ALWAYS WEAR GLOVES

So, I’m increasingly interested in what separates us. I am mostly intrigued by this notion because I am so frustrated by it. I suppose it would be safe to say that I am mostly interested in discovering a way to bring us together. I am sickened by the course of our world, so sad about it, so depressed. Solace from the events is easy to capture, it’s just a matter of ignoring the greater problems of our world, ignorance IS bliss, but it’s no way to escape the eventualities. I have stumbled across a neat-o website www.pandora.com . The site takes on your musical tastes and streams a similar taste based on your picks. It seems to have some pretty deep tracks and I think it is probably funded by those that want me to spend more money, (and I probably will) but not through their pathways. I will write down the artists that I have never heard and like and march down to my independent music store and buy the records. I bring this site up because it has helped me think about iso...

I went to a memorial service for my friend yesterday. He died a couple of weeks ago. He was a really cool guy. Certainly one of the coolest I have ever known. The "service" was perfect. It was in a bar/restaurant, people spoke that knew him well. People gathered, and cried, and laughed and were present for each other. Friends came from afar. Love was felt for those alive and for the memories of those who no longer are. My friend’s body was cremated a few weeks ago. Another funeral home took care of that responsibility. I am glad that I didn't have to. I also wish that I could have undertaken that for the family. It really didn't matter; the funeral home didn't matter very much. I am beginning to think that the funeral home in general, does not matter very much. I have a model in my head for the future of society and its relationship with "death-care". More and more it is less and less about what I do for most people on a daily basis. I am really getting ...

I am publishing this post because it was/is supposed to go into a major industry journal soon. If/when it does, my cover as A. Mortican will/could be blown. I don't care anymore. I am finding myself in a strange place over the last couple of weeks. I think I might post preceedingly to this fact if I can get my thoughts down in a succinct way. I am doubting that I can. Anyway. I apologize to you for yet again another rehashed version of what I always seem to be saying. This next spillage should shed some light as to my feelings about what a mortician should be, but at the same time, you've heard it from me before. I have been very fortunate. I learned my skills from some of the best mentors one could have. Some were very skilled in the embalming arts. Others were compassionate. A few, who taught me the most, were terrible funeral directors that explained to me every day, in their actions and deeds, who I did not ever want to become. I have had wonderful teachers, each of which...

I have come to the conclusion that we are what we have become. That's all. You can look back and regret. You can look back and rejoice. I don't think any of the past matters unless you are willing to examine and realize what it has made of you now. The "future" is only what we may hope and strive for if we are willing to hope and strive for it. Perserverence is a possibility I suppose, but many aspects can interfere with the most dutiful hopes. hmmm, what the hell was that all about anyway? I have been in a slump of sorts. Not a slump that is preventing me per se, but one that has allowed me to sit back and relax little bit and just be. I don't want as much these days. These wants used to be tied to the desire to need more out of what I already have. What I already have has , on one hand become a bit stagnant, and is definetly only tied to "work". Home life takes on a completely different self and in that self, I could not be happier. The stagnation come...

Well after about a week of up and downs in computer land. All things seem to have been resolved. It all started when my X-technology system that I bought on half.com a few years ago decided to give up its hard drive soul (and let’s not try and say that this has had anything to do with not posting for eons, I just don’t have the motivation to keep up like a good little blogger). Two things came to mind. 1. Sadness, the thought of getting this bad boy running again included lots of money and lots of time and lots of cables and my wife freaking out cause she needs to check her e-bay business. 2. ELATION, this is it! It’s time for a new system! JOY! RAPTURE! GLEE! I was going to be forced to spend lots and lots of money that I don’t have. YEAH! So suffering is life right? And suffering is caused by desire, right? Well I was suffering for the desire for a new badass system that could finally take my video production to the next level. The SONY VAIO RC110G has answered my suffering and I wil...

This post has been comin' on for a month . I only hope I can convey what I am thinking. It's funny, a real writer would actually write something and work on it for a few weeks until it was right, but no, not me, just klick on the itunes radio and start the hunt and peck. post what may. ok? I have a post [each time you see these brackets I will tell you what I am listening to, The Meices just ended, now we have the Butthole Surfers, oh crap, short song, now its the Germs, We Must Bleed, mmmmm good.] sitting on the hard drive at work. I am not at work. I sit at home on my first night off after being on call all weekend. I have had too many beers to be comfortable tomorrow, not drunk, but feeling creative, and will have another. I started that post with a [Einstyrzende Neubauten - Morning Dew] a bit of a diatribe about two rich ladies doin their Mom's makeup and hair. They did not like how she looked when they started, felt that her neck looked weird. Well, it probably di...

So, I have been thinking a lot about how I really don't tell you very much about what I do, for this, I suppose I am sorry, but not that sorry. See, there are two things in play here. Firstly of all, I have like, two, maybe three loyal readers, and with as much as I post, those numbers are probably more like none, so this stupid blog is really just some sort of psychological masturbatory diary isn't it? No one has ever asked me to explain the embalming process, so I won't, ( I know how it works, and if I am the only one reading this thing, why should I care?). Secondly, I still have a really hard time breaking down the anonymity of the people I serve. I wish I could , and I could, quite easily if I didn't use names and if I embellished a bit and/or de-embellished slightly, but as I outlined before, I am the only one reading/writing this thing, so why would I. In some ways I do "out"” people but it is in a very vague way that only serves to get my opinion acr...