Election 2016

​I think I found an explanation for the election turnout on the tvtropes website. While the following entry was meant to explain the tepellant affects of doom and gloom storytelling on a writers audience, it also explains how doom and gloom storytelling through media and Trump Strategists stole the election. 

Darkness-Induced Audience Apathy occurs when a conflict exists that simply lacks any reason for the audience to care about how it is resolved. This is often because the setting is extremely but meaninglessly Darker and Edgier, and/or all sides are abhorrently, equally evil—or at least, far enough gone that any difference between the two is splitting hairs. As such, consumers of media affected by Darkness-Induced Audience Apathy tend to approach conflict between parties or factions with remarkable indifference; because no matter who wins, the universe will still suck. (And while it would be really nice to see them all lose, that likely isn’t going to happen.) In other words, there is nothing at stake. While there is a conflict happening, for all that the audience is concerned there might as well not be because they likely have little reason to care about who wins or loses. (And even when there are clear-cut good guys, they can be so smug, priggish, hypocritical, unpleasant, or just plain annoying that it’s hard to feel too sad if the bad guys defeat them, especially if the bad guys actually have a good reason for hating them.)

This is the emotional result of Black and Black Morality. Because the conflict between the equal evils is essentially meaningless, there is no dramatic tension. Maybe one eats you in a slightly less painful manner than the other one, but either way, you’re still screwed. You can’t support any factions or hold on to any ideals after this effect has set in. All you can do is sit agape as the writers apparently attempt to outdo themselves at making the setting even worse and more unpleasant and more nihilistic to the point where the media is a bland miserable monotone. This trope is not just about a Crapsack World, but about Evil Versus Evil and too much cynicism producing this effect. A sure sign of audience apathy setting in is if they start rooting for the Omnicidal Maniac—the setting is so bleak that no part of it is worth saving. When total oblivion looks like your best option, something is wrong. 

The New Apathy

If i hear one more person say they like animals more than people. Look. I LOVE animals too. But I also LOVE and have compassion for people. More, even.That’s what caring for animals is supposed to teach you. Ya know, so we dont become a world full of jerks who would step over an injured person or an abandonned child to pet a fucking dog.

Be Mindful

I have only shared this occurence in my life with two people because I didnt want the man in my life to feel less than fated to meet me. But i think there is a lesson in it.
When I was 13 I had a dream in which I was in the dentists chair getting my teeth cleaned. The dentist was a tall black haired young man with indigo eyes. Not light blue but indigo and large.
He kissed me and a peace came over me like nothing I ever knew. Close to orgasmic but radiating from my tummy not my privates at all. I realized I loved this man. Not sexually. The kiss was just a delivery system for our spiritual connection.
When I was 25 a single mom in college with no job I needed dental care.  On the advice of fellow students who had been, I found myself at a dental school and was surprised to see my cousin working as the appointment setter in the office. She assured me the student who would be working on my teeth was the nicest there.
He was tall. He had black hair and his eyes were indigo blue. He had slim gentle hands and a very humble manner for someone so goodlooking, and over the next seven sessions he told me about his childhood in brazil. His grandfather was a german who probably had nazi ties. His mom was a black indian. He looked white but wasnt. He grew up dirt poor but dentistry was going to change that.
I know. But I didnt see it. I was  very very busy with my daughter and school and trying to survive from month to month on goverment assistance. My mind was always on the future or the past but never ever in the present. I was in survival mode, disinterested in anything that didnt have to do with my plans and distrustful of people who asked too many questions about my life, which was quite looked down upon by others.
But i came faithfully and he was always so open with me about his personal struggles in life. I was too afraid of judgement to share my own. I think he even subtley asked me out once but honestly it all went over my head.
One day he told me he was going to Africa for a charity dentistry project and would not be back for a year. A classmate would be taking over my care. I never even asked him where. I did not want to know.  Which is not typical for me. Our last sessions were strained and subdued and I wonder now if he was sulking.
Anyway i guess im trying to say be careful to see the signs of a kindred spirit. And not to be afraid to open up to those reaching out. I may have missed something beautiful. I wont ever know that because i was completely closed to the idea.

I Can’t Relate

I can relate to just about anyone. Im not perfect so I can relate. I also understand that being able to do so is an unconciouse recognition of other people’s humanity.

Racist Tropes Revived

Anytime a black person is written into a story just to sacrifice their lives for a white person, I throw up just a little. As if our lives are so worthless they could serve no other purpose even in fiction than to fix, create the background music for or be sacrificed for a white one. How about no. Just no.
You saw less of this crap until recently. Now suddenly its back en vogue. Also the tragic mullatto, the black prostitute, the mammy, the uncle tom. They are all back in style.

I want my justice here on earth

I might pray when bad people do evil things to good people but I also will take meaningful action against bad people.


The president of my african american club was not african american. She was an ally who had experienced some really fucked up shit as a single mom of three children whose father was african american. We voted her in on strength of character, cultural and political awareness and all around stomach to deal with the issues . The african american candidate had none of these qualities. Her experience in society was closer to that of a princess. We had no use for her in comparison.
Was our president black? Yes her experiences were in some cases more severe than our own. Was our president african american? No, her people were of irish and polish descent. The difference was not lost on us. And we didnt give two fucks what other folks thought or said about our decision.

Ignoring Intimacy In Relationships

There are certain things you should never allow your partner to do alone. Things that could damage your relationship beyond repair.
Cheif among these, fulfilling intimate needs. There are very few acceptable reasons, as to why one would recognize an intimate need in their partner and resist applying themselves to fulfill it.
Medical reasons get a pass.
Other reasons come across as plain old incompatability when you arent willing to make overcoming them a priority.
Consistantly Ignoring your partner’s expressed feelings of what a healthy level of intimacy is in favor of things such as solo video games, sleeping or basically non intimate activity may cause them to look elsewhere for intimate attention that fulfills their needs. Even if they love you they can not be responsable for constantly lighting your fire. Not if they are to believe it burns with passion, i.e. independant of what they do for and to you.
Everyone is entitled to a level of intimacy that makes them feel the relationship is worthwhile and that they are worthwhile.
If that level is too one sided or can not be made to be mutual I predict a breakup at best. At worst infidelity.

El Sistema’s Invisible Children

My daughter’s charter school implemented a new curriculum. It’s name? El sistema. It’s mission to teach underprivileged children the beauty of music.

The problem is the children at my daughter’s school are not and have never felt underprivileged (no matter how many times they are told they are). The beauty and discipline intrinsic in the learning and development of music skill was not alien to them when the El sistema program was implemented. That should have been a good thing right? The problem is when the ego of good intentions meets reality.

For seven years the children at my daughter’s school were taught by classically trained musicians whose sense of community was only outweighed by their joy in teaching music to children. Issues were mediated in a community forum where all parents faculty and students were encouraged to contribute. Now we have a PAC, an aptly named tight knit group of parents who do not listen to anyone outside of their circle. When I went to one of these meetings to voice concern for my child and the other children whose music abilities were retarding due to the new 7am to 5pm hours (truly 6am to 7pm hours due to transportation issues), unpreparedness and unprofessional behavior of the new hired music teachers (they had never worked with children before and often lost their tempers)  I was told by one of these PAC members “Maybe your daughter has outgrown the school” and by another “Maybe you should get her involved in other programs outside of the school.” (this mother had moments before been asking me if I could help her get her child into the orchestra my daughter plays in outside of school) and they all implied that my daughter was unhappy because SHE was not getting the attention she used to under the old way of doing things. I didn’t even get to point out that their explanations did not explain why the other children were feeling the same way or that most outside activities for the fifth and fourth graders were curtailed by the new long hours before the PAC proceeded to have an inside discussion on something else.

My daughter’s father was livid and I felt insulted and snubbed.

Anyway, I saw the true nature of the PAC at that meeting. They were not interested in the children who had come to blossom under the original program. Sure they wanted them to showcase their talent at fundraisers and make the current program look good but they had no intention of making sure the transition did not leave these kids high and dry in the day to day of being at school. They were not concerned in the least that the fourth and fifth grade students who were the foundation of the school’s success were not thriving under the new El Sistema way of teaching music or that the extended days were counter productive to learning and teaching. In short they wanted us to shut up and go away and have since been blaming thier failure to facilitate a working program for ALL STUDENTS on the students themselves.


That’s my take on things anyway.





Shakespeare Made Me Do It

[16:19] Nymphet Sahara: once i was on a date with a guy and we were walking at night on the commons
[16:19] Nymphet Sahara: it was beautiful summer night
[16:20] Nymphet Sahara: and we happened upon Shakespeare in the park
[16:20] Nymphet Sahara: they were doing my favorite, a midsummer night’s dream
[16:20] Agustin Braham: WOW
[16:20] Nymphet Sahara: i was like..this is perfect!
[16:20] Nymphet Sahara: …
[16:20] Nymphet Sahara: well
[16:20] Agustin Braham: yes it was
[16:21] Nymphet Sahara: we sat in a cozy area beneath a civil war monument on a bench lit only by moon and stars. above the crowd on a hill
[16:21] Nymphet Sahara: but just close enough to see the stage and actors
[16:21] Agustin Braham: mmmmm
[16:21] Nymphet Sahara: as i leaned up against him he starts to mumble about how stupid shakespeare was
[16:21] Nymphet Sahara: and how stuck up everyone was for pretending to laugh at language they did not understand
[16:21] Nymphet Sahara: i ignored it
[16:21] Nymphet Sahara: then
[16:21] Nymphet Sahara: he starts swearing
[16:22] Nymphet Sahara: “this fucking nerdy shit”
[16:22] Agustin Braham: Ohh nooooo
[16:22] Nymphet Sahara: i happened to have a McD’s chicken wrap in my hand
[16:22] Agustin Braham: why did the poor idiot have to ruin it
[16:22] Nymphet Sahara: and just as he was laughing at his own crude joke i smashed it against his mouth
[16:23] Nymphet Sahara: he looked at me like i had just stabbed him and then he ran off into the night
[16:23] Nymphet Sahara: i felt
[16:23] Agustin Braham: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
[16:23] Nymphet Sahara: very dirty
[16:23] Nymphet Sahara: very bad for losing my composure
[16:23] Nymphet Sahara: and hitting a man
[16:23] Nymphet Sahara: shameful
[16:23] Nymphet Sahara: so i went after him
[16:23] Nymphet Sahara: and he cried
[16:23] Agustin Braham: yes
[16:23] Nymphet Sahara: and i felt guilty for putting him in a situation that made him feel unintelligent
[16:23] Agustin Braham: did you call him a baby drama queen and he should get on stage with the others?
[16:24] Nymphet Sahara: i tried to live our relationship like that. avoiding intellectual situations and convo all for him
[16:24] Nymphet Sahara: and then i broke it off
[16:24] Nymphet Sahara: huh?
[16:24] Nymphet Sahara: LOLOLOL
[16:25] Nymphet Sahara: i should have used WORDS
[16:25] Agustin Braham: I dont think you did him a disservice at all
[16:26] Agustin Braham: He could have used that opportunity to see that he was defending his own ignorance with crude jokes
[16:26] Nymphet Sahara: he knew. I knew.
[16:26] Nymphet Sahara: it didn’t help. he still got smacked
[16:26] Nymphet Sahara: :<
[16:27] Agustin Braham: Noo, I meant he could have used getting smacked as the lesson
[16:27] Agustin Braham: but instead poor poor me
[16:27] Agustin Braham: You’re reversing the roles and thats not the same
[16:27] Agustin Braham: When a Woman hits a man
[16:28] Agustin Braham: the Man needs to put a lot of thought into why she hit him
[16:28] Nymphet Sahara: i agree! but if he were capable of that, sadly, there would never have been a hit right?
[16:28] Nymphet Sahara: sighs
[16:29] Agustin Braham: Nope
[16:29] Nymphet Sahara: i have always ALWAYS felt ashamed about that night
[16:29] Nymphet Sahara: o.o no?
[16:29] Agustin Braham: the hit was his chance to expand his self awareness
[16:29] Agustin Braham: You think the hit came from you
[16:29] Agustin Braham: Your wrong
[16:29] Agustin Braham: the hit came from the unicerse trying to wake him up
[16:29] Agustin Braham: universe
[16:29] Nymphet Sahara: hOLY HELL hahahahahaha
[16:29] Nymphet Sahara: you are fucking awesome!
[16:30] Agustin Braham: Nope
[16:30] Nymphet Sahara: it’s TRUE
[16:30] Agustin Braham: Just right
[16:30] Nymphet Sahara: hugs you so hard

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