Boston marathon bombing one more reason we will never have world peace

It’s times like these that I’m reminded that we will never have world peace in this lifetime.

I know it’s a strong statement to make, but think about it: world peace means peace on Earth, it means there is no more fighting and no more wars and no more extremists going around blowing up innocent people who just wanted to partake in a normal community event such as a marathon.

It makes me sick to think that some people exist in this world for the sole purpose of bringing harm to others, people they’ve never met and don’t know at all. People who have families and friends and day jobs and dreams and goals, and maybe some debt they’re trying to pay off and maybe some issues they’re trying to work out but overall, these people are good-hearted, normal, everyday people who just want to enjoy their lives. And then some crazy person(s) with a bomb has to come along and screw all that up.

I wish I knew more about what goes on in the minds of people like this, because it really baffles me, truly. Maybe if I knew more about psychology and how the mind works I would comprehend a little more, but even then I think I’d still have a hard time rationalizing it.

It would be easy to write it off as insanity (because clearly someone demented enough to detonate a bomb in a crowd full of innocent people must be insane). But even after labeling the attack as insane, after declaring the attacker to be of unsound mind, even after locking them up and throwing away the key, the sad truth is someone else just like them is going to come along when no one is expecting it and do something equally f*cked up and begin the cycle all over again.

I’m not even trying to be my usual cynical self here (although I could understand how my negative outlook could be confused with pessimism); I’m simply ranting. I usually have a point or direction to most of my posts (random they may be), but I wouldn’t even know where to begin in this case. I would truly love to see world peace in my lifetime, but I’m not holding my breath. I can only hope one day I or my children (or my children’s children) will live in a world without psychotic people who get off by ruining the lives of everyone around them.

Wishful thinking.

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How to keep guac from turning brown (maybe)

Don't bother saving the pit, it won't help.

Don’t bother saving the pit, it won’t help.

Now that Easter is over, and I’ve eaten all my Peeps, it’s time to get back to my guacamole obsession. On a scale from one to healthy, guac is pretty high up there. With ingredients like avocados, tomatoes and onions, I don’t really feel badly about gorging on the delicious dip on a semi-regular basis. But I could never seem to figure out how to keep the guac from turning brown once I’d had my fill and it was time to refrigerate it. I’ve found a few ways that mostly work (and one sure way that never fails), so I decided to share them with you, my readers, and anyone else who cares to learn the real secret to keeping guacamole from turning brown.

First of all, the myth about leaving the pit in the bowl with the guac is just that: myth. I tried it and it did absolutely nothing except save the tiny bit of guac directly underneath the pit; everything else went brown and yucky. Apparently the culprit behind the turning of the guac is oxygen. In order to keep your guac fresh and green, you simply need to keep the oxygen out. The best way to do this is to cover it with Saran Wrap, pushing the plastic down into the bowl so it’s touching the guac. Make sure you push out all the air from underneath the plastic, otherwise you’ll completely defeat the purpose of this tip (and my post, and possibly my whole reason for existence). This guy knows what I’m talking about. If you do end up with a little bit o’ brown, it usually sticks to the plastic wrap and comes up when you remove the plastic; that, or just scrap the top off and the rest should still be green and yummy.

And if you really want to have the freshest guacamole ever, make it right before you plan to eat it (or serve it; it makes a great party dish) and eat every last bite, ensuring there’s nothing left over to even have the chance to turn brown.

And if you do make some, make sure you make extra and bring some to my house. I did, after all, save your guacamole from browning, least you could do is say thanks. If anyone has a lava rock bowl they can part with, I’d appreciate that as well.

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Happy (re)birthday, Jesus; Happy Easter, my peeps

I’m not really sure I understand this religion to begin with; society is immoral and ungrateful, so instead of punishing the wrongdoers, God sacrifices his son? And the wrongdoers are supposed to learn from their mistakes by, what, being able to publicly flog, torture and crucify a man/god? Okay, whatevs you say. Maybe I’ve got it all backwards, but usually when someone does something wrong, they are the ones who should be crucified. I mean, punished. Er, whatever.

ANYWAY, I guess it’s a good thing, though, because without his murder, I mean sacrifice/crucifixion, er, yeah, he wouldn’t have risen and given us the opportunity to create such a candy-bearing holiday as Easter.

Now that I’m officially going to Hell, here are some Easter-type pictures I randomly assembled to dazzle you while you gorge on Easter goodies.

Always a classic.

Always a classic.

Can't decide which bunny I'd rather have show up at my door today.

Can’t decide which bunny I’d rather have show up at my door today.

I like turtles.

I like turtles.

Did Jesus even have a mom?

Did Jesus even have a mom?

Stay crucified, my friends.

Stay crucified, my friends.

Bunny poo never looked so delicious.

Bunny poo never looked so delicious.

In this society, no comment required.

In this society, no comment required.

I have been waiting for you all year, friends.

I have been waiting for you all year, friends.

Can’t wait for it to be tomorrow, when all the Peeps go on sale! Nom nom.

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How I would want to be shipwrecked, or lost to sea (and a brief book review in between)

So I read Life of Pi and watched the movie version in about the course of two days (which is impressive for the book, not the movie; who takes two days to watch a movie?) and, while it’s not something I’d go around hoping to have happen, I think it would be somewhat interesting to be shipwrecked as Pi was, especially in the manner and specific circumstances he endured.

I’ve never really come close to anything super tragic in life, that I can remember. I was in a car accident once, which I wrote about here (and was shortly thereafter totally blowing up on Freshly Pressed, which, for you fellow WordPressians, you know how much of a big deal that is), and I broke my arm pretty badly when I was a teenager, which sucked and completely ruined the end of my freshman year of high school (but what can you do? I became RoboJulie 3,000 and had to spend the next few months at home with my arm in a machine) but neither of those experiences were truly life-threatening, end-of-the-world-type ordeals (though they may have seemed so at the time). So the idea of experiencing something (and surviving, hopefully) as life-changing as what Pi did (which, the jury is still out on whether it’s a true story or not; the author makes it seem like it is, but everything else I’ve heard leads me to believe it’s fiction so who knows) is not necessarily appealing but definitely intriguing.

1024x1024 life of pi 13I can’t decide firstly if I’d want to be lost to sea or simply shipwrecked on an island (think Tom Hanks in Castaway). They each obviously have their pros and cons; if you’re lost at sea, you have a higher risk of being eaten, swallowed up by a storm or simply dying of thirst.

You also have a higher chance of being found, in my opinion. If you drift long enough (227 days, in Pi’s case), eventually you will be discovered by a boat, or reach land (hopefully the shores of some place densely populated and non-cannibalistic). If you’re stuck in one place, like Tom Hanks (and Wilson), unless search parties know exactly where to be looking for you (which they didn’t in his case), you’re basically screwed. You’re screwed either way, but that’s besides the point.

Of course, your chances for survival also depend on your circumstances up to the point, and even after, your ship (or plane) crashes. Pi got lucky that his lifeboat was so well-equipped with supplies; he probably would have died of thirst long before he could even consider being eaten by Richard Parker (who, for those who haven’t read it, is NOT a cannibal-man, but a Bengal tiger).

If he hadn't tried to leave the island, he never would have lost Wilson. Makes me cry e'rytime.

If he hadn’t tried to leave the island, he never would have lost Wilson. Makes me cry e’rytime.

Although, (spoiler alert), if I’d just lost my entire family to a shipwreck, and had no real chance of going back to the home and people I once knew, I probably would have hung out a little longer on the only island I happened to stumble upon (even if it was a carnivorous one). If I shipwrecked onto an island initially, I probably would have just stayed there. If someone wanted to find me, they could, but when you have a pal as great a listener as Wilson, who needs real people? I never really liked people that much anyway, though, so that could have something to do with it.

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The mindoverMadness Poetry Series: Lost to Sea

So I finally finished reading Life of Pi, which was absolutely amazing and I couldn’t put it down and so read in a total of two days. I started reading it five years ago, when I first bought it. I was taking a fiction seminar class in college, the only sophomore in a class of juniors and seniors, and everyone kept referencing this book, life of pie or something or other, and I wanted to know what all the hype was about so I ran out and bought it and began reading. For some reason I cannot recall, I wasn’t into it, or didn’t feel like reading it and put it down and forgot about it. Then, they made a movie out of it, which I still have yet to see- I wanted to finally read the book first. Which I’m glad I did. Anyway, this post isn’t about the book and how great I thought it was (maybe I’ll do another post later about that), but I wanted to share a related piece of poetry that I wrote some time ago now (I’ll share the original version, not the edited, chopped-down one that I later turned into a tattoo) about being lost to sea and how, in the end, we are all the same sort of monsters, unidentifiable in our demise (or something like that). Enjoy!

 

Lost to Sea

Men sail blind through late fall storms

Past cold ruins of first attempts

They try to steer through wood waves

Strange paths and gut sense their lone guide

 

Fiends of the deep lurk in the wake of cut sea

Grab blades and thick net

But not strong enough to kill the beast

Peer off Port side but gasp at the same eyes that stare up

False limbs reach up and wrap their prey

 

At the depths men are well fit

They are all the same here, man and foe

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