"I gotta pee pee"

January 30, 2012. There was no time on the meter, but I let this one slide because it made me laugh... and I believed it was true.

"Bumperstickers" (and the -ish) Archive

I don't know why the archives thing took so long to conceive. Stickers is a great one, too! There are a lot of inspired people out there, and I aim to share their feelings with you, as they have shared them with many a seeing passerby ('cept when i think their feelings are lame, i will snidely heckle their sticker choices here). For uncertain benefit. *If you dig this post, be sure to click on the "stickers" label at the end (or on the right sidebar) to see earlier posts of the like - there are a few great ones that need be viewed, such as the now oft-quoted "the meek shall inherit the earth/the rest of us are going to the stars!" awesome.

I find this super lame. (December 30, 2011)

This is what i likes. Homemade MTV is Fake is the first nomination for the Bumpersticker of the Year 2012 award. Vote on the sidebar to the right! (January 1, 2012)

I love this one too. (January 6, 2012)

Feb. 27, 2012. I be-alive we will get what we want through "Time's alchemy." It's like the metaphor of the field (I heard of this via Eckhart Tolle (paraphrasing)): "there's a barren field, a fertile seed flies in and grows into a flower, at first it's just the lone flower, but that flower releases more seeds - the next year there are a few more flowers, which in turn release seeds which become flowers - eventually the field is half flowers, then more than half, and so on.." Of course, this metaphor perhaps needs to be supplemented with the caution that we be flowers, not weeds. In order to make ourselves flowers, I recommend meditation. We must find and experience beauty firsthand, else we're susceptible to assimilating and perpetuating ideas outdated and/"or" counterproductive. I be-alive in us.

Feb. 27, 2012. This is why.

Random Shit (Pun Intended) Archive

This is a very large doodoo-y handprint. (January 10, 2012)

Characters! (Archive?)

Told ya i'm into the archives. I'm not sure how they'll update/alert those "following" the blog though. Perhaps i'll sign up sos i can see.. mmm hmmm. I'll try to write something soon too, instead of just posting lots of pictures. I do enjoy these pics though! Oh, how i enjoy them!

(*remember - you can enlarge the photos by clicking on them)

December 17, 2011

October 20, 2011. This dude was cool enough to let me snap his photo to share with a friend on her birthday. I told him I knew she'd like nothing more than his picture as a gift, so he obliged. Note the sandwich in his right hand. When we were discussing wether or not the picture came out ok he realized I'm a parking officer and started to freak out a little, thinking I was going to get him in trouble, as he was double-parked (parked in a traffic lane). I told him all was indeed well, and it is. I blurred his face a little for privacy. ..But if you know him, you know him. No question.

George. Oh, so many stories about George aka "Wild Man." The broom may seem eccentric, but if you're familiar with George, you know it somehow makes sense. Last summer he and I traded hats one day - I wore his army helmet while he wore my straw hat. Another time, my "significant other" :) saw him driving/riding his automatic wheelchair down the yellow lines of a significantly inclined and very busy street. This photo: Feb. 21, 2012. Notice the shades in his right hand. :) Much love, George. Truly, he seems to be a sweet man.

Dogs in Cars (Archive)

I'm diggin the idea of collections (not money - though we do, so watch out)/archives. Here's Dogs in Cars: one of my favorites!

Buddy (December 8, 2011)

Hmmm.. I'll do better. (Dec. 17, 2011)

Cuties (see!) (Dec. 17, 2011)

I am the "Ghost," after all... :) (inside joke). This dog didn't bark - a very sweet pup. (Dec. 19, 2011)

Good dog. Bad dog owner? (Dec. 19, 2011)

Mean as hell poodle, foaming with rage. I ticketed this car, too. (Ha! - perhaps I did take a little pleasure in it..)
(Dec. 20, 2011)

Awww... (Dec. 29, 2011)

YIKES!!! (Dec. 29, 2011)

December 30, 2011

December 30, 2011 *most dogs in cars don't like me (2461p)

January 6, 2012

January 7, 2012

January 7, 2012 - day of sweet doggies

HA! - January 9, 2012

DOGS IN CARS DON'T LIKE ME! - January 10, 2012

Feb. 8, 2012. I looked at this dog for so long that the car/dog "owner" came back before I wrote the (deserved) ticket. Good boy!

Feb. 9, 2012. Sneaks McPensivepants

HALL OF FAME!!!!! - Feb. 15, 2012. This dog wins! I promise that by the time I got within 15 feet of this car this pooch started wagging his tail (and body) (click on this image to see a bigger version and look at that face!!!!) so hard that it SET OFF THE CAR ALARM! If I hadn't met my lover on the job, this event would be the best thing yet that's happened in my tenure as "meter butler." I love this dog. (He paused for a second when the alarm started going off, like he'd sort of registered that he may've done it, but barely skipped a beat - squintin them eyes, waggin away. Yes. !

Feb. 17, 2012

Feb. 17, 2012

Feb. 21, 2012



May 24, 2012

Occupy Wall St./Grains of Sand

There's an Occupy Wall St. function happening downtown. I just got back from checking in with them on my way home from some friends' place. I didn't really want to go as I wasn't (and still am not, as i've not yet read the nice pamphlet i received) sure what they're all about, and I don't want to go all willy-nilly just joining up, underinformed, in demonstrations (i'd protest that technique!). Really, I felt compelled to check in because I was afraid that there might be some angry person, holding a sign in the cold nighttime rain, motivated mostly by rage and a feeling of insignificance in the world, and I couldn't just drive by without making the effort to get in there and offer companionship, a hand, an ear, some conversation - whatever made sense and felt like neighborly love, when I got there.

I'm happy to report that OF THE 10 PEOPLE STANDING IN SOLIDARITY, ALL SEEMED TO BE CALM - CHEERFUL, EVEN: I see this as agreeable evidence for the Franklian hypothesis that working for a purpose is what makes a life happy/rich; The Occupiers seem to've found VOICE AND COMMUNITY in their efforts, and their good spirits and smiles, bright through the cold rain of the evening, suggest that this camaraderie really is more satisfying and motivating than greed (as evidenced through their enjoyment of their companions, in preference to bitter singularity of mind about the injustice of the situation that spurred them.)

Bless them, they're rich. How well do they know it?

There was another hard problem brought to light as well - those riding by in new trucks and luxury sedans, persons whose youth betrays their ability to've "earned" and purchased these vehicles through "jobs" they've worked themselves (probably), yelling things like "Capitalism!" ("rocks" is implied, i guess) and "Get a job!". Thankfully, there weren't many of these Jokers (to borrow a friend's euphemism), but they are a relevant part of the scene. For utilitarian reasons, i hope they felt dumb and confused when they heard what they'd barked, but I'm not angry with them, as chances are they "know little what they do," and hopefully the confusion as to why the antagonism didn't fill their hearts with satisfaction will inspire them to search their souls for a harmonic answer. In attempt to be a good neighbor/blogger, I'll explain why the heckle is unfulfilling, in case anyone reading is interested: THE FACT THAT THE HECKLE "GET A JOB" OCCURRED PROVES THAT THE PERSON BEING HECKLED IS DOING A JOB: the job is raising awareness, and the heckle wouldn't've occurred if awareness hadn't been raised. Simple. Yet elusive nonetheless. This is why that heckle can't be satisfying - it's delusion. 

If we follow this line a little further, we also come upon this gem (which eventually ends up diluting Occupy's cause, which I'll treat a bit later in this post): work is seen to necessitate attention to its purpose, generally thought of as the result of a task's completion. To complete a task, one must become acquainted with the spiritual aspect of work - judgement - actions are determined to be more or less beneficial to the present goal and choices are made about what to pursue and what to avoid. It is at this stage of judgement that something very subtle and magical happens, something that can often go long unnoticed: a doubling-back to contemplation of the purpose of the work requires a value judgement of the purpose of the WORK ITSELF, not as an end to be met, BUT AS AN IMPORTANT AND MEANINGFUL SET OF ACTIONS TO PERFORM. Yes, these actions are often motivated by end goals but, to achieve any end, we must accept the means; Simply put: THE QUIET MEANING OF WORK IS TO TEACH US WHAT WE CONSIDER VALUABLE AND WORTHWHILE WAYS TO SPEND OUR TIME: we learn, to borrow another common phrase: "how far we're willing to go," and how close those lengths are to our psyches.

Hence, we experience a taste of spiritual awareness in this quest for compatibility of desire and action. As this awareness develops, the same technique used to evaluate the efficiency of accomplishing work is applied to personal concepts not often thought of as "work," like Ethics or diet, and a sense of Self coheres, as does, eventually, a sense of Other I beyond which little else is desired than what is needed to survive (all action at this point becomes a sort of Art). What is desired beyond peace can only be greed. Peace is the end to which all activity strives - be it an antagonistic heckle, or a prolonged struggle for an end to human rights abuses of others. Greed, in itself need not be feared however - the desire which inspires greed is an innate human characteristic, responsible for many of the "good" works done in the world - when the greed is for communication.

So I believe in the right for people to assemble and discuss - even "hate groups," because honesty is the only way to come to Presence with/for oneself, and become alive, and become involved. The dead don't negotiate, and neither does "karma" (Mystery), so this is really an individual-mental-health-peace issue. (This motion/area is something i'm VERY interested in, as it relates to perception/faith/feelings/ALL: my heartmind tells me that this area is the home of God - the general vicinity where people learn to "let go"/to "trust"/be faithful/relinquish the obsession of judging others; this is the place where salvation is born to be nurtured (as Art/Life), or where a soul and journey freeze (Dante, anyone?).

Ok...

All that said, I do find Wall St. is sketchy: mostly because I am skeptical of interest rates, imaginary money, and other things like that - I've watched the Zeitgeist movies (which are quite thought-provoking/mind-blowing, see: long segment about money, short segment about money); I also STRONGLY AGREE WITH THIS ARTICLE which coherently explains why "HORMONALLY-DRIVEN YOUNG MEN SHOULD NOT BE LEFT ALONE IN CHARGE OF OUR FINANCES".

Yet, not only despite but, in my view, because of these troubling situations, I'M FAITHFUL THAT OUR GLOBAL SOCIETY IS ALWAYS MOVING TOWARD SUSTAINABILITY, RESPECTFULNESS, AND PEACE. (I like to think of society as a marble sculpture in progress).

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I'm glad i went, and now MUST get to bed. Tired. Work in the morning. Sorry if it's a little sloppy, but i think it'll do (this post, and maybe my work tomorrow, too :P)

Best wishes, friends.
(*this is parking-related because i talked about work with a homeless guy i see around a lot while i was down there, AND the demonstration is basically in my office, assuming i have an office. if i do, the demonstration's there.)

Good night. Sweet dreams.
Good morning. Be you. And be sweet if possible. We're delicate.
Oh, the grains of sand: Gandhi said that a even a grain of sand can stop the mightiest machine, if there are enough of them (or something like that - it's inspiring for me, and it seems to apply).
:)
 "there can be no social change without spiritual change first" - swami vivekananda

"Beau Online"

I really like this note-to-self:

I found this at a hoity-toity (sp?) function. The mayor spoke. People wore suits. This was on the ground. One of my favorites ever.