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Testosterooms

chunks of meat

I had just finished up the last post and a Campbell’s Soup commercial came on in which it proclaimed something like “…with chunks of meat that guys love…”, ooh, how I dislike generalizations… I like your soup, I think, just not your views on consumers

What are some of your “favorites”?

My name is X.

The medium for this post is in the infant clothing section at the store of your choice…

One day a baby was born, named X, so that nobody but the child’s parents would know the gender.  When the Joneses came home with their child all of their family was there (none of them knowing about their secret).  No one knew what to say when the Jonses proclaimed “It’s and X!”…. (from the essay X-A Fabulous Child’s Story by Lois Gould -> Google it)

When I finished reading the essay I was surprised at how many preconceived expressions/thoughts/actions were questioned by not knowing the gender of the child.  Something as simple as buying clothes becomes a situation because, well, do we buy blue or pink (because obviously every boy should be in blue and every girl in pink… right?).  Do we sign the child up for football or cheerleading?  Do we buy them the “Boys’ Fire Engines” or “Girls’ Housekeeping Sets”?  The examples are endless. Let’s take another look at what we might automatically assume simply based on whether somebody is a boy or a girl.

I’ll leave you with this mental picture, which still makes me laugh a little inside. Imagine a place where the boys wear Victoria’s Secret PINK fleece pants and the girls wear loose blue/grey sweats… Strange? I think so, but does it matter?  Good luck finding the answer to why blue is for boys and pink is for girls (in most cases).

It was just a dream.

What happens after you close your eyes at night and fall asleep… ever wondered?  What do your dreams mean, if anything?  Ink really exercised my imagination with regard to both of those questions.  The movie is a testament to low-budget creativity, however, the soundtrack seems anything but low-budget. Let’s say our medium for this post is a deep sleep wrapped in curiosity.  I don’t want to give away the “answers” to the questions I posed so check out this movie, enjoy, and sleep well…

tommorrow is a mystery

As a person who plans, a lot, I struggle with the thought of tomorrow being a mystery.  I already have appointments set up for this coming week and plans for weekends next month but I really don’t even know what tomorrow holds.

We’re surrounded by mystery.  A wise man once said, “yesterday is history; tomorrow is a mystery”.

Saturday moring coffee with a side of new opinions

It was at the close of bible study one night that a friend of mine mentioned this blog to somebody else.  I, for whatever reason, was immediately intrigued by the title and the brief description she gave.  My busy life consumed me after that, sadly, and it wasn’t until the following weekend while on a short road trip with my partner that we read this post.   Warm up your coffee and set aside any preconceived notions…

Should This Be the Last Generation?

I think this link to the Opinionator is one of the most appropriate posts for this blog’s theme of mediums, considering the emphasis put on this world we live in.  If you’re willing, consider the response:

A Response: Should This Be the Last Generation?

ooooweeee, what up wit’ dat

This thing got so stale over the summer that there was only dust left when I signed back in! Have no fear; all this time away has left me with much to write about (and a lot of new media). Sorry to those who got sick of no new content.

1906 Park AVE

Let’s go way back, in time, to 1788 when Cincinnati was founded and imagine what it was like.  See everything in color not black and white like the photos portray it.  A smattering of houses along the banks of the river, steamboats, no bridges over the river.  Fast forward ~50 years and the first US telescope arrives here in Cincinnati.  It’s still here and operating in Mt. Lookout; I just saw Mars with it the other night.  Fast forward another 64 years and watch the construction of the “country apartments” known as The Verona.  Now it’s 2010 and I’m living here in The Verona, calling it my home, enjoying its splendor.  Here’s to those preserving our countries history and craftsmanship that you just can’t find anymore.  In today’s medium history is flourishing and this old place is still functioning.

About The Verona: The National Register-listed landmark was built in 1906 as country apartments for Cincinnati city dwellers. The Verona was developed by the Emery family and designed by Joseph Steinkamp and features marble stairwells, 12-foot ceilings, landscaped courtyard, multiple entrances, and open-air sleeping porches combining Neoclassical and English Revival influences.

Stay tuned for more posts about Cincinnati, one of America’s first boomtowns and all of the history that brings.

talk less, say more

I caught the touchy-feely bug this morning while I was reading at the market.  Here’s what I found and let’s preface it with a medium of serenity.

“Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breathe more; talk less, say more; hate less, love more; and all good things are yours.” -proverb

How fast are you going?

There are a lot of  mediums wrapped up in this post. Consider all of the places you could be right now reading this, for example, on the bus/train, in the car (as a passenger I hope), on the treadmill/elliptical, walking, flying and the list goes on.  If you aren’t moving and just sitting somewhere you may think the answer to the questions is simply 0 mph but I would encourage you to think carefully about that.  Some may argue that you are actually moving ~60mph as you sit on the Earth orbiting the Sun.

As short and bitter-sweet as this post may be I hope we take away the notion that things are not always as they seem, initially, until we dive deep and fly high to uncover the whole truth.

So, how fast are you going?