My biggest flaw

My biggest flaw is that I have been and always am too focused on the present moment. I cannot take a step back, analyze a situation, and then discuss, respond, etc. I am always reactionary. Always. This plays itself out too often and too well in my job. I work with families of "emotionally and behaviorally disturbed" teenagers. WTF? Can someone show me a teenager that isn't emotionally or behaviorally disturbed in some way? If you can, then that is disturbing. The most disturbing thing is that teenagers can be "disturbed" simply because they are teenagers. But their parents don't have that excuse. Yes, I often relate to parents that are far more emotionally disturbed than their "disturbed" teens.

So back to my biggest flaw. I react. To situations, to people. I think it is mostly my facial expressions and partially my words. But I alway think back on a situation that happened and think, "why the hell didn't I say this that or the other thing?!!" And I always come up with something better.

I have learned to trust myself in my own reactionariness. Which is why I distrust blogging. I have too much damn time to think. But not really. When I comment, I comment in the moment. I react. And then I click the damn button and there it is, in print. Of course I think of better things to say 10 minutes later, but by then it is already too late.

Perhaps I will regret this post.


Update: I regret this post.

Home is where your wife is

I figure everyone should get a chance to see where someone lives. So here's some shots of our front porch. I particularly like our bushes. They are gnarled cedar-like trees.


bush 

rail 

front 

porch 

The Streets

 

If you're from the Streets, like I am, you'll already know that Adam has posted today. See, I'm always up on what's going on. I was even an early commenter on the most recent post at good ole Rob Schunneman's most excellent t-shirt site.

Seriously, I have my finger on the pulse of the world wide web. Seriously.

Which makes sense, since I did invent the internet . . . or rather the idea behind it.

sense since scents cents

(for instance, that was a complete senstence, for instance)

Emily's mom (also drunk). 

This is a grrreat picture of Emily's dad (my dad in-law). We just got finished drinking all afternoon in Santa Cruz. 

Word. 

Word to the Logos Legos

I decided to smoke a cigarette tonight. I know Emily would be mad at me, but it was just a nice night for a cigarette, sittin on my front porch in the dark. The kids were out and about and having a good time, probly gettin in a little trouble. The air was a little damp and cool, but not too damp and cool, if ya know what I mean.

I also watched an episode of Malcolm in the Middle at midnight tonight. The dad and the youngest son decide to build a lego city in the living room. The little son wants to make it a utopia and then becomes the dictator of the lego civilization, plotting to destroy his father with a lego army. This goes on for about three days until mom comes in the door, trips on a lego car, falls, and destroys most of the major buildings in the town . . . in slow motion.

So logically I do a search on the internet for "legos." That is when I found "The Brick Testament." Various verses of the bible acted out in lego scenes. It's really quite beautiful. You really should check this out. It'll make your week. My favorite one is when Mary asks the angel how she will bear the Christ child not having had sex with a man. He answers that the holy ghost will come upon her.

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