So apparently several of my comments are getting hijacked by Asian porn sites. Truly awesome. In an attempt to seem slightly more "legit", these posters are including bits of text. Some are advertisements for the porn sites. Others are proverbs, adages, or generalized statements.
As the vast majority of the comments were written in Chinese, I originally gave them the benefit of the doubt, and figured they were foreign posters who were supportive of my rantings. Nothing so fail as a blogger full of ego, right?
I went to Babelfish and translated some of these sayings from Chinese to English. I figured that I might lose some of the accuracy in translation, but could at least get a gist of the material. I have included some of the comments, backtranslated for my own viewing pleasure.
Confuseus says:
The human wants to learn to make a camel first, then can make a lion.
The world confusion, is the advantage toward; The world bright bright, all comes for the advantage.
The such superior tribe standard must certainly continue!
In each person life possibly runs into the honored person, these honored people not necessarily really honored, he is possibly the stranger, is also possibly your enemy.
The world has not taken the road which does not pass, could not have overcome the difficulty, has not hit the enemy who does not defeat.
Does not have the friendship, life He Le?
Each time looked your article, always the aftertaste for a long time, must publish frequently.
The human has a two tongue, is to observe time in the speech reason.
Mature, has ability to adapt in the life fuzziness.
Reads your BLOG article, is really a joyful matter!
A person's spell of good or bad fortune in first time is always most profound, sometimes will let person's heart turn the forever 絕 reason.
The sea gull must soar, must draw back far first. The nectar must be mellow, must for a long time ferment first.
Including receives with dies these two land bridge is the love.
We can give mutually the best gift is “the sincerity concern”.
All properties, when is not forgiven, has become the debt.
As an end note, the comments that include links to what are, presumably, porn sites will be deleted. Only real comments need apply.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Happy Birthday, Happy Deathday
So today was a bit hectic.
One of my ex-boyfriends contacted me a couple of days ago. His mother had died earlier in the week. Because I am still friends with this ex, and I was fond of his mother, I decided to attend the funeral.
For a Catholic mass it went fairly well. I did have to fight a few childish urges. The priest, possibly nearing retirement age, or at least in the first stages of CRS (Can't Remember S***), kept messing up the deceased's name. Last tally, three mix-ups. I may have stopped paying attention in order to lessen the annoyance. I know he stopped correcting himself for making the errors.
Honestly, we all make mistakes. Hell (oops, heck!), I'm bad with names myself. I guess on some level, I want to feel that those honoring her life, by speaking at her last church attendance, at least know *who* they are talking about. I may be a lapsed Catholic, but I respect that others have faith in both God and the organized religion.
This was the first time I had been in a church in years. It was a fairly nice place of worship. There was a sense of restfulness and peace to it. Not like those (pardon the pun) soulless religious buildings, the ones that have all the personality of a Burgers-R-Us.
I skipped the graveside service, as I was loathe to get lost in the city on a Saturday afternoon. Actually, I'm pretty much against being lost in cities in general. It makes me cranky.
Following a reception of family and friends at the deceased's home, I extended my stay to dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. It was nice to spend time with some people I hadn't seen in quite a while. Nicer still to hear familiar banter.
During the meal, there were two separate birthday parties. It struck me as slightly surreal to be surrounded by the celebration of life, when I had so recently participated in the celebration of death.
I say celebration because that should be a part of the funeral day. Yes, sadness and a sense of loss should be part of the agenda. But in those last moments, when saying goodbye, we remember what was good about knowing that person. What they shared with us, what we learned.
There is a comfort in the ceremony of death. The rituals we uphold. The dead are gone, but we are not. Instead, we rejoice in friends, grieve for loss, and remain.... as always.... complex.
One of my ex-boyfriends contacted me a couple of days ago. His mother had died earlier in the week. Because I am still friends with this ex, and I was fond of his mother, I decided to attend the funeral.
For a Catholic mass it went fairly well. I did have to fight a few childish urges. The priest, possibly nearing retirement age, or at least in the first stages of CRS (Can't Remember S***), kept messing up the deceased's name. Last tally, three mix-ups. I may have stopped paying attention in order to lessen the annoyance. I know he stopped correcting himself for making the errors.
Honestly, we all make mistakes. Hell (oops, heck!), I'm bad with names myself. I guess on some level, I want to feel that those honoring her life, by speaking at her last church attendance, at least know *who* they are talking about. I may be a lapsed Catholic, but I respect that others have faith in both God and the organized religion.
This was the first time I had been in a church in years. It was a fairly nice place of worship. There was a sense of restfulness and peace to it. Not like those (pardon the pun) soulless religious buildings, the ones that have all the personality of a Burgers-R-Us.
I skipped the graveside service, as I was loathe to get lost in the city on a Saturday afternoon. Actually, I'm pretty much against being lost in cities in general. It makes me cranky.
Following a reception of family and friends at the deceased's home, I extended my stay to dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. It was nice to spend time with some people I hadn't seen in quite a while. Nicer still to hear familiar banter.
During the meal, there were two separate birthday parties. It struck me as slightly surreal to be surrounded by the celebration of life, when I had so recently participated in the celebration of death.
I say celebration because that should be a part of the funeral day. Yes, sadness and a sense of loss should be part of the agenda. But in those last moments, when saying goodbye, we remember what was good about knowing that person. What they shared with us, what we learned.
There is a comfort in the ceremony of death. The rituals we uphold. The dead are gone, but we are not. Instead, we rejoice in friends, grieve for loss, and remain.... as always.... complex.
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