Fear of "Others"

I read a post on Facebook recently from someone I know. This post got me thinking. My thinking got me writing. It's in a very stream of conscious essay. Agree, disagree that is your choice. I'm sure it's not as eloquent as it should be; but it was typed on an iPhone in the middle of a store, so please grant me some lattitude. 

a Fear of the "Others"

I've lived and visited more cities than I can count in a few countries across the globe. The differences I encountered were minimal and of no true consequence. They have been of different colors, different nationalities, different religions, different colors and different languages. True friendship and love were identical across them all. They all also shared another characteristic, fear of anything different, anyone that wasn't of "them;" save a few odd balls who thought of strangers as opportunity to learn and seek truth. 

The "them" or "others" varied even in the same place. Humans want community and have an innate desire to mistrust those not of their community. So they see the "others" as different just to say they are different. The "others" worship a different god or worship in a different way. The "others" have skin that is darker or lighter. The "others" speak different or act different; and so on. In those differences the group finds an enemy or they associate the "others" with a real or imaginary enemy to justify their fear and their anger. 

The only way to feel at home is to accept that which is around you and to seek only to change that which is wrong or unjust. To acknowledge the differences and maybe learn from them. To then accept a level of human trust of those around you until an individual loses that trust by act or lack of act of that single individual. At which time only that individual is to blame, those of like background remain innocent and there should be no guilt whether through association or heritage levied against them. 

The world isn't a dangerous place. It's a fantastical place of mystery and adventure, of beauty and rebirth. The people of the world are not dangerous. It is fear in any form, deserved or not, that is dangerous.

Fear, it is a vile and ugly enemy turning angels into demons; potential friends into battling soldiers of a war they do not comprehend. Through that war they spread hatred, the 1st born child of fear. 

FDR said it best, "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself."

What or whom do you fear? Ask yourself why.

The only shield from fear is knowledge, the only sword against hatred - learning.

How Not to Introduce a Speaker | LinkedIn

Found this article while reading through LinkedIn. These are some excellent tips should you find yourself introducing a speaker for an event. Quick summary below, but check out the whole story on LinkedIn.

Excerpt: 

When I attend a presentation, the first thing that captures my attention isn’t the speaker or the material. It’s the person who introduces the speaker.

After giving a few hundred speeches in the past year, I’ve been struck by the variety of ways that different people introduce the same speaker. Some introductions energize me and seem to leave the audience excited to hear from me. Other introductions inadvertently make it more difficult to deliver a successful speech.

In my experience, the best introductions avoid three mistakes:

  1. Don’t read the speaker’s biography

  2. Don’t give away the speaker’s content

  3. Don’t make the speaker sound superhuman

Photo Discovery

Lately I've been messing around with the camera on my iPhone 5S and then tweaking the photos in Camera+ (iPhone app) or Instagram. It's been very enjoyable. I had forgotten how much I enjoy the entire photography process, especially the "darkroom" process. 

I actually worked in a darkroom both in highschool and college. In highschool I was one of 4 school photographers. We were the only ones allowed to carry a camera anywhere on campus anytime. I was assigned to the newspaper. Each photographer was responsible for his or her own developing. We rolled our own film and did all the negative work.

In college I took an art photography class and there too we did all of our own darkroom work. What a blast it was. Hours of messing around with developing photos. The only thing we weren't allowed to do was crop photos in the darkroom. It was all about framing the shot in the camera. 

Of course today analog darkrooms are nearly instinct and it's all digital. What I can do on my iPhone is just amazing. I can take the photo, crop the photo, edit the photo, process it any number of ways and then share it with the planet in minutes. In 1992 when I took the photography class in college I don't think I could have envisioned doing all that on a phone. 

Photography is just relaxing, fun and challenging. I'm no Ansel Adams, but I do enjoy taking photos of just about anything. The fun then is not just in recording that split second moment as one might in "news" or "event" photography, but in illustrating a feeling or finding a new way to present that image. In taking risks in how it looks. Great photography is more than snapping a photo it's art. 

Here are a few examples of my recent attempts at iPhone art photography.  

A friend playing pool

Macro shot of yet unbloomed flower

Just a lonely park bench

A delicious cup of coffee

Simple Sushi Sustenance

Shrimp tempura & 

Philadelphia rolls

Before meeting up with friends I stopped by my local Sushi restaraunt for a beer and some of their tasty sushi rolls. Naan isn't far from my place and it's pretty much on the way to wherever I'm headed. Add to that their evening special of half off my favorite sushi rolls and at times it's just to hard to walk by. Besides it's also kind of my neighborhood bar. 

 

Faithful Till the End

Faithful Shiba-Inu

Many of us have had a pet or two in our lives. We keep them for many reasons. While at times I'm personally conflicted by the practice I also acknowledge that mankind has kept pets, especially canines, for many tens of thousands of years and over those many millenia  a very special bond has grown. We take care and comfort them and they in turn return the favor with constant loyalty and faithful companionship. For me that special bond is with a certain Shiba-Inu (wiki link provided for those unfamiliar with the breed). She has been with me since 2001 and has been my very faithful companion.

I found her in the Dallas ASPCA shelter on the very day she was put up for adoption. She was only 8 weeks old. She had a brother that had been dropped off with her. From what I could tell the brother went him with an adorable little girl and I'm sure he had many a tea party and pre-teen sleepovers to keep him young at heart - if not a little tortured. Gracy though found me. This little Shiba bonded with me the moment we met, that or she just wanted out for fear that some little boy might nab her. Who knows what really goes through a dog's mind. 

Not a day goes by that I regret my decision to bring her into my life. Not a day goes by that I'm not happy to see her wagging tail and excited nature when I open the door. She is just a dog, a pet, but she is family. As family she has adopted those I've brought into my life and made them her own, even if a little slowly at times. 

She is no longer a puppy, but still full of life and curiosity. Her sprints don't last as long and she now prefers a casual sniffing tour to the rigorous pull my arm out of my socket walk. To be honest we could all learn a great deal from my little Gracy. Even though she is no "spring chicken" she still tackles life with zeal and excitement, if just a little slower than she did when just a pup.

She's not perfect, but neither am I. In any event she has remained loyal to me and I loyal to her. So to her and all the pets of the world that keep their human mates happy and soulful, THANK YOU!