Almost a year, and last I checked time has not stopped. Today, once tomorrow, became yesterday. It’s easy to conjure up the words to describe the passage of time (I’ve done it quite often). The poetry is cliche. The words barely capture anything tangible anyway. I can say “the sun rose and set”, but [...]

Obessions With The End

The history of the human species could be categorized as a dark comedy. It has been a bloody history, but not one completely without its brighter moments. Man’s capacity for good and for evil ensures that things will never be anything short of interesting. Regardless, it never ceases to amaze me how our fear of death feeds our hunger to know about, or to somehow discover, how it will all end.

This week on TV there were shows playing on the History Channel as part of their Armageddon week. All kinds of shows you could’ve never imagined, about all sorts of topics under the sun regarding the “end of times” (cue dramatic music and fancy visual editing–don’t forget the ominously sounding narrator). Something about the fact that there would be a week dedicated to “the end” on a cable network, seems sad to me. Are we that unhappy with our lives that we want to see them end? Fear not people! Barrack Obama will make everything better (cue heavenly light and choir of angels), the dark days of Bush are over (uh wait, what if Obama is the Antichrist!). CONTINUE READING

The State of the Things: Immigration Part 1

Cooking is the immigration quandary in this country. It is a matter with many fair points on both rational sides of the issues.  For, needless to say, there are a lot of irrational sides and irrational people making themselves heard, regarding this topic; making the perceived problem worse.

It is always important to note that this is an issue about people. Not criminals. Not monsters.

Sure racists and ignorant nativist ignite the flames of irrational fear and hate, every chance they get. They hide behind the call for an end to so-called “illegal immigration” even if they are against immigration in general. These people are always trying to sway public opinion to their cause. And as the economy worsens, people will find it easier to fall in line with those ideas.

In Nazi Germany, the fascists blamed the Jews for all the country’s troubles. Once the Jews were made into the problem. They were no longer humans, but animals, pests that they had to get rid of, and we all know how that story ended.


Consumers Staying Away?

Went to the mall for some quick shopping (or atleast for what I hoped was some quick shopping). Guess what? It was fairly quick, not that many people to navigate through. It being the weekend after Thanksgiving the stores dissapointed. Sure there were signs all over the place claiming “FOR SALE” one, two, three [...]

If the Dead Only Knew

Forget what it feels like to die or where we go after it happens. What happens to our stuff when we move on?

Our homes specifically.

Well if your home is close to or more than 100 years old it becomes a “haunt” for ghost tours of course, and the historical societies which keep them looking that pristine, authentically creepy, and definitely stand-out old (not that the little houses between huge sky scrapers didn’t give it away). YaY! History. Some of them are restaurants or reception venues others are museums now, but at one point they were homes and cherished establishments of the now “old” city. Some offer their own tours and, gasp, gift shops?! Can you smell the glorious scent of capitalism in the air? Making money off the dead?

At the Philemon Bryan House

At the Philemon Bryan House

Last night I went on a ghost tour of Ft. Lauderdale. Interestingly, it felt more like a history tour, and gave me interesting insights about the city and its origins (not to mention a scandal or two). Unexpectedely we also got tidbits about real estate and manatee watching (bonus features are cool). We passed by old homes and establishments like the Stranahan House, the Philemon Bryan House, and The New River Inn. It was a walking tour, but the weather was nice so it helped. We listened to the stories, made note of the ghosts (and their profiles–no not myspace) which supposedly haunted these places. We even got to hear recordings of whispers “made” by these restless spirits.  It turns out that they are not very shy. Inside the houses anyway.

We did not get a chance to go inside any of these haunted places though, which was better than I thought it would be (considering it would’ve been cool to experience some of the stuff which supposedly goes on in these places), the tour guide was entertaining and the information was all new to me so, in the end, I guess I found it easy to overlook that tiny detail that had us peering through windows into dark rooms with ghosts in them, surely waving at us from inside, teasing us with their un-experiencable invisibility. CONTINUE READING