Archive for July, 2011
Yurt used to live with a homeless Cedar Rapids man, 57-year-old Kevin McClain, in his car. But a month ago he became ill with lung cancer.
Paramedics rushed him to Mercy Medical Center and later to Hospice House. Yurt went to the animal shelter.
“In the transition of moving him over from our ambulance cot to the bed, he told me, ‘I have a dog,’” said Area Ambulance Service Paramedic Specialist Jan Erceg.…
From the day Yurt and Kevin were separated, he asked to see her.…
– From 22 Words
If you had a choice, would you have your animal with you at your death bed?
Most of my black friends aren’t too keen on hitting the sand and the waves … but my white friends will spend two grand to give themselves a week of sandy underpants, bad sunburns and an extra five pounds from greasy French fries.
So, who can explain this odd phenomenon? Sigmund Freud is here with some answers (please read with your best German accent).
1. Vhite people are unhappy people. One reason for such unhappiness is because ve vork all day inside, behind a computer, or in a cubical, or in a factory or at an Arbys and so ve don’t get our Witamin D synthesis. So ve go to the beach to escape our jobs and gain a sense of happy.
Yet, vhite people are also beasts of burden, and ve find a vay to make jobs at the beach. So, vhen we come to the beach, ve love hauling chairs, coolers and sundry other beach fixtures to and from the beach and back again. Nothing makes a vhite person happier than to vork for fun vhile on wacation. And vhat do we do once ve get to the beach? Ve build stuff … like castles.
Come on, vhite people … relax. Vhy don’t you just sit at home and vork on small project at your home? You pay to rent another person’s home and make vork in the sand so that the vater can vash it away. And then after your week is done at the beach, you’ll vork harder at your job, stay inside more so you can make more money and do it again next year!
2. Body surfing. Vhat a stupid sport. Never in the vorld has there been a sport that risked so much injury and provided so little pleasure. Take football for instance … or soccer, as you Americans call it. A footballer might get injured once a season after he or she has enjoyed many games of play. A body surfer: one surf, multiple scraps, bumps and bruises. And for vhat? Moving a couple feet vith the vater? How dumb is that, vhite people?
3. Vhite people love to look at other vhite people.
You vould think that vith all our vorking with other people that ve vould vant to get away from other people for our wacation.
You vould have thought the facebook vould have solved this.
Ve go to beaches vith bunches of people and we stare at them. Ve stare at the fat ones. Ve stare at the old ones. Ve stare at the hairy ones. Ve stare at the ones in the ugly bathing suits … but no vhite person stairs at the pretty ones. No, we look at them out of the corner of our eye lest other vhite people see that ve are staring at the pretty vhite people. Stupid vhite people. If you pay thousands of dollars to build castles at the beach on your wacation, vhy don’t you at least stare at the pretty vhite people?
4. Let’s talk about that beach body that you vorked so hard for in the spring. You don’t eat anything for like a vhole season so you can look skinny in a piece of clothing that costs $100 for the vomen. Really, vhoever thought of this is a genius. Have the vomen pay them $100 for a really small piece of clothing that the women then vear for the da men. It must of been a very, very smart man who invented this.
You don’t eat anything before you go to the beach, and then at the beach you eat everything. Vhy is that? You think you shouldn’t eat anything vhen you vear clothes and when you don’t vear hardly any clothes you eat everything? Silly vhite people.
5. And finally, vhite people go to the beach so they can become not vhite. They strip down to their $100 underwear clothing, exposing their glowing vhiteness, rub expensive lotion all over their skin and then they hope that vhen the day is done, they can look Latino or something. And when they miss a part of their glowing vhiteness vith their expensive lotion, vhat do they look like? A tomato. A funny fruit. Stupid vhite people, ve are.
Vhy do vhite people love the beach? Because they don’t like being vhite people. That’s vhy.
So far, it’s been a great week for me!
1.) The NFL is back! I was getting so board with the lack of testosterone inspired drama that I was starting to watch Soap Operas. Now, I’m gearing up for man drama, like … will Brett Farve come back? Turn, NFL media machine, turn.
2.) I’m on VACATION! I’m at the Outer Banks in North Carolina with the Wilde side. Below is a chart that documents my stress level
3.) To top off the awesomeness of this week, today I’m guest posting at Shawn Smucker’s blog about the nightmare of dreams. Shawn’s one of my favorite people in the world. And, if it were up to me, I’d have all my subscribers leave me for Shawn. And I hope some of you subscribe to him, cause it’d be totally worth it. But, if you ALL left me, I might get jealous and start writing about death, dying, grief and dark stuff, and if I did that … oh, wait … I do do that.
4.) Which leads me to the last happy point of my week: I love you guys. Okay, I was trying to write about happy stuff, but even on vacation, I’m starting to tear up and go down the dark, emotional alley. I just want to say … thanks for reading (tears start welling up). Okay (sniff, sniff). Now, spread your wings, and fly on over to Shawn’s blog.
Yup. That’s a dead body. In fact, it’s Roy Miracle and his family of Newark, Ohio. Mr. Miracle was an avid Ohio State fan (he and his casket are the “i” in this photo).
This from the original article.
The photo is now posted on the university’s official website under the “O-H-I-O” picture section with this message: “Long time fan who was always the ‘I-O’, is forever the permanent “I”. Roy Miracle was shown in an OSU turtle neck that he loved, and holding the position that he loved!”
How do we learn to die?
We live in a world that panics at this question and turns away. Other civilizations before ours looked squarely at death. They mapped the passage for both the community and the individual. They infuse the fulfillment of destiny with a richness of meaning.
Never perhaps have our relations with death been as barren as they are in this modern spiritual desert, in which our rush to a mere existence carries us past all sense of mystery. We do not even know that we are parching the essence of life of one of its wellsprings.
— Foreward to “Intimate Death”
Death is not something that we like to think about on a consistent basis. When I began this blog, I knew I’d be up against some challenges as good blogs are by nature consistent and a blog about death is something that I knew wouldn’t be too popular. As way to lose more potential readers, I also decided to not only right about death, but to also right about another topic that is often equally as distasteful: God.
Nevertheless, I have found a way to communicate the intersection of Death and God through articles like:
If you’ve linked from Rachel Held Evans blog to here, let me say, “Thanks for coming!”
For my regular readers, today I have the privilege being at Rachel Held Evan’s blog as a part of her “Ask a … Series”. Today is “Ask a Funeral Director” day. Rachel’s large and diverse readership asks me questions (any questions) and next Tuesday I will answer those questions that received the most “likes”.
Rachel’s is a unique and powerful voice, one that I resonate with on both a theological and spiritual level.
Even though her blog is usually of a religious nature, she decided to let a funeral director take the stand.
So, please, show your support and head on over to rachelheldevans.com and ask me any questions you want.