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The Rules

You asked, so here they are: Below is a list of the calculations that I use as a guide to life in general.  They work, so ‘them’s the rules’. Enjoy!

Rule #1: (AKA: the shit and shinola rule).  The one rule you can never afford to not remember:  Always know the difference between shit and shinola.  Both of them will shine your shoes, but one of them is shit.

Rule #2: (AKA; The Banana Peel Rule) this rule can be exemplified in many ways, and it is: It’s not over ‘till the fat lady sings, etc.  This is the example that I use:   As is the case with most of the rules of human life, the banana peel is based on a catastrophic calamity that befalls a person, just before they succeed; like hitting the winning home run, or finishing the big project, or closing the big deal, or finishing the formula that will win you the Nobel Prize, or finally walking up to the girl (or guy) that you can’t get out of your head and asking them out.  Anything at all that is considered to be a success or an accomplishment; big or small, has a banana peel.

The narrative is as follows:  “Among the plethora of qualities that abound in a human being, the most impacting one is our ability to think.  Thinking includes paying attention.  Thinking also requires an expenditure of energy.  Both of these are things that most of us would rather not do if given the choice. Most of us would rather find a shortcut, a cheat sheet, an advantage, a secret passage, an enchanted potion or even a magic pill that will allow for us to not have to think or expend energy, even though we know they don’t exist. This is not an inherent human quality, it is a LEARNED behavior.

For example:  Imagine yourself running a race.  A competitive foot race, let’s say a thousand meter race.  The race itself could represent anything; a job, an idea, a challenge, a problem, life.  The starter pistol goes off and you fly into the lead, running like no one has ever run.  You are a human gazelle and suddenly you have a one, two, three, five and finally a ten-man lead over the rest of the competition.  You are so far ahead that the crowd is in frenzy and your head swims with the thought of the adoration, adulation, fame and fortune that will be heaped upon your feet when you are named as the winner.   Suddenly, there it is.  You can see it; the finish line.  The long tape stretched across the track receives only one of the competitors in its warm embrace. It’s so close that you can smell it and you believe you can actually feel its proximity.  You risk a quick look back and the guy who will end up in second place is so far behind you that it is ridiculous.  You look at the finish line again and you could swear it was just a few inches away and then at that moment, we screw the pooch.  We feel and believe that we already won and this learned behavior kicks in and sends a signal to your conscious rational cognitive thinking mechanism that convinces you that you already won.  You ego tells you:  That’s it, nobody can catch you now.  You are the king, the winner, numero uno, the top dog – and immediately after you believe it, a mere two feet from the tape, and you stop trying.  You figure that the inertia alone will carry you across the finish line well before anyone else catches up and you BELIEVE that you are unstoppable and that certain victory is yours and as a result; you stop thinking and stop paying attention and stop running the race and you start to celebrate!  Right there, at that moment; 14 inches before hitting the tape and actually winning, that’s when you slip on the banana peel that is always laying on the track – because you weren’t paying attention – and you slip on it, fall down and bust your ass.  You fall so hard that you can’t get up.  You may even have a fracture of the hip or the coccyx.  You agonize in pain but you can’t get up because your busted your ass when you fell.  You try to crawl and begin to sob, thinking you can drag your way across the finish line before anyone else gets near, but you are in too much pain.  A slip and bust-your-ass fall on a banana peel during a full-on sprint at the end of a 1000 meter race will bust your ass for real.  Suddenly, one, then two, then all of the other runners cross the finish line.  The guy that you were laughing at only minutes before because he was going to end up in second place WON, and the adoration, adulation, triumph and celebrity that were supposed to be yours are taken away just like that.

As you are being carried away in a stretcher to an ambulance, never having actually crossed the finish line at all, you scream in a fit or pure anger at the sky and complain to whoever it is that you pray to.  You complain and say “It’s not fair!”   Not fair?  What is fair? As the saying goes; it’s not over ‘till it’s over or it’s not over ‘till the fat lady sings, the moral is the same.  There’s no excuse for taking your eye off the ball while it’s in play or for slacking off because you believe it’s a “sure thing”.  The moment that you do, I promise you; that banana peel will be there, waiting for you.  What a person starts, they must finish.  Mediocrity is not a human genetic trait.   Now you know, and because you know, you don’t have to slip on the banana peel.  Life is a 24 hour, 7 day per week job.  Nobody gets time off from life, nobody gets a break and we should never need to feel like we need a break from life.   None of us should ever forget about the banana peel, every day, our lives depend on paying attention to what we’re doing, and if you don’t , the banana peel will still be there and you will slip on it and bust your ass.   Remember to step OVER the banana peel when you see it.

Rule #3: The RIGHT thing to do almost never the BEST thing to do.

Rule #4:  The movements rule:  “In all of human history, the only Movement that ever actually accomplished anything is the BOWEL MOVEMENT.  Don’t become part of a movement.

Rule #5: (The human fickleness algorithm).  The difference between a reason and an excuse can usually be determined by a person’s mood.

Rule #6:  You can have anything in this universe that you desire…just not right now.

Rule #7:  Never waste an opportunity, any opportunity – you never know when you might get hit by a bus.

Rule #8: Nobody in this world, nobody, DESERVES anything.  We must WORK for what we have and EARN it.  We all know this.

Rule #9:   It’s not the count of how many things we do that matters, what counts is how many of those things that we do, matter.

Rule #10:  In the whole wide world, nothing is any more or less important than any other thing.

Bonus Rule:  I didn’t write this one, a Franciscan Monk did almost 600 years ago.  Occam’s Razor is a must for every person:  entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitate The most practical translation for this is:  Don’t complicate anything more than what is necessary.

Happy Thanksgiving!

ctwfrank

 

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Erratic Election

One doesn’t need to go into a poltical analysis or any of the traditional comparisons usually invoked in the process of deciding who to vote for.  Before debating issues & platforms, we first have to realize and understand that Donald Trump is a dick. That is inarguable and irreconsilable. We shouldn’t elect the first woman President in history because the other candidate is a dick, but it sure looks like that’s what will happen. Good thing too, because Trump is such a dick.

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HOPE

I don’t want to lose hope. . . so I won’t.    

CTWFRANK

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September 3, 2016

Good Morning! 

Today is my 55th birthday. I’ve been waiting a long time for this particular one.  My 55th year is when I have the opportunity to realize the possibilty of inspiring enough of us that we change the world, together.  I am only one of “us” and it is WE who are the identity of humanity. I love Socrates, but his math was incorrect; “I think, therefore I am” is not the validation of a human being, it is “WE think together and by doing so,we become more.”  That is our strength, we are a genetic collective.  If we are ready, then I volunteer to be one start it off. I donate this birthday to all of us, because without us it’s just a day.  Let’s celebrate it together an allow all of us to feel the connection that we share, but haven’t used.  Today, wherever you may be in the world, take one moment at 4;00 pm EST in the usa and wish us all a happy birthday. You dont have to write anything or post anything, you just have to MEAN it.  If enough of us do, we will all ne able to feel the energy of that particular consensus. and the instant we do, we change the world and become more than we were, we become US.  We are all we have.

We can do better, I have faith in us. 

Happy Birthday!

Ctwfrank

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Sept 2, 2016

Good morning!

Today is Sept 2 and as is the case with every other Sep 2, on the day before my birthday, I ponder whether or not I’m interested in another year of being me. It’s a mad scientist thing, but with a purpose. I refuse to merely exist or survive, I want to be and feel ALIVE every day. 

Some years its a challenge, this year required no pondering at all or making any choice at all. For the first time in my life, WE made that choice, others participated in a very personal decision that turns out to not be so personal. It doesn’t matter what I want for ME, when another person(s) wants you to be here now, and it’s genuine, it changes the whole world, and allows for the genetic collective to kick in. Nothing compares to that feeling. 

Today for the first time in my life, I’m proud to be a human being, because I understand that without US, I am just an incomplete life form. I love each and every one of us, all 7,546,112,338 of us. (As of 6:43 am EST.)

Ctwfrank

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21ST CENTURY QUIRKS AND NUANCES

Today I received a call on my cell phone from myself; that is to say that the caller id indicated that I was the caller.  This was at first confusing, but then intriguing, so I dared myself to answer…myself and see what I wanted, but I chickened out.  A few minutes later, I called myself again and this time, I was not happy with myself for interrupting me!  I should know how busy I am, so this time I answered.  I guess I had nothing to say to myself because I hung up.  Then I started worrying that I would begin to call constantly and make a nuisance of myself to me, I got so worked up I had to take a Xanax, but only a .5, they just relax you a bit.  Then I wondered if I could block my own number so I couldn’t call myself anymore and even though it seemed a bit paradoxical, I decided to try it, so I blocked my own number and about 30 seconds later, the lights dimmed a bit and every toilet in zip code 33317 flushed simultaneously, resulting in an overload on the water management mechanism that uses the intra-coastal waterway as a drainage system.  The overload strained the pressure filters in the main reservoir, causing an electromagnetic surge to be emitted into the water of the main reservoir which is connected to the canal system that runs through the entire city including my back yard.  The surge was so powerful that it caused a a chemical reaction that resulted in spontaneous mass electrolysis, separating the water into oxygen and hydrogen in two gigantic bubbles at high velocity.  Gas doesn’t navigate very well so the bus-sized bubbles couldn’t turn right when the canal did and hit the retaining wall of the canal, bursting and shooting thousands of tiny hydrogen and oxygen bubbles into the air.  The hydrogen bubbles rose to the level of the power lines running along the streets and ignited upon contact, creating thousands of small ‘pop’ mini explosions.  Fortunately, they were so small they didn’t do any damage but the sound they made was identical to the mating call of Mothra (from the Godzilla movie), who showed up 3 minutes later and tried to mate with a trawling dredge towing a net to clean the canal (Mothra doesn’t see too well).  In all the excitement, the skipper of the dredge panicked and reached for his cell phone to call for help but got confused and dialed his own number by mistake and then the universe disappeared.

Only in 2016.

Laugh every once in a while, it cleans the soul’s palate and makes the world taste a little bit better.   – ctwfrank

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Wordplay 2016: The irony of irony

A pristine example of the continued dismantling of significance and meaning in the use of the English language is found in the word IRONY.  Most people don’t know what it actually means and almost everyone thinks it means something else.  Further, the word is used in the common lexicon as if what everyone thinks it means is real and correct and by virtue of being accepted as such, its warped meaning becomes true by consensus.

An example of this phenomenon can be seen in popular music, specifically one song, titled Ironic.  This is not a criticism of the song or its spectacular author and singer; in fact the song is a personal favorite.  This is an observation of a linguistic affectation manifested by the civilization dynamic, not a judgment.  The lyrics of the song give examples of ironies such as, “rain on your wedding day” and “winning the lottery, then dying the very next day”.  These are excellent lyrics as far as communicating the sentiment that the song is imbued with; one that aligns perfectly with what almost everyone thinks is irony, but it’s not.   The ironies cited in the lyrics are actually examples of bad luck or negative causality, but not irony.  So then, what does irony actually mean?  Let’s look at the dictionary:

i·ro·ny
ˈīrənē/
noun: irony+9

  1. the expression of one’s meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.
  2. a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.
  3. a literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character’s words or actions are clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character.

 

The third definition is the one that gave birth to the word linguistically; its morphemic roots are tied to dramatic theater and form part of the literary forms that includes satire.

 

In conclusion, it turns out that irony is ironic; literally.

 

ctwfrank

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Wordplay for a new world

When exactly did we stop nurturing our GOALS with desire, hard work and vision and begin imbuing them with expectations and conditions, usually measured with money and time?

We can do better.

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From the book of Murphy’s Laws:

Jenning’s Corollary to the Law of Selective Gravity

“The chance of the bread falling with the buttered side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.”

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