Objective Truth

I’m going to take a quick respite from trying to process what is going on with my father to get out the firehose for some of the folks that I’ve seen in debate with various Jenner and Dolezal-related issues over the last two weeks.  Hopefully, I can bring a little clarity to several of you who seem to be struggling and are perhaps out of your depth when it comes to the following two topics.

First, there is no such thing as “my” truth.  There is simply “the” truth.  The truth is objective.  The truth is reality.  The truth is a little bit of science, a little bit of religion, a little bit of philosophy, and a whole lot of reality.  The truth does not change and does not waver.  It is as solid as concrete and tough as forged steel.  The truth is the same for us all, only some of us choose not to see it.  There is simply one truth.  A person either accepts that or they don’t .

You can, however, have “my” perspective or “my” opinion or “my” feelings.  Those are accurate statements.  Those are things that actually exist.

Any time you hear someone say “this is my truth” you need to understand one thing above all else…you need to understand that that person is self-delusional and is not to be trusted.  You can pity them, you can humor them, but if you keep their company or listen to their counsel, you are a fool.

Second, you can say that you are whatever you want, but that doesn’t make it true.  I will give you an example:

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This is Bruce Ernest Greene.  He is my son and he is 2 1/2.  Two days ago, he decided that he was “Star Rebel” who is presumably some intergalactic rapscallion, much like Han Solo.  Although I am certainly proud of my son’s imagination and taste, he is not Star Rebel…he is Bruce.  He is always Bruce, although he may choose to pretend that he is a puppy or “some kid” or Star Rebel.

I hope that this helps some of you folks regain your center.  If not, our next discussion might cover a couple of different topics, such as whether or not a person can actually contract Sickle Cell Anemia as an indicator of racial determination or perhaps a lengthy treatise on Y Chromosomes.

This week, more than ever, I am acutely aware that there are far better ways for us to be spending our time than debating issues which are best left with those who are directly involved.  Our propensity to waste time on such issues and internet drivel is staggering.

I want to write something really profound, but my day sucked.

I’m going to take a cue from Red vs. Blue and release a pre-planned PSA when I just can’t make my self-imposed deadline.

If you were any sort of fan of the Christian Alternative and Hard Music Scene in the 90’s, you owe it to yourself to listen to the two following podcasts:

The Never Was Podcast

The Urban Achiever Show

These two podcasts are done by Mark Salomon, of The Crucified and Stavesacre, and Billy Power, formerly of Tooth and Nail Records and Blenderhead.  Start with their first shows and listen all the way through.  They have some of the best conversations regarding music, life, and faith that I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

Bluetooth Keyboard

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This little guy has changed the way that I use my smartphone.  About a year ago, Jessica and I were discussing whether or not we needed to buy another laptop because we had just had one die and our other one was on its last legs.

We talked about the actual usefullness of a full-fledged laptop versus a Chromebook.  As we decided that a Chromebook was not quite as useful as a laptop, we came to a realization.

The smartphones that we carry in our pockets everyday are at least, if not more, capable than most Chromebooks.  They have constant connectivity to the internet, either over wi-fi or cellular data.  They have all the same apps and even sport better cameras and microphones.  Also, as screens on smartphones get bigger, it is much easier to see the interface.  Really, the only drawback is that nobody really likes typing on a smartphone screen.

Enter the solution:  Ta da!  The cheap bluetooth keyboard.  This one cost me about $19 on Amazon and every smartphone has bluetooth.  This means that you can spend less than $20 and you can have a very capable computer in your pocket.

Now, to be honest, I don’t keep the keyboard with me everywhere I go, but I can take it wherever I need it.  The bonus is that it doesn’t just work with phones.  It works with all tablets and just about all computers. 

No more taking a laptop on trips.  No more worrying about how TSA is going to treat my computer.  No more worrying about whether the hotel has wi-fi.  No more worrying about expensive equipment.  Just a whole lot of pure functionality.

This single keyboard has changed the way that both myself and my wife interact with our technology.  The best part?  We only need one keyboard for all of our devices.

I know this is excessively “techy” but I thought that I would share the idea.  I sure has saved us a lot of money and really increased our functionality.  In fact, I wrote this whole post on my cell phone.  There is no way that I would have done that without this keyboard.

Wow! That was a full day.

My day started with meeting this guy:

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It continued by hanging out with this guy:

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After that, there was a lot of cleaning and putting away camping gear, hanging out with my family, and mowing.  Lots and lots of mowing.  I love weekends like this, but they make me feel old.  Tired and old.

Fortunately, tomorrow will afford lots of opportunities to process the weekend and prepare for the upcoming week.  Perhaps tomorrow will bring something profound.  Regardless, last night’s camping and today’s mowing were a welcome respite from this past week’s media onslaught of dreck; focusing on everything from the Duggars to Bruce Jenner’s sex change.  There is nothing like a little bit of time outdoors to make one realize exactly how little the lives of celebrities that I have never met should mean to me.

My daughter got to hold a frog.  My son ate a bunch of marshmallows and entertained everyone with whom he came into contact, today.  I took care of the yard at my parent’s house.  I really didn’t have time to care about the internet.  it was nice.

The Absolute Last Place Where You Would Expect To Find Something Profoundly Truthful

FWord2I don’t make any apologies for my musical tastes.  Like everyone else born in the early 70’s, I grew up listening to the radio and then MTV.  A steady diet of pop and country (because of my parents) gave way to rock and metal and then eventually, punk.  Punk music of just about any form is the ultimate panacea for those of us with attention disorders.  It keeps us focused and productive, all while railing against the society which produced all of the jerk-wads who picked on us for being socially awkward.  I call that a win-win.

However, as much as I love punk music, the last thing that you can call punk music is a source of wisdom for a well-adjusted adult life.  Anti-antidisestablishmentarianism will only take someone so far.  You can imagine my surprise when I watched a documentary which was referred to me by a friend and I found that several of the pillars of the punk community have had kids and have some serious wisdom to offer, regarding fatherhood.  The documentary is called “the other F word” and you can find it here.

Be warned, this film is not safe for work…or kids…and most pets.  If you choose to watch it, ignore Fat Mike.  He is an idiot and a pervert.  Beyond that, you will find a collection of men (often from broken homes) who had kids and suddenly discovered that being a father brought about an amazing change in priorities.

What I found to be amazing was how much that it instinctively made sense to these guys to put their kids first.  The amount of traditional family values coming out of these guy’s mouths is absolutely astounding and it left me with this one, profound takeaway:  There is absolutely no excuse for not being there for your kids.

Not one acceptable excuse.

If this bunch of non-conformists and screw-ups can figure that out with all of their baggage, then anyone can.  Seriously, hearing Mark Hoppus of Blink 182 question how it was ever okay for parents to just let their kids roam the neighborhood from school letting out until the street lights came on was just sublime.  Mark Hoppus.  Mark “running through the streets naked in a music video” Hoppus.  Yeah, wisdom from guys like that.

Countdown to June 2nd, 2016

I’m headed somewhere and I’ve spent the last few months really contemplating the destination.  After taking my last birthday in stride, I’m making plans for what I want to do with the rest of my life.  It is kind of like constructing a road map for an open-ended road trip.  I don’t know where I am going to end up, but I definitely need to know where I am headed.  I think that taking some time to intentionally plot one’s future falls firmly within the realm of “if you fail to plan, you plan to fail”.

As part of the introspection process, I couldn’t help but notice where we all are as a society in contemporary America and I’ve come to a conclusion:  the wheels are about to come off of this thing.  I don’t meant that we’ve got a flat tire and have just not noticed the noise.  I mean that we are doing 120 mph and there is maybe one lugnut left on each wheel.  We’ve got some serious problems.

So, here is my solution.  I’ve been doing a lot of reading, reorganizing, and re-prioritizing.  In fact, I believe that all of us needs to start with a hard look in the mirror before we set about to address larger issues.  Regardless, I have some goals in place for myself and one of them is that I am going to write every single day from a whole year.  While this is primarily an exercise in writing for my own benefit, I also hope that publishing on the website will give me some accountability…along with a forum to either address some issues which merely need clarity or set fire to some issues which need to be burned to the ground.