Forest Green, Ocean Blue

This past week my wife and I decided to buy two parakeets. Of course the decision was not without much deliberation.

"Should we get a bird?"
"Can we?"
"Why not?"
"Ok."

We bought a cool looking teal budgie, a cage, some toys, and of course some food. We called him Ocean Blue.

When we got home we noticed that the bird was not very happy. He wasn't chirping, and he just stood in the corner of his cage saying the same thing over and over again. "Why me? Why me? Why me?"

We decided to be good pet owners and buy our poor bird a cell mate. We went back to the store to get another bird. I picked out this nice green one that seemed to be the "top dog" on the top perch. We called him Forest Green.

It was fun watching the store employee try to catch that specific bird in his net. Top dog birds don't give up without a fight.

Now we have two birds, and they both chirp nicely.

The End

The Globe, the Bullet, and the Internet Router

What fills your life, makes your life worth living, helps you get up in the morning? What fills your living-room, makes things aesthetically pleasing, helps you trip over things every morning?

You probably get out of bed at some time during the day. You probably stretch and say some thanks to God, if you happen to be feeling thankful on that cloudy overcast day. You probably turn over and go back to sleep for a few more minutes of blissful nonexistence. You are a person without a fire in your belly. You are a person contented.

You probably get up at the crack of dawn. You rush to pray and thank God for another day. Grabbing a granola bar, you rush to catch the train and get to work. Possessed with getting something you have never seen, trusting that it will be there when you find it, knowing that you possibly will fail at every turn, what kind of person do you make? You are the discontented. Always searching for something that isn't there.

Is your living-room filled with things you thought were the answer to life's questions? Are there books lining the shelves that you think define who you are? Does the magazine rack get covered every month with new issues of whatever you find interesting? Is there pictures of your parents, children, and other relatives all on display? Perhaps there are just random objects you picked up thinking that they define who you are. Or perhaps you live in an empty room, devoid of all aesthetics.

You exist, of that there is no doubt. You exist because this is the only thing that you know. But what of everything else in the world, of that you are not sure. Do you fill your life with randomness in order to feel contentment, or do you leave the room empty knowing that the search is not yet through? Beyond the knowledge of your own existence the search is never through.Beyond the knowledge of your own existence the search can be over in the blink of an eye. The choice is always there; get up and search, sit in deep contentment.

What if is was just an "Act of God"? The BP disaster

Everyone loves to point fingers whenever there is some sort of disaster. As humans we feel that there should always be someone to take the blame when something goes wrong. However, the fact remains that all the best laid plans are like putty in the hands of The Almighty. A person can plan for all contingencies and still have something go wrong. At this point we don't know if BP was negligent, but what in fact would be considered negligence? Who in this world can predict all the outcomes that a person's actions might cause? Even if one would predict the outcome to be undesirable, who is to say something can be done differently? If something would have been done differently, who is to say things wouldn't have turned out the same way anyway?

In a recent BBC news article the author discusses how BP could have taken some steps in the construction of the well that were not taken because of timeliness and costliness. A subcontractor, with it's own self interest, suggested that there be more supports down the bore of the well. BP rejected this suggestion out of concern for time and money. However, nothing is saying that the disaster would have been avoided had the extra supports been put in place. The oil-rig exploded in fire, what destroyed 6 supports could easily have taken out 21 supports. Nothing proves that spending a few extra hours and dollars would have prevented the explosion and the spill.

What can you do?

At this point the only question is penalty. You can't ask God to pay for this anymore than you can ask God to pay for all the other natural disasters in the world. God is responsible for everything, but also responsible for nothing. God will never stand trial in a human court. This leaves us looking for someone human, or at least corporation, to blame for what happened. Someone must pay!

Is it logical for people to point fingers and place blame for a mistake that was possible unpreventable? What does logic have to do with a pelican covered in oil-slick? Because no matter how logical something may sound, when it comes to living breathing human-beings, logic seems so illogical.

It's been a while, but I'm still here (as long as here isn't NY)

Do we ever really grow up? Do we ever truly become adults? At this point I have no idea. I've been married since February and I still feel like a big kid. Does it have something to do with my own deficit spending? The United States is much older than me and she does nothing but deficit spend these days. All I hear is increased borrowing on the funds of the future generations. Does the fact that the United States is not acting responsibly make her a child? Does the fact that I too am spending more than I am taking in at the moment make me a child?

My blog name is still Child Ish Behavior. I am an adult that like many others can't really wrap my mind around the idea that I am an adult. Just the other day I was sitting in my parent's basement with out a care in the world besides getting "A"s on my college courses. Now I have a wife, an apartment, and subscriptions to various newspapers. The one I am most surprised about is the fact that the newspaper I get the most often is "The Miami Herald."Good God, I'm living in Miami!

If you would have asked me a while ago if I thought I'd be ending up living in Miami I would have looked at you like you were crazy. ME? Miami? You have got to be kidding. I would have given all the reasons people give for moving away from the home town they grew up in. I would give you the many reasons why Brooklyn is the best place in the world. I would even tell you all about the horrible nature of living in a climate that is prone to hurricanes and high heat. So it boggles my mind to be writing this today. Still feeling like a kid, sitting in a reclining chair in my own living-room, my wife napping in the other room; I am truly living in Miami for the foreseeable future.

I'm going to make myself a smoothie! Smoothie!