…i went to an exhibition of preserved human corpses this week in san jose with my spouse and kids…(here’s a youtube link…i will refrain from posting the video)…   www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqKvYUO7C7w&feature=related  [very graphic]

some thoughts i had

    …educational

                …sensational

                        …disturbing

                                    …interesting

                                                    …amazing

                                                                    …sad

                                                                                  …holy

…more thoughts later…

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…i also went to a funeral and wake(*) service for my dad’s older brother this week…uncle paul...

   
some thoughts i had


    …sad

          …a nice sendoff

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*Wake (ceremony)  (Wikipedia)

A wake, or social as referred to in Canada, is a ceremony
associated with death. Traditionally, a wake takes place in the house
of the deceased, with the body present; however, modern wakes are often
performed at a funeral home.

The English word “wake” originated from the ancient Indo-European
root “wog” or “weg,” meaning “to be active.” This evolved into several
meanings, including “growth” (“vegetable”), “to become or stay alert,”
and “watching or guarding.” The third also evolved into the word
“watch,” and it is in this sense that people have a “wake” for someone
who recently died. While the modern usage of the verb “wake” is “become
or stay alert” meaning, a “wake” for the dead “harks back to the
antiquated “watch or guard” sense. This is contrary to the urban legend
that people at a wake are waiting in case the deceased should “wake up.”

In many places, a wake is now synonymous with viewing or funeral visitation
or Visiting Hours. It is often a time for the deceased’s friends and
loved ones to gather and to console the immediate family prior to the funeral. In Australia, New Zealand, and northern England,
the wake commonly happens after the funeral service in the absence of
the body and is often “wet” — which is to say alcohol and food are
served and, as a result, the wake often resembles a party for the
deceased as well as being of comfort for their family. In this way it
follows the model of the traditional Irish wake, although there is a long tradition of feasting and celebration connected with funeral service amongst the Māori of New Zealand that predates European settlement.

(yes i am ancient, groovy dudes)

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hi…so my last post might not have been entirely true…Sue Me

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(-note from ex korean g/f)

my trip to becoming a completely ignorant “man” started the day i got married…she was rather kind about telling me how i was not very educated in ways of the world, especially when it pertained to women…i would hear phrases like, “you just don’t know how a girl thinks” (does anyone?), or “just ignore him, he doesn’t know anything” (while pointing at me and laughing with the other salmon…so for the first few years of marriage, i just settled into my new role as a husband…that was until children came and i became a dad…

i thought it was great that there was going to be someone in the home with fewer wrinkles in their cerebral cortex…and for a couple of days (while she was in the hospital with the newborn things) i enjoyed being the emperor in my kingdom…little did i know i would be the last one…i knew i didn’t know anything about women…so for the next few years i was also told constantly how little i knew about babies…not just by my salmon, but by every single one that happened to spawn by on the way to the park or the mall…so my ignorance was reinforced by every breeding tattered salmon in my community also…

i finally realized i really just did not know a single thing about anything…when my kids (yes, a repeated error of sorts showing “lesson not learned”) began speaking this was ingrained in my “thick skull”…well i take that back…for the first few years, they would ask simple questions that i was able to handle…then came the more difficult ones like, “why does dodo smell bad?”…which seemed to bypass the ones i had studied for like, ‘where do babies come from’ and such…but when i told them dodo didn’t smell good because if it did people, would call it candy…i would recieve (i before e except where?..ahhh, forget it) a severe tongue lashing from the king salmon…

so, finally when the kids attained an educational level higher than me, in elementary school, they were able to communicate without reservation, phrases to the like of , “dad, you’re so stupid…you’re a dum-dum”…a far cry from the kindness of strange women and my new wife…well, this is just a brief synopsis of my trip to Dumb-dom…or as my kids would say to something i didn’t know about pop culture, music, or computer games…”go look it up in ‘Dumbo-pedia’ dad”…and i would respond, “where’s the Dumbo-pedia at?”

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HOP SING METHOD

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(what i would expect from my dog, if she could write…after catching her ‘anus scraping’)

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…so while sitting next to my 1st born male son(T), from my 1st wife(X) (yes, i have been married one time)…i inadvertently overheard my 1st born daughter(N) talking to him, telling him “to go and DO SOMETHING with his life”

his reply was that he didn’t have to because he was a “human being“ and not a “human doing“

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…X likes to watch ‘the girls next door’ a reality (not really) show about the fake lives of hugh hefner and his 3 “professional” girlfriends/24 hr. employees/sexual tings…so when the victoria secret fashion show began on cbs, she had to decide whether to watch the girls in skimpy clothes or the girls in skimpy clothes with wings…true…she really likes the girls next door…i really didn’t care which one she watched…i was too busy…

…licking the tv screen…har