadly my fears did not go unfounded. This slowed the class down greatly. The most amazing this about this is that fact that people accept this as the norm.

So, for now I leave that alone and start to focus on the actual material being taught. Uhh… Ok… You are kidding me right? No… Quit yanking my crank! You guessed it. The material being taught was nothing short of damn near remedial pre-k. That is correct ladies and gentlemen, in this third grade class they are still counting on apples and bananas. Now I find nothing wrong with this, assuming that these diagrams are being used as a reference point or visual aid for a new lesson, but these are the actual lessons. Once again, I cannot stress this enough. People, demand more from yourselves. I know you have it in you.

This inevitably, brings me to this point. Now you have a child who can count apples and bananas faster than the rest of the class, clearly they must be gifted let us make them “honor” students. Wow! They are really smart! No they are not. If you bothered to take the time to look you will see that they are not truly gifted. They are bored and are looking for work more befitting to them.

Here is the problem with that. You have a group of children who could not find their rear ends with two hands and a flashlight. Inexorably, a group of adults who do not want to hurt the children’s feelings and whom, through some divine intervention (the literary term for this is Deus ex machina) managed to gain access to a committee that should be chaired my logical intelligent people, decide that the intelligence standard be set at slightly above cucumber. What then happens is only logical. A student who shows any aptitude for academia is then considered “gifted” and placed in a “gifted” class. Here too I had the opportunity to sit in on the class…

What I discovered here was nothing short of … **Hand slaps forehead, while images of Homer Simpson run rampant through my head**. You know what I mean.

What the “gifted” class is not is more advanced work. Basically the students in this class are “rewarded” for their aptitude by being given more homework. The work is exactly the same but the pace has been picked up a bit so as to give the parents the illusion of being advanced, when in fact this is average or par type work.

It is at this point that the awards for “honors” students are being given out. Really, I think that we are all selling our kids and ourselves a bit short.

So the next time you see a “my child is an honor student… blah blah”, I suggest the decal read “my child can count to 20 without removing their shoes”. There is no reason to be proud of academically average kid. Be proud of that child who goes into school and gives it their all, one hundred percent of the time. You do not need a sticker to tell you that. Competition in academia is a great thing. Your child should be made to keep up instead of having the standards lowered due to lower ability. Do not let your emotional shortcomings hold up everyone else.

That’s all I have to say about that

Ryzyn

Are you kidding me???

It is rant time again! Let us have some fun in the land of the absurd, shall we?

I read an article on the net and saw a "news" piece (if you can call it news) on a school in the Northeast region that has banned the game "Tag". No, no, no your eyes are not deceiving you, a school in Massachussettes has banned tag during recess. The reason, you may ask? Why it is because they do not want to have injuries during school hours and to avoid litigious proceedings due to the less-than-graceful, wounded baboon-like movements of other peoples children.

Now you may ask: "Gee, there Ryzyn are you not being a bit harsh on the kids?"

No I am not. The statement made is one of sarcasm. If you do not know what that word means, take the time to look it up in the dictionary.

It seems that the school boards and some parents are selling their children a little short (sorry. I could not help it. I know... Bad pun). Playing tag and games of the like gets the kids active. Lends to better coordination. Teaches the kids about what they can do. Aids in showing physical potential.

I am under the impression this train of thought (soon to be derailed) coming from the same people who are looking to completely outlaw games like dodgeball and everyones favorite game... "Kill the man with the ball!" Does this bring back memories for some? I hope so.

Here, let me help you get on the logical track. Okay? Stop trying to turn your kids into neebish little fleebs and wussies! They are kids damnit they will get cut, bumped, scraped, bruised and yes a bone or two might be broken. But fear not. For kids have the amazing ability to heal rather quickly! There is a reason why young childrens bones are so flexible, or damn near cartilige-like in nature... So the aforemention items can occurr to them without causing permanent damage to them... Yes. I am calling all of you wussy-raisers stupid. That is what you are. Try to understand. Just because you sucked at those games as children and now as adults you aspire to be nothing more than mediocre dreams of never was is no reason for you to constantly foist your weaknesses onto your children. They do not deserve that and you know it.

So pull your collective heads out of your asses and let them play. Otherwise they will wind up like the French and punk out when it comes time to really make it count.

And that's all I have to say about that...

Peece

Ryzynforce

Some Pictures

Hi again...

Just a quick update. Nothing too over the top. Here are some pictures of my kiddies...

Enjoy,

Ryzynforce

The Workout: Day 1

Have you ever had your own body curse at you? I did this morning. I tried to tell my body last night that I would be beginning a workout regimen. My body did not hear me. Or did it?

For starters, as I attempted to wake up this morning my body turned on the "but sleep feels so good" switch. Amid protests from the other parts of my body, my brain, which sometimes has a good idea once in a while, indicated to my body that this needed to be done in order to protect the entity, which is me. Albeit via protest, my body agreed to comply and of to work I go.

Upon arriving to the office I head straight to the workout room (the office I work in has an exersise facility). As the door opened and I gazed upon the equipment in the room, my legs began to scream as if something awful were shown them. It was at this time I realised that my own body was conspiring against me. An alliance had apparently formed between my abdominals and my legs without the brains' prior knowledge or consent.

So the dissention begins:

My abs and legs started sending signals to my brain. The conversation that took place, clearly was bio-electrical and occurred over the span of a few thousanths of a second (which is, as electricity goes is a long time, which means that the conversation was very lengthy). It is because the dialouge took place on a bio-electrical format, I will attempt to translate and paraphrase the conversation for you, the reader.

Legs: Well I believe that I did my job and walked us all this way. Should I really be subjected to this excess work. I mean really, We feel great.

Abs: We agree with the legs. we believe that we are holding up quite well. Honestly!... We assisted in keeping you balenced enough to get you here. Baby steps are in order. Let us revisit this issue tomorrow morning. We could then possibly consider geting on the treadmill or the eliptical machine.

Legs: Yes! Let us not be to hasty. Tomorrow will indeed be a good day to try this out.

Brain: Uh... Guys. Just so you know, I am running this show. I heard your objections and I find them to be baseless and without merit. Besides, the final decision lies with me... 'NUFF SAID!

Begrudgingly, my body began the process of the warm-up. I got on the eliptical machine and of course five minutes into the workout my heart and lungs just felt the need to chime in.

Heart: Excuse me Brain? Yes, Heart here. Ummm... I am beating really fast. I do not know that I need to be working this hard. How are my O2 stats?

Lungs: Yes Brain. Lungs here. I am doing the inhale exhale thing kind of fast. O2 levels appear to be ok but it is not going to be long before the endocrine system starts pumping lactic acid to the muscles. I received the memo a few moments ago and fatigue will not be long in coming. Should we stop.

Brain: Alright... That does it! Now I am really getting bent out of shape. Please standby...

Body: Uh-Oh!

Brain: THIS IS A FULL BODY ANNOUNCEMENT! I AM HANDLING AND MONITORING ALL FUNCTIONS! THAT IS MY JOB! SO CUT THE CRAP AND PUSH IT TO FAILURE! I WILL HANDLE THE OVERLOAD FAULT SWITCH ! I AM THE BRAIN. I SEE ALL AND KNOW ALL! DO NOT CONCERN YOURSELF WITH GETTING HURT! I WILL PREVENT ALL EXCESSIVE DAMAGE TO JOINTS AND OTHER SYSTEMS! THANK YOU!!!

Legs: (mumbles) Asshole.

Asshole: You called?

Legs: Nevermind! (sigh)

So I begin my workout. Everything is going well until we start working the hamstring muscles.

Legs: Cramp in the hamstring Mr. Smarty-stem... Now what?

Brain: Endorphines are already there and steps are already being taken to loosen it up.

Legs: (fist hitting the hamstring) BANG! BANG! BANG!... Ow Ow Ow... Oh. alright that is much better. We are loose now.

Brain: Great! Get back to work.

In the end, the workout was great. I felt good (especially after I took a shower). I think I will come back tomorrow and do mostly cardio.

Heart/Lungs: Great! You better not hurt us!

Brain: SHUT UP!

I will see you later on!

Long time no see

It has been a long time. Has it not?

I could go into the reasons why that is, but that will be a waste of perfectly good blog space. So I will get right into it.

Recently, I was watching the local news (why I subject myself to this stupidity is beyond me), and I found myself wondering why the local news stations are seemingly of the firm belief that killing, murder, mayhem and scandal are the only items that are newsworthy? What is so shameful about this is not that someone or some group was killed or acted against in a violent way -- It is that the people "informing" you about said story does not care one iota about the people involved in the story itself. You can see it in their eyes. It is as if to say... "Look. I tell you about this lady who was bludgeoned to death with her own prosthetic arm! Look at this concerned face I make. There see the look of concern and shock? You should believe me... I too am feeling her family's pain!"

To this I say... Are you kidding me with this store bought, off-the-shelf, absurd attempt at sincerity? To these news anchors, here is a simple message for you. Give us all a break. That the overall media treats the general populous like brain dead, mentally-challenged children is the true shame. Still, most of the general populous appears to accept what is fed to them so they are ignorant and ill-informed. Just the way they like it. Keep em dumb and drooling and they will ask for more.

But what about some of the better occurrences that should be newsworthy. Like the kid who does something amazing in school that can later be found to be useful to a group or community or however far reaching this can go.

There just needs to be a balance of the good and the bad. If the news can spend three weeks beating the story of a someone who shoots a police officer to death, then why cannot the same be done for someone who does good for society? Well the media would say... "Who cares about some little kid who does something great academically in school that sparks an entire movement of children who do exceptionally well in school?". Why do we not beat this story to death? Because it does not garner "ratings".

Who cares about the good stuff? I do, and so should you. What is wrong with demanding more from yourself and demanding more control with what information you receive from the world around you? If you get angry enough maybe you will.

I will try to come back with something lighter and more fun next time.

Enjoy,

Ryzynforce

Back home again

Well now... It has been a day or two since the last post and to tell the truth nothing much as happened. But I will tell you this. It is so good to be back home. I mean I really like the area of Californina that I was in but it feels nice to be back home with the family. My kids are doing great (and if I can ever get them to smile for the camera) Pictures will be coming soon. On saturday I took the faily to the golf driving range. Gina seemed not too into it at first, but when she started puttin' the hurt on the golfballs she really got into it. I took a few swings myself and when Gina and the kids started seeing how far I could hit, the really started swinging for the cheapseats (although the turf we were hitting on took most of the beating). Every now and again they hit the ball correctly and some distance was seen. It felt really good to see the smile on their faces, when to their suprise the ball carried when hit correctly. I am still learning myself but I am making sure that I am having a great time in the process. I am so glad that I had the pictures of California. I do believe that one day I will be able to afford that Nikon D50 kit and really go nutz with it.

I just spoke to my mom this morning. She too has a blog. If you are the least bit curious to find out what she has to say... It lies here

Now if I could just get my dad to post. That would be fun. You would have an entire family posting stuff. Pretty cool if'n I do say so myself.

You know I would like to end this post with something different...

I do not know who will see this or come across it but here it is:

Sometimes I like to think about the people who came into my life and are now are no longer a part of it. Some of these people I would like to think are somewhere still out there. I would like to meet you all again. So in no particular order (except the very first name set) I would like to list some of the people who have has special mening in my life and would like to meet again. Some I know I will not be able to meet again untill another time but some I know are still out there. Here they are:

Eliuterio Marti-Lopez (Abuelo)
Alma English (Dad's mom)
Hortencia
Chi-Chita
Vera Mendez
Mary Padilla
Nick's mom
Jaquiline (Jackie) Kearns
William (Billy) Iaccarino
William Iaccarino Sr. (Billiy's dad -- A really cool cat)
Ms. Iaccarino (Billy's mom)
Allison Parr
Betty Hayes
Avery Jurgen
Michael Alexander and family (Lived across the street from me in Long Island on Spring Street)
Raquel Sarino
Zaid Ansari
Anthony Ferrari
Dedrick and Martin Darclin
Joe Gulino (from elementary through sophmnore year)

That is the short list. Thank you to Mom, Dad, Gina, Hannah, Noah and to my own Phoenix.

Peeze!

Coming down to the wire

Hi all,


It is now coming to the end of my stay here in Temecula, CA. I have so much to do. I must still take pictures of the ducks and I must pick up some wine for some folks. Then I have to get on a plane back to Houston, Texas. My plane will leave at about 5:30pm and arrive in Houston at about 10:00pm. Jet lag will be hard on me. Oh well! As I write this I am trying to think of what else to write. I met some good people and learned quite a bit. Now I must apply it. I know I know you are wanting more pictures from Cal-if-orn-i-a... Alright already!


Talk to you soon,

Ryzynforce