A helpful Indian gives me a spare tire.

I was on my way home from a job interview this morning, when my crummy little Buick blew a tire. I pull the car to the side of the road. Realizing that my brother took my spare tire, and that I could not get a signal on my cell phone, I began walking.

After about eight or nine miles of walking, a peculiar looking Indian fellow spots me and asks where I'm heading. Next gas station or anywhere with a phone I tell him. He asks why again. I tell him the story of my blown tire, and he says that his reservation is less than a mile away. I figured that I really didn't have anything to lose, so I follow him to the reservation.

It turned out he really was an Indian, and he also gave me a spare tire for my car, and he even gave me a ride back to my Buick. I really have to thank this friendly Indian. I only wish that I would have had something to give him in return for the tire. I plan on going back to that reservation tonight. Maybe bring some type of peace offering. Everyone on the reservation was very kind, and I will soon pay them another visit.

Planting the garden

Great weather today, sunny and warm. I love the springtime. My father and I decided to grow some vegetables and flowers. We tilled up a 16 x 12 foot area and started planting like mad. To my surprise the soil was quite rich. We have never used any type of fertilizer, and I don't think we will this time either. Among our plants we have corn, gourds, cucumbers, lettuce, carrots, and tomatoes. The flower section of the garden consists of Gardenias, Geraniums, Mums and Daffodils. Now if we can keep those pesky rabbits at bay...

Recently my boss has seen fit to delegate the responsibility of hiring some warm bodies for our ISP's helpdesk. He forwarded me several email applications and resumes.

I have never hired or interviewed a single person in my life. In fact, I hate interviews and resumes. It always seemed like such a waste of my time. I always felt employers should just tell me what they wanted me to do...if I could do it I would take job...if not I would tell them to look for someone better qualified than me. Too bad reality doesn't match my fantasies.

On the one hand I desire to do a good job at finding helpdesk techs. On the other hand, I don't want to be a dick like most of the interviewers I have dealt with in my life. I hate it when they ask stupid human resource questions like, What is your greatest strength and greatest weakness? I must not allow the dark side to suck out my soul. At the same time I must not abuse the trust I was given.

One of these applicants really caught my attention. I will share with you below:

Dear Sir or Madaam,

I would like to know what your best qualified applicant would expect to be paid and what your terms are. I currently am working on the Island of St Thomas doing this line of work (computer repairs and networking and also telecom systems) for many years. Also I have over 10 years experience in the telecom field and know many people at Innovative (vitelco). I am bilingual (English and Spanish). My hours are very flexible as this is how I have been working for many years so I am used to this type of work habit. Maybe we can help each other… If you feel you would like to discuss any possibilities,, I would be happy to talk. You can contact me by sending a reply message. I have left my name out of this email because I don’t know who is at the receiving end. If you would like to talk maybe we can meet up sometime to discuss it. Thanks for your time.
The fool used a yahoo mail address. So I popped over to http://profiles.yahoo.com/username. He had his real name and other personal information posted there. Muhahahahahaha. My reply:
Dear (I used his full name here),

Thank you for your email. Please send us your resume so we can consider your application.

regards
And now his latest reply:
I left my name out of the original email for a reason, because I don't>know who is at the receiving end, but obviously you did your homework. If you care to tell me what company and to whom it is going then I would be happy to send more info. (I don't like the idea of sending info blindly to an anonymous type email address). just does not say enough about who you are....

Regards
I can see this guys point. I am not sure why my boss posted this help wanted ad anonymously. But I just couldn't help myself. I had to needle him. Show him how easy it was to strip away his perceived anonymity. ::smack:: Bad ianah0! I understand the paranoia. But...I am not sure I want this guy working around here. He is at best inept. He obviously thinks he knows so so much...and really knows shite!

So now I must reply once again. This guy has not made the cut. I must reply and let him know he is not chosen. I should do this in the most professional and nice manner that I can. And yet....

Everything within me cries out to send this:
Dear Capt. Paranoid,

I represent the People's Republic of Mars. We invite you to join our proud ranks and use your skills for the good of our planet. We will send a ship to pick you up and transport you to our recruiting station on the dark side of the moon. Please pack a toothbrush, jumper cables, and three quarts of motor oil. Anything else you need will be supplied.

Beeblebop Fr'hi'na'Arg
Chief Recruiting Officer
Mars Operation Center
I can't send that. No matter how fun it would be. Any noders suggestions as to how to deal with this would be appreciated. Also, advice on how to keep my soul intact while carrying out management funtions is needed.

Some details were changed to protect the anonymity of certain people. hahahahahahahahahaha

How do I see Nihilsm?
As a negation of everything we have been led to accept and believe by our culture as a whole.

For example:
Mythologies are legends, nothing to take seriously, they offer nothing at all of value to you in a "modern" society. This is what most of us have been told indirectly by a Christian society. Even those of us who state we are atheist will still atest to this belief without the realization that they are speaking lies told for 1500 years.
My reaction is this: I read the Bible, what I find is nothing more that Jewish myth. There is nothing seperating it from what I can relate to like Norse Myth except that one makes more sense to me and is considered "dead" and the other won due to politics. Now we all are supposed to believe in the one that won, even though it is alien to our original cultures, if you are European or Native to a country that we have invaded of course. If you are from the Middle East perhaps it makes more sense, perhaps not.

Nihilism is useful to go deeper into the Bullshit that has been fed to us and to question it. However it has a weakness:
By over thinking anything you will become weak.
Meaning Nihilism taken to the furthest extent will make you weak and unable to make a decision or able to take a stand, for you will negate your very existence. A Nihilist like this should just kill themselves for they will live a pointless life.

Nihilism is only useful to a certain point, until you find something that makes sense to you, then perhaps it is not as useful.

Question the society you are in, see if it makes sense to you.

My culture? I hate this society and culture.

I had been excited about this concert for the past eight or nine months, ever since I suddenly found myself very, very much interested in U2 thanks to a certain friend of mine, and I was very proud of my deductive skills in figuring out that 2005 would be the next tour year for the band even before How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb was announced for release (I wasn't a big U2 fan before, so I didn't much care about their release schedule), and congratulated myself on getting a U2.com membership in the year before (presale tickets!). The date and time? April 28, 2005, at Vancouver's General Motors Place stadium, home of the Vancouver Canucks, who aren't playing this season...

So this was the day. Oddly enough, it didn't really register in me earlier in the day that I was finally going to my first concert, and my first concert was going to be with a band reputed to put on some excellent shows, and I was going to be treating the most enthusiastic fan I know -- and the one I love the most -- to a show he would have refused to buy tickets to on the grounds of economic duress. I wasn't especially excited; perhaps it was my worry about my exam the next day that was dampening my spirits; perhaps it was the fact that I had spent a grand total of seven hours the day before waiting outside GM Place to watch the band film the video for "City of Blinding Lights," a song off the new CD (which I hadn't bothered to pick up), and my enthusiasm had been very much sapped by the hours in the sun with only a rapidly warming iced tea to sustain me. But my stomach finally decided to realize that the show was today and began to flutter as I left the house around 5:30 p.m., and my nerves kept up with the action as I repeatedly checked my pockets over the trip to the venue to make sure I had my tickets.

I met my friend near the venue at the Asian supermarket there and we had a good hour and a half to go before the start time as printed on the tickets, so we headed over to a Korean/Chinese restaurant, where he nibbled at a braised beef-and-vegetable something-or-other with rice and I had a seafood crispy noodle bowl. I resisted my urge to order something sweet to finish up and we headed out across the road to the stadium.

We passed scalpers and despondent-looking fans on the way to the upper level security checkpoint, and I touched the tickets in my pocket again to reassure myself of them -- I'd paid way too much for them to lose them at this point. We waited a good 20 minutes or so in line, which was better than I thought, and passed a disappointingly brief frisking for recording devices and the like; had I known that the security would be that lax, I could have smuggled in a camera, a cell phone, and about three mp3 recorders without anyone realizing it.

Once inside, we made a beeline for our seats and sat through the last five or six songs of the opening act, Kings of Leon. I honestly wasn't impressed, even though I'd never been to a bona fide concert before, and the rest of the crowd that was seated didn't seem to be either, as the hum of conversation was steady. To be honest, the singer sounded like he had gargled with razors that morning, and the songs lacked variety. One fan in the "bomb shelter" (the inside of the circular catwalk) seemed to like them, though, and was jumping up and down. Glad someone was enjoying the show. My friend entertained himself (and me) by imitating Animal from the Muppet Show (no wonder I love him).

The Kings of Leon finished up their set and left the stage, and the recorded music came on for what eventually came to seem like forever. I caught myself yawning a few times and very much wondering when the show was going to start. Finally, the stage manager came out onstage and greeted the crowd, then mentioned that one of the projectors was experiencing technical difficulties and that the show would be delayed, at which the crowd groaned, and we settled back for some more canned music. About 15 minutes after the announcement, the projector came on, and the cheer was immediate and loud. Another couple of canned songs, and the lights went down...

An ambient chord began to hum through the speakers, backdrop curtains of lights modelled after those beaded curtains popular in the '70s came down around the stage, and the boys strolled out, taking their places as the tension mounted with the chord. And then they began to play.

The setlist was amazing. They opened with "City of Blinding Lights," the words to which I'd learned the day before due to their having replayed it over and over again for the video. Next, "Beautiful Day" (and it was that evening, wonderfully sunny and clear). The rest of the songs, in order: "Vertigo," "Elevation," "Gloria," "The Ocean," "New Year's Day," "Miracle Drug," "Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own," "Love and Peace or Else," "Sunday Bloody Sunday" -- after which Larry Mullen, Jr. wheeled out his drum kit out to the centre of the catwalk and kept playing, then let Bono take over -- "Bullet the Blue Sky," "Running to Stand Still," "Bad," "Pride (In the Name of Love)," "Where the Streets Have No Name" and "One." The audience applauded and cheered long and hard enough after that to be rewarded with an encore, which consisted of "Zoo Station," "Mysterious Ways" and "The Fly"; similar enthusiasm after that earned a second encore that consisted of "All Because of You," "Original of the Species" and "40."

The evening blew me away. I was unprepared for the fact that 20,000 people would almost perfectly sing backup vocals to several songs, most impressively during "Elevation." A bit of Bono's sense of humour showed through in a downtempo part of that song when he caught a balloon making its way around the bomb shelter and said slyly, "I wouldn't want to burst your balloon now, would I?" and then promptly did so, right against the microphone. His idealistic and humanitarian outlook was quite prominent in the evening; during an interval in "Pride" he spoke in remembrance of Martin Luther King Jr. and MLK's ideals while the stadium kept up the background chant of, "Oh oh-oh oh."

Between "Running to Stand Still" and "Bad," the projectors scrolled the United Nations Universal Declaration of Human Rights while an accented female voice spoke the words aloud over the speakers. And finally, during the introduction to "One," Bono spoke of the One Campaign and gently ribbed Canadian prime minister Paul Martin, then urged audience members to call the Ottawa legislature and pressure Mr. Martin to donate to that cause. His speech is as follows:

I wanted to say something about your Prime Minister Paul Martin if that's all right. Now I told him I'd be a pain in the arse. I suppose this week I became one of many pains in the arse, that is.

That's sad in a way because I am a fan of Paul Martin and I do believe he's a good man and I believe we're going to figure this thing out. What I'm talking about for those of you who are new to this is I think he's a great leader for Canada but that's what we want him to do -- we want him to lead Canada. We want him to lead the world out of despair and poverty.

Canada has a leading role to play and that is possible this year, at this year's G8. It's a Canadian idea -- point seven per cent. And it's a brilliant idea. Less than one per cent of what Canada makes in a year. and I believe that if you people believe in it. I believe that Paul Martin is the kind of person to listen to you.

And there is a twist in the digital campaigning for Africa tonight. People are not invited to join the campaign but to call the Prime Minister himself -- just like ZOO TV days when the powerful got a call from the stage. But this time, we're post-irony and this time it's the U2 fans making the call.

I thought it might be good if we made a call to Paul Martin. Take your phones out. If anyone would like to take their cell phones out I think I've got Paul Martin's number. These are dangerous little devices, these cell phones.

We want to make poverty history. This is the year. This is our prayer and we are more powerful if we work together as one.

Source of the speech's transcript: U2.com

Unfortunately, the number that was flashed on the projection screens had the wrong area code for Ottawa, meaning that some answering machine in Saskatchewan or someplace is now likely holding a very nice bootleg of the song.

My personal highlight was hearing "Where the Streets Have No Name"; the $165 price tag for each of the two tickets I had bought would have been worth it to hear that song live. If you find a bootleg of the concert, if you listen carefully, you may hear a frenzied feminine shriek at the very, very beginning of that song, when the band has decided on the next song but anyone not listening for it would still not be sure what it is; that would most likely be me. But the evening ended so beautifully, long after the curfew, with "40." Bono saluted the crowd with, "...thank you...good night. God bless," and left the stage while the crowd picked up the refrain. After offering a guitar solo, the Edge left the stage; then Adam Clayton carried on the bass for a few measures longer before he, too, left. Larry was left to carry on the beat on his own until the Edge returned to escort him off the stage -- then Larry returned and launched himself to carry on the drumbeat for another few bars (to the great appreciation of the crowd), thus confirming my suspicion that he is the Second Coming.

The evening ended with an empty, blue-lit stage, and 20,000 people singing the refrain, "How long...to sing this song?" and rhythmically clapping their hands in the near-darkness until the lights came on, and the spell was broken, and the canned music returned, but the high remained, and I didn't cry until the day after, when I realized it was really over.

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