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Spite

I hate spite. I hate when people are purposefully mean to one another for no other reason that to be mean and hurt the other person. It's rude and disrespectful and doesn't show love or compassion for your fellow man. It doesn't gain anything but hurt. It doesn't correct any bad behavior. It just brings more and more and more pain and destroys trust.

Incomplete Story Idea - The Ritual

Lee came home and followed her typical wind-down ritual; Straight to the bedroom, pee, wash her hands and face, and then a few minutes sitting peacefully on the bed with her thoughts before getting dressed. It was the same thing every time she came home and the routine was comforting to her. She didn't even bother saying hi to anyone or kissing her boyfriend. Just straight to the room for 15 minutes of quiet.

A Skeptic's Last Day In Utopia

He laid in what he now knew was his death bed. His final moments of life were ebbing away and each breath became harder and harder. He caressed the flannel sheets underneath him, remembering the warmth of a bed and a once happy home he'd left a lifetime ago. He couldn't ever bring himself to call this place home after that. To him, this place was a lie.

Sex in the Dressing Room

It's a metaphor.

I was thinking about this sort of dichotomy in how we talk about the objectification of women but not men. How there's a perception that a man asks a woman to dress for him, or more specifically dress sexy for him, that it means the man is objectifying the woman and that's bad and he's a bad person. However, if the woman wants the man to dress "nice" for her, it is completely different and she has no untoward agenda.

Unraveled

He always worried that when he called he would be greeted with some horrible news. That his grandfather or some other family member would answer only to inform him that his grandmother had been gone for weeks. It was probably his own guilt eating away at him for not calling her more often. He always promised he would, but then remember later that it had been months and he still hadn't called. So it was, and all he could do now was wait painfully as each ring of the phone went unanswered.

Moral Dilemnitude

Yeah it's not a real word. So what!

We often face moral dilemmas in our life, moments of hypocrisy, or times when we work counter to some rule or measure. So the question becomes how do we define what's right... and what's wrong. Do we believe there is a fixed right or wrong, like there is a black and white; Fixed coordinates on a scale. Or like color are there shades of more wrong or more right and do some things look more wrong or more right based on the proximity of other colors (contexts)?

The Cloud

David Saintloth had a post about reasonable defaults when collecting EXIF data for photos (time/date, GPS, camera info, etc.,.) For example that cameras should just collect the data automatically instead of prompting and we can determine at a later date, during publication/sharing, what data we want to go out into the world. The premise would be to allow that metadata to be more useful to us when we want to sort or organize our photos.

Relations

Over the years I've had quite a variety of conversations about relationships. These have ranged from the "why won't he put the seat down" conversations to the "I quit, I'm calling the lawyer tomorrow" conversations. They all have a single underlying theme - the inability to affect meaningful change with a loved one. With years of attempting to affect some change through a variety of means, using both reward and punishment, polite requests and loud demands, regular hour long conversations and short snide passing comments, at some point desperation sets in.

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