David's Daily Journal

[David In Indy]

Daily Journal. Yeah right! I'll bet this turns out like all these other threads I've started in here. A few days of posting and PHFFT!! Nothing.

*Confessions of a Gay Altar Boy - Splat!

*The Photo Club - Kaboom!

* The Indianapolis Colts - Fart and fizzle.

* Keeping Up With The Sims - Computer meltdown.

Lord, I could go on and on.

So, you get the point. Here we go again. But what the hell, right?

[David In Indy]

Heath Ledger, Misunderstanding and Discrimination

I've been thinking a lot about poor Heath today. All this dreadful news, and the terrible rumors which are still flying. And the terrible comments made by people about Heath. He is so misunderstood, and I wonder why? What was so mysterious about Heath? Nothing really. He was a brilliant, talented, handsome man and a loving father. But for some reason people want to pin all this mystery on him. I started wondering if maybe Heath felt misunderstood while he was alive. I hope not, but I don't think all this misunderstanding suddenly happened once he was dead. It must have been there earlier, and I wonder if he was aware of it.

This got me to thinking about my youth. I felt very misunderstood as a child. When I was younger I didn't really understand it. Then when I become older (a teenager) I learned to fear it. You see, my mother was Native American, French and African American. This was a very misunderstood mixture here in the Midwest. My mother really couldn't hide it. She was called every name in the book, and often in my presence. It hurt her very badly, and she wanted to make sure I didn't suffer the same fate. So she told me secrets.

"Around here, even one teeny tiny drop of Black blood is too much" she would warn me. "Don't you NEVER tell nobody about it or I'll whoop the tan off your ass".

My Native American looks were enough to cover up my Black heritage - for the most part, although being a Native American in the 1960's wasn't a very good thing to be either. At least not around here. So my European roots helped cover up the Native American, and the Native American helped cover up the Black. The problem was, I didn't look White. I didn't look Black and I didn't look Native American. So people asked questions. And then there was my Roman Catholicism in a Protestant city and state. And we won't even go into my feminine qualities as a child.

So, people wondered, people talked, and sometimes people asked a question or two.

I wonder if Heath suffered from a feeling of misunderstanding and isolation. I sure hope not.

But they're talking aren't they? And they're asking questions. And they're wondering. I wonder if they realize how painful that can be to others?

Poor poor Heath!   

[David In Indy]

Nothing to talk about I guess. I had a shitty day. What else is there to say about it? 

[ifyoucantfixit]

                            So ya had a bad day??

      Aw David what happened to make your day shitty.?  Did you have a fender bender?
Were you late to work and the boss gave you crap over it?  Did you get splashed by
a passing car, and soaked to the skin, having to wear your wet clothes all day long.  Did you lose your ATM card in a mean card eatng machine and you cant get a duplicate until they mail it to you.?  Did your money in the bank inexplicably disappear.? 
Did you have a pina colada and get caught in the snow.  Did you miss the last courier and
not get to send out your nightly balance sheets.  And lastly but most importantly you
missed the call from your dear one.  And just as you finally got in contact.  The battery on
your cell phone died.........

       Huh huh tell me.  What happened.           I have been having a shitty week too. 
                                                                  Maybe we can hang out and throw wadded
                                                                  up paper wads at the mice.

    Hugs honey         

 and by the way i was looking forward to keeping up with the Sims

[mvansand76]

Heath Ledger, Misunderstanding and Discrimination

Poor poor Heath!   

{{{{{David}}}}}

Sweetie, are you OK? I was very touched by your post... It's exactly what I've been wondering about... makes me so sad...

[Kelda]

 

[David In Indy]

I had a thought a little while ago and it's been haunting me ever since. It was one of those "strange connections". You know what I mean don't you? You suddenly notice something but you're not quite sure why... or how. I posted this thought in another thread but nobody noticed it, and now it's buried. It's too important to go unnoticed, because I think it's significant. Perhaps it's already been discussed, but if so I didn't see it.

Anyway, did you all know there is a Broome, Australia? It is situated on the west coast of Australia, on the same coast as Perth, Heath's hometown. Isn't it strange he died in an apartment on Broome street? I wonder if Broome street was named after Broome, Australia? Maybe this name is what promped Heath to look at the apartment in the first place and then decide to rent it.

Maybe Heath was feeling very homesick and this name reminded him of Australia.     

[David In Indy]

I just looked out the window and it's a winter wonderland out there. We are having a snowstorm. A BIG one.

Did you know that each and every snowflake is different? No two snowflakes are exactly alike. Never in the history of the world has two snowflakes been exactly alike. Each is different and unique. Just like people.

A snowflake under magnification



Look how intricate it is. Look at all the detail. It amazes me that one single snowflake can be so beautiful. And there are millions of them laying out there right now. Billions. Zillions. And each one is totally and absolutely different. I really hate to back my car out of the garage tomorrow morning because I don't want to break any of them. Each of them is a work of art. A masterpiece of nature. A miracle really.


We are all different and unique too. Each one of us is different and unique just like a snowflake. But unlike a snowflake, we are living and breathing creatures, and each one of us is capable of thoughts and feelings. And dreams. Before we say something or think something cruel of someone else, maybe we should stop and think about the beauty of the snowflake, and then remember the person we are getting ready to insult or hate on is so, SOOOO much more. If I feel remorse about driving my car over  some snowflakes and crushing them, how could I possibly crush a person using harsh words without leaving myself a very guilty conscience?

Aren't they beautiful? 

[mvansand76]

It's so beautiful! I wish we had some snow here...

 

[injest]

I had a thought a little while ago and it's been haunting me ever since. It was one of those "strange connections". You know what I mean don't you? You suddenly notice something but you're not quite sure why... or how. I posted this thought in another thread but nobody noticed it, and now it's buried. It's too important to go unnoticed, because I think it's significant. Perhaps it's already been discussed, but if so I didn't see it.

Anyway, did you all know there is a Broome, Australia? It is situated on the west coast of Australia, on the same coast as Perth, Heath's hometown. Isn't it strange he died in an apartment on Broome street? I wonder if Broome street was named after Broome, Australia? Maybe this name is what promped Heath to look at the apartment in the first place and then decide to rent it.

Maybe Heath was feeling very homesick and this name reminded him of Australia.     

I dont know, David. some people say that all this kind of thing is just coincidence and our minds looking for connections...but then sometimes it feels like you are looking out a window and the curtain blows back for a minute and you get a glimpse of something but you don't know what it is...

like there is a big mystery tying things together that if we just concentrated hard enough we could understand everything..