Two items to get to before we descend into my usual diatribe.
The first is, after an unexpectedly long period of no job, by the time you read this, I will be on my second day at my new job.
Happy does not even begin to describe the feeling. We will start at relieved and grateful and go from there.
The exciting part is, while I was fast approaching the point of pursuing ANYTHING that came along, this is a position I would have left my long time job of last year for. Progressive start ups with an amazing product are exciting by nature, but there is so much right here, that I am humbled by how good a fit this looks like.
Second item. Baltimore appears to be burning to the ground. Add to that the Supreme Court listening to arguments on gay marriage and you have the type of situation that Facebook is wholly unsuited for.
Facebook has gang-raped debate into three categories.
- Loud, angry/condescending agreement of a political viewpoint, belief, or personal pet peeve.
- Name calling the moment someone disagrees.
- Blunt, rude, and often poorly stated slogans. These people are totally incapable of debate and get ugly when challenged.
If you cannot argue your point while remaining polite, then you do not understand your point well enough to argue it publicly. And before we descend into the idea that, “If you don’t agree with this, you are too stupid to talk to”, understand how big a cop out that line is. ANYTHING can be debated politely.
I often use words like a mugger uses a knife. My intent is to hurt, for a carefully shaped reason. Its not a good thing, but it is not necessarily bad. But I am never shocked when someone is hurt.
And thats the difference. Making a statement and then being shocked when someone is hurt by it, then claiming that it was not your intention is an immature, childish thing to say.
There are sections of Los Angeles, California that are an odd juxtaposition of neighborhoods.
Like 2 or 3 different places that exist in the same place.
Here is what I mean.
If you are a tourist, the Venice boardwalk area is a unique slice of Southern California that is a lot of fun.
If you are a homeless meth-head, the Venice Boardwalk is an open air home with dangers and pitfalls that is still your best location for not freezing to death in Winter.
If you are a Southern California native, Venice is a high priced real estate shithole of a place to live. (That was a quote from a 20 year Venice native.They also claimed they would NEVER leave.)
I am a native.
Going to Venice is a lot like visiting Tijuana, Mexico.
Its dirty, the poor are everywhere, and while you have a great time while you are there, you are SO happy you don’t live there.
But, much like going to Hollywood for the day, what strikes you is the high level of homeless that is there.
This is A-game shit, I kid you not.
There are 3 levels of homeless.
The first is the guy that got stoned at 15 and has stayed stoned ever since without developing a taste for meth. He has never had a job that did not involve either a name tag, a hair net or the risk of being arrested.
He is harmless.
His sign asking for money is probably a funny one. “Ninjas killed my family, need money for Kung Fu lessons.”
The next is your unconscious homeless.
You will never see this one awake.
It could be a heat wave and he will sleep thru it.
This is the one I pity the most.
I once left a sandwich next to this homeless guy to find when he wakes up.
That is not as noble as it sounds, I was buying a sandwich for myself and they had a 2 for 1 deal.
The last homeless is the one to fear.
He is a barely clothed daywalker with violent tendencies.
Meth is his God, and his worship practices are terrifying.
His hobbies include daily homeless fight club for varying reasons, violent take downs with groups of police, and defecating in public.
This is the one type of homeless that there is no fix for, no rehabilitation that will work or even help.
Like a rabid dog, he exists in pain and craziness until the day he drops.
You can smell crazy on him. (Smells a LOT like BO and shit/urine.)
These are the big dogs of homeless.
You can tell this by the fact that other homeless avoid them.
Think of it as the the bastard child of societal dynamic and Bernoulli’s Equation. (Look it up, most will still not see the connection.)
And when one of your variables is meth, all bets are off.
Keep your hands up and in plain sight, move slowly, speak softly, avoid eye contact and run when you get the chance.
Otherwise, you risk some pretty heinous potential damage.
You can take self defense all you like. (The best overall is Krav Maga. Despite some zipper heads resent claim that “Tai Chi is one of the most deadly martial arts”, it can be devastating but 99.99999% of ALL practitioners have no clue how to use it.)
No self defense on the planet work perfect for chemically crazy. (Google search “Bath salts face eating” after you eat, not before.)
Now you may ask, why are you at one of the most beautiful vacation areas available and focussing on the bad stuff.
Same reason that after you go to the puppet show for the first time and notice the strings, you can’t unsee them. The magic dies and you realize its a shame.
Now that is a depressing thought.
(Authors note, I wrote the depressing crap above prior to getting the new job. I was also on a 3 day no coffee or caffeine thing, big mistake, I am back to being caffeinated and twitchy. )