Posted by Raul on August 9, 2010
Guest posts seems to be the way to go these days, so to not get behind, I asked my good friend Mr. Rabbit to write something for this blog. Please let’s give a nice welcome to Mr. Rabbit.
Thank you, thank you! I’m happy to be here today and have the opportunity to talk about some issues that might not be considered as they should.
As Raul has mentioned before in another post, the exponential growth in housing for the past several years in the area where he works and I live, the rabbit population has experienced an out of control growth that creates a problem.
ROLE REVERSAL
With the past construction boom that lead to indiscriminate housing expansion for the past ten years, the natural habitat of rabbits, foxes, coyotes and wolves have been completely transformed into fancy neighborhoods occupied by big houses, expensive cars and well cared lawns.
Because of this, foxes, coyotes and wolves have suffered the indignity of being expelled from their natural habitat and rabbits, being such small and silent creatures, had the opportunity of uncontrolled multiplication since just a small, thick bush will provide enough shelter from weather and now the inexistent natural depredators.
At the other hand, many people, after experiencing a comfortable financial situation, have moved to these new areas of fancy houses that attempt to resemble the place for the “Rich and Famous”, but with the economic fall and the imposed burden by the reduction in jobs and salaries, these same people have found themselves in the position of having to literally abandon their dream homes to go back to their already forgotten original financial and social situation or simply remain with the remote hopes that things will improve in the future, but forced to survive in the meantime in a precarious financial situation.
The result is by now we have people who are scared of their future while rabbits seem to be loosing the old fear to human beings. Because of this situation, rabbits have taken the streets to spend their time mostly loitering with complete abandonment of careful planning and continuous precautions about what the dangers are for their particular specie.
At the other hand, people seems to be scared of even venturing outside their homes by the continuous fear of finding themselves in the presence of a neighbor that might ask them “How are you doing” and not having a good answer to such terrible question.
So it seems roles, slowly but surely, have started to invert between people and rabbits and now we have fancy neighborhoods with scared people and pretentious rabbits that have started deadly games among them like running in front and across of a passing car as to prove their might. Sadly, the rate of successful attempts is just of 15 % (squash!)
Because of these situations, rabbits show signs of urgent psychological help to prevent these suicidal games that, not only are changing their natural behavior, but also generate the destruction of fancy make up work by the ladies driving sport utilities that cannot help but make a face of disgust (eww!)
It becomes imperative then that the proper roles assigned by Mother Nature to its creatures be restored, so we can have people that don’t live in fear and rabbits that recover their natural survival instinct as the way it should be.
Thank you for your time.
Mr Rabbit
Mr. Rabbit works as a counselor and therapist for highly stressed rabbits that require assistance in adapting to a fast changing world. Right now he is in the process of starting a blog to document his discoveries in the field of rabbit psychology, as soon as he can get around the problem of typing without fingers; for that reason no email address is available at this time.
To contact Mr. Rabbit please send written letters to: Bush #7, West Side Park, Centennial, CO. 80016
Posted by Raul on August 5, 2010
Just for the fun of it!
Have you felt sometimes like something is wrong about life? Like things are out of place? Not in the way they should be? Well, I discovered the problem!
We are born the wrong way! We should be born old people and die as a baby.
Let me explain:
We should be born as an old person, with all the experience and knowledge of a lifetime accumulated, having a pension already so parents wont have to worry about our sustenance.
With that experience and knowledge, we would know exactly what we want from life and what to do with it, so there’ll be no wasting time learning and searching for “what to do with ourselves”
As time goes by we would grow stronger so accomplishing the required tasks to achieve our dreams would be easier and easier.
After the first ten years of our lives we would be already in the right track to reach our biggest accomplishments and become famous and filthy rich.
As time keeps going by we will become younger, stronger and handsome, plus the already earned fame and riches, so we would be able to enjoy all that fame and money in a young, strong body and simply blow out all our riches in parties, drugs and fun.
By the end of our lives we would be cute, little babies and our parents will take care of us (no need for nursing homes) and at the moment of our death everybody would cry from their hearts (who doesn’t lament the departure of a cute baby?)
So there you have it! We are born the wrong way and that’s why things seem to be upside down in this life.
Just kidding! 
Raul
Posted by Raul on August 2, 2010
Why should I see this? Why is it always like this? The noise, the smog, the trash all around, the fake smiling faces; the smell of rotten ideas that form the surroundings wherever we go.
I don’t want to see this ugly world anymore! I don’t need my vision, I don’t need to see all this trash around, I would be better without the vision of my eyes, better darkness than this ugly world in front.
“So the vision goes away and complete, permanent darkness take place all around.”
Without the vision it becomes better to introspect about the world, only…I can still hear the strident noises, the lies, the gossip, all the unpleasant sounds that surrounds me all the time.
“So the hearing goes away and complete, permanent silence takes place all around”
Isn’t that better? No vision that shows an ugly world and no hearing that allows noises to interfere with thoughts, only…I can still smell the trash and the rotten world that surrounds me.
“So the sense of smell goes away and no offensive, rotten world can be perceived.”
In the dark, silent new surroundings, all the thoughts can dance at will with no interference from the outside world that destroy the peaceful moment, so it can be enjoy at will, only…I can still taste the bitterness of the world around by the foods that I have no choice but to consume.
“So the sense of taste goes away and the foods are just nourishment without the bitter message of the world.”
And perfection is achieved! The perfect environment for reflection where no external elements interfere with thoughts, only…my body still perceives the cold and heat of this trashy world.
“So the sense of touch goes away and no wind, cold or heat can be felt anymore.”
Reaching the perfect point of independence, the perfect place for introspection, away from everything and everyone, yet in the same original place…happiness!
Thoughts fly by in front of me and dance to the sounds of my feelings; imagination gets freewill to express itself to the largest extent without limitations imposed by a decadent world around…I’m reaching perfection!
As the time goes by the thoughts seems to be the same, just with little variations in their tone and intention. The original state of independence starts to feel a state of loneliness without external constant feeding.
What once was the happiness of individualism becomes the desperation of being alone, abandoned by the surroundings that no longer can touch and influence the being behind the thoughts.
Crying in desperation for a longed connection with another being, so loneliness can go away and be replaced by the continuous, never ending input received throughout life, together with the perception of the elements that conforms the physical surroundings.
“So the sense of touch returns…”
The shapes! The textures! Even the temperatures that can be perceived with a single touch of the object…amazing!
“Then the sense of taste returns…”
Flavors…so many of them! And the desire of trying them all, one by one, all at once! If I could know more about them!
“So the sense of smell returns…”
Not just the food, but the flowers, the trees, the humid dirt after the rain, even the acrid smell of waste seems to be an outstanding experience! If I could only have more!
“So the hearing returns…”
What is that…music? And birds and the wind and voices all around that feed the senses with sounds and information to process and play with, but I want more!
“So the vision returns…”
Colors for everything and everyone! The complete understanding of the shapes of the objects experienced only by touch, now undeniably acquired in the brain, the mind.
Standing here makes no sense when there’s so much to be seen, to be heard, smelled and touched. There is a whole universe of physical element to be experienced and enjoyed throughout life.
And the thoughts that conform the mind get expanded and colorful with diversity when fed by so many physical elements and situations that can be experienced.
And people! With all the variations that can be encountered and all the different thoughts, opinions and experiences that can be learned and enjoyed from.
So questioning stops…and living begins!
Raul
Posted by Raul on July 30, 2010
After making a comment in Lori’s Blog post “front porch: Dreams, Laughter and Comic Inspiration” about Tony’s Blog “Trottersville” Lori asked why I sleep so little, so here is the answer:
Some time ago I posted a thought called “Don’t Sleep Before You Die!” where I was talking about saving time by sleeping 6 hours instead of 8 as recommended by the experts. That was my ideal!
Today, and for the past 8 years, I had been sleeping an average of 3 hours a day, 1 at night and 2 in the morning.
What happens is that I have a delivery job at night (I wrote a short fiction tale about that in “Reunion”) so sleep one hour before going to work and two after, so not to waste too much time in the morning just sleeping.
Then work by day either fixing cars, doing several things around the house, spending time writing, blogging, reading posts in other blogs, commenting, trying to learn this computer thing and the writing craft (I want to learn to write well so more people would be interested in reading this blog, not just “Mom and the Poker Club” ), spending time with my son and wife and so on, so not much time left really.
Sometimes I oversleep and have 2 hours instead of one before going to work and had to rush so not to be too late in order to “preserve the schedule” and not getting behind during the day.
It works fine except for a couple of things: Memory, Vision and Energy, that’s all!
Memory has become crappy, I still cannot find the control panel of my brain so to uncheck the box that say “Automatically delete thoughts when a new one appear”, although I do have problems with memory since I can remember (don’t laugh!) I believe I suffer from CRS (Can’t Remember Shit)
Vision, once very sharp, is also becoming crappy. I still can read a street sign from a block distance but now I need glasses for reading (sigh), otherwise cannot distinguish the words.
Energy is also down; it reminds me of my childhood when being “high” with medicine and no energy to move due to sickness (“Why Alien Ghost”, “Loving Life”) so it takes a while to get energized after waking up in the morning and I’ve notice that, in those rare occasions when I have the time to sleep as much as 4 hours in a row, my focus and memory get better.
Another thing with short sleeping is that I don’t dream (not enough time) It’s been many years without dreams, which is sad because several years ago I read somewhere that we can put our dreams to work.
If we concentrate very hard in a thought when going to sleep and remain in that thought until we fall asleep, with practice and time, we dream related to our thought; it works! I tried that many years ago and after several attempts I was able to “advance” thinking done over a problem; I even dreamt a short tale that as soon as woke up wrote in one stand without stopping and needing no corrections! That was so cool!
So short sleeping is nice to save time and do more things, but too short sleeping is not a good thing (duh). Now it’s about organizing things in order to get organized (see people how it can affect you?!)
But seriously, soon I should be able to get some more sleep and hope to recover some of the memory, maybe vision and definitely energy!
Life is good and the future can always be brighter!
Raul
NOTE: The picture is not me but that’s how I look like when just waking up
Posted by Raul on July 29, 2010
It is surprising when we see love from the outside.
When in love, we see a different world, a different society, things seems to be in the right place; there are smiles and good intentions everywhere.
When in love, falling autumn leaves are poetry and spring flowers are good intentions popping up everywhere.
When in love, noise is music and polluting smoke a reason to laugh while holding hands and running away.
When in love, smile is the face we carry around as our introduction to the people we meet.
When in love, caught by rain is a moment of happiness and problems are jokes to laugh about.
But then…
When love is missing, solitude is the companion and tears are always ready to reflect the feelings inside.
When love is missing, walking through life is like walking in mud and every muscle in the body aches and every movement requires so much of the missing energy.
When love is missing, everything new is another task to complete that waste time and prevent forward movement.
When love is missing, we walk around in a lost society that goes smiling to its own destruction.
Not a physical form or a measurable element, yet so powerful that can make us laugh, wonder, imagine and extract everything good we have inside.
Love is like a drug that keeps us “high” and allows us to feel powerful, invincible, with a winner’s attitude all the time.
No wonder why we all wish to be in that drug…
Raul
