Midnight Moments

I've lived in NY my entire life. Aside from sparklers, NY law has never allowed private parties to use fireworks for any occasion. Therefore, 4th of July and other celebrations that employ the use of firework displays are done in public parks or in downtown Albany under strict regulations and laws. Now living in Kentucky, I can't drive two feet from house without seeing roadside displays of fireworks for sale. Apparently I've been told that this is the first year Kentucky has allowed the really big fireworks for private use. Driving home the other night I saw a few fireworks weakly being set off above a quiant neighborhood off the main road. A few actually exploded into what resembled mini fireworks, but most shot up and quickly diminished into the slowly fading evening. In the process of deciding whether to get together with friends for a do it yourself fireworks show or go see some done by professionals, I thought about what I had witnessed on my drive. Sure, it would be ...

June 24, 2011 New York State became the newest state to pass a Marriage Equality Bill. After the fact, Facebook was inevitably updated with thousands of posts either in celebration of this action or bashing the decision. I chose to avoid controversy by not posting my feelings on the issue. What often happens in these cases is that I express my stance and another individual gives me their counter stance and prepares to argue me down until I see things from their point of view. Here's the thing; your not going to change my mind anymore than I'm going to change yours. We just need to agree to disagree. My opinion on the matter is not an opinion but a viewpoint stemming from a source of morality outside of myself that does not bend and sway with the changing social trends. As I began to process the varying statements posting on Facebook in reference to the Same-Sex Marriage Bill now in full effect in my home state, I found myself reading the same argument over and over. "It...

Anyone who knows me knows that my random thought processing happens not only while I'm attempting to drift off to sleep, but also in the middle of what normal human beings call life. Life for me, however, is most generally lived in the plethora of randomness in my head. Thus the reason for this blog, in general, and specifically, the one which I am writing today. It all started his morning while I was getting ready for my day. My cat was as usual determining to jump from the floor, to the bathroom sink, to the top of the towel shelf on the back of my toilet. Like a good cat owner, I repeatedly pushed or threw her off the sink detering her persistent attempts. As I was preparing to yet again stop my stubbon feline from jumping on top of the tower of towels, she stopped in the middle of her pounce and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She preceded, to my amusement, to bat at herself in the mirror with her paw. Clearly she didn't realize it was merely her reflection. S...