Thursday, December 08, 2005

Humble Fishe's Gentle Suggestion for December

December is here. Cold is here. Snow has fallen! Welcome To The Winter Season :-)!

This the season of drawing close to one's family, friends, and neighbors, for putting aside any petty (or even non-petty ;-) ) differences and tending to the soul-needs of our fellow humans.

Many people will be caught up in the material aspect that attends this season in modern culture, namely that of buying gifts and such. This is Fine.

Many people of the Christian Faith will celebrate this time of year as the Sacred Birth of The Savior, Christ Jesus. This is Fine.

People of the Jewish Faith will be celebrating The Festival of Lights, also known as Hanukkah. This is Fine.

Wiccans and other Neo-Pagans will celebrate the Time of the Winter Solstice, the time of the season when the God of Summer 'dies' and the Spirit--or Father--of Winter, is born, to take command of the winter elements, including the element of the Winter-Soul. This is Fine.

Still others will yearn for something simpler than they are currently experiencing in their lives, either in work, play, or general relationships. This is also Fine.

Those who are drawn to the Autumn-Time-of-the-Soul will be pulled to draw upon the limitless supply of Love that the Universe has to offer at this time for such individuals. The Humble Fishe is drawn to such matters, as it so happens. This is Fine and Dandy with The Humble Fishe <*(((((>< :-). Some in the northern climes will have their Senses broadened, and their Heart of Hearts opened wide to receive what the Chill of the Winter Wind (best received properly dressed ;-) hee) has to offer in the way and manner of Winter Winds. I have received many inspiring thoughts from Just This Source ( ;-) wink wink to my Family and Friends up in Michigan...this is for you!) Still others will draw from the Bountiful Wealth of Love from the seasonal features in their given areas, whether cold or warm. The Humble Fishe's Suggestion for December:

Live and Let Live. Know what is on your side of the fence in minute detail; don't look over the side of the other person's fence, only to pine away at what you don't have.

If you want changes, then implement them, but please remember to ask your Soul and Heart-of-Hearts to be certain it is beneficial, and not cluttering to your Soul-Work.

Be Aware. Be Generous. Be Helpful. Above all though, Be In Love...With the World Around You, your Neighbor Next Door, and your Inner Self. This last one is, perhaps, the most important, for Within, One Finds The Universe, and Eternal Love.

Blessings and Light
The Humble Fishe

Humble Fishe Haiku (HumFisheKu)

December snow fall

Fashioning forgiving thoughts

Yearning wont to heal

Monday, October 31, 2005


It's off to the Halloween bash at MoJo's in downtown Columbia, Missouri! I'll let you know how it went after a bit.


Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Can A Wounded Heart Heal Through Time? A Soul's Journey May Tell.

Can a soul--one with a wounded heart--escape the accumulated experiences of a lifetime, release them, and then go on its way?

I asked myself this very question after a viewing a moving animated film called Kimagure Orange Road, Summer's Beginning. Kimagure has been a franchise in Japan for quite a while, going back the late eighties and early nineties.

While a plethora of anime' titles deal with everything from intergalactic conflict to the essential battle robot scenery, the Kimagure Orange Road franchise deals with affairs of the human heart, primarily through it's three protagonists, Kyosuke, Hikaru, and Madoka. I don't really want to get too tightly focused on Kimagure Orange Road here, I just wanted to say that it is the most moving animated series of any that I have ever watched, and whilst watching, it brought back memories. . .

Enter the opening question about a soul's wounded heart.

The question may be a bit broader than perhaps first thought, if it is considered closely and thoughtfully. This is deep stuff and I don't expect everybody to 'get it.' Still, it's not unbearably hard to fathom, and I feel a distinct need to...well...'get it out.'

A friend of mine, one that's very close, once told me a story. It was the story about a man, who, when reflecting on his life of forty years, suddenly realized that he had a knack for bringing up nearly photographic memories of his past, something he had not been able to do before. It was then that this man thought to himself: "What if I could change my past? What would I do? More importantly, what would I do differently? Would I interact with the same people, only in a different way? Would I choose new people, and change my entire spectrum of friends, all together?"

These things the man pondered, until he could ponder them no more. The man was tired after this exercise, and had to wait a few days before he was able to consider these questions at any length again. When he was rested, a few days later, he went back to this pondering. The questions seemed primal to him, for he was considering that the ability to relive--in his mind--the events of his past might just one day be so real so as to allow him to 'step back' in time for a while, to interact with his past.

One day, during an especially vivid memory, he was able to do this, and it scared him. He found himself face to face with a love interest from his past, only this time, it wasn't in his past, it was in what was now, his present, relative to his position in time. The present he had left was his future, and the past he had traveled to was his present, at least for the moment he was there.

Considering that he was now able to interact with the past he had envisioned interacting with, he realized what that ramifications of this meant: He could change his past!

But wait! What was that calling to him from the place he had just left? He felt an overwhelming burst of emotion rush over him, seemingly begging him to return to the place he had left. He knew what it was, and became even more scared when he realized that although he was where he wanted to be, he knew that if he took this path, there might not be any turning back, and he might not even be able to remember the future that he left.

The Love-he-had-before, stood in front of him, beckoning him to her, but the man could not move. He was dumbfounded at what he had done, was even surprised that he did it in the first place, and realized that this gift was also somewhat unsettling if not dangerous, to himself. The man had always been an upstanding person, careful in his deliberations with relationships. Honesty pervaded his being and his moral training came to him as if to say: "Think of your loved ones."

He bowed to the love-interest in front of him, then indicated that he had learned his lesson. The love-interest bowed in return, then disappeared in a flash of brilliant white light. The man, too, was engulfed, and found himself standing before his bedroom mirror, the place he had been standing when the vivid memory caused him to be transported back in time.

The man looked at himself in the mirror: He seemed a bit different, but he could not put it to words, at first. Then it came to him. He said inwardly: "I am who I am because of all my past experiences, each one moving with, cascading into, and having become part of the others, to make up the whole of what I am now. All my experiences, all my relationships, all the things that make up what I call 'me' is as it should be--because I experienced them the way I did, all the way up to now, in this moment."

The man thought of the love-interest from his past that had appeared before him. It occurred to him that he didn't now remember that person as a love-interest, but that is what she had been to him during sojourn back in time.

There was a long pause. Then the 'Ah Ha!' aspect of the experience reverberated through his being. That so-called 'love-interest' was his soul, showing itself to him in a form he could understand. He knew what it meant, and suddenly, his life was changed from within. He could go back in time if he wanted to. The memories were there, just as vivid as before. Perhaps, he thought, he should take a real loved one along with him--perhaps his wife--so she could share in his past. Maybe he could teach the technique to others.

A feeling of concern uprooted the man from his current line-of-thought: it came through him from his inner self, as if it was talking to him through a long tunnel. It said, simply, "Experience, Know W hat Is Truly Real, and Know!" "Learn, Learn, Learn!"

This message was not lost on the man, and he knew what could be done if he wanted to. He also knew that he had reponsibility to not hurt the feelings of others, and be faithful to them, as well. This made the man a bit more purplexed about his position in the universe-at-large, but he also knew it made him more than he had been.

The man then went downstairs to have dinner with his wife.

The moral, if any, of this story is this: Be who you are. Know who you are. Learn who you are and where you came from, before you appeared on Life's Scene. Know where you've been, why you're here now, and where you're going. It isn't enough to just go along in life, one must experience to get anything of any real lasting value to take with you when you depart this mortal coil.

Live, however, as if this is the only place you need to be, for--whatever it's worth--it probably is.

No Suggestions, Only Love. Be Well My Friends.
Respectfully, Stephen

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Cell Phones, Bad Company Policies, and Wages

October 18, 2005 Wednesday
Dateline - Missouri
Cell Phone Miasma

All the cell phone companies in the world need to take a lesson: Do Not Create Stupid Policies!

Case In Point: Cingular Wireless

Money's been a little tight these last couple of months, so I finally had to call the cell phone company to (I loathe these words, their use takes so much time in maintenance after you use them) Make Payment Arrangements!

So what do I get? I've had service with these guys for about four months now. Four months, out of a two year service agreement. Two years! You'd think that a company as large as Cingular would want to consider helping a long-term customer with a bit of minor financial trouble. All I needed to do is extend the payment time a few weeks--no more than three--so I would have enough moola in the bank for rent, food, and my phone bill.

This is no minor account, it's connected to a Handspring Treo 650 Smart Phone with all the trimmings that PalmOS has to offer. I have full MediaNet GPRS on this thing, and pay $145 a month for 1500 standard minutes and 3000 nights and weekend minutes, and pay an extra $7 bucks a month to up my weekend and night beginning time from 9pm to 7pm.

So I call these bozos and what do I get? I get this response from a first-level customer service tech: "You can't make payment arrangements until you've had a minimum of six months of service."

Now what is that all about? What kind of nonsensical inc. bureaucrat sets up a policy like this? So they think that customers in the first six months don't have to juggle the money around a bit if they fall short of the due date, and those with six months of service and beyond, do? Nay, I say! Foul, I cry! Foul as a week-old free-range chicken flattened by a semi baking in the sun on a Nevada highway! (And that's one rank-smellin' chicken, folks 8-P)

So I get transferred to a supervisor, but no answer cometh for a while. I think the XFER may have failed, as all I'm getting is silence. No hold music or nothin'! So I wait for a bit, then hang up. Just glad my minutes don't get used for service calls to Cingular Customer Service.

Humble Fishe's Gentle Suggestion to Cingular Wireless: Nix the no-payment-plan-before-six-months-has-passed rule, treat your customers who are conscientious enough to call you and make payment arrangements like friggin' Royalty, and give your first-line customer service techs the authority to assist someone who needs payment arrangements, without having to call a supervisor, save for the most obtuse difficulties where liability is a real issue and a pro's advice is needed. <*((((><

Temporary Services, Wages, and Wage Slaves Revisited

Temporary services are those somewhat-sought-after venues for people in between what are termed real jobs. Those people who are in between the rings of the upwardly-mobile employment ladder often turn to these temp services as a means to an end, primarily that of being able to have at least some work before the next canoe leaves the shelter of the cove, bound for your new, permanent employment horizon.

First off, I want to state plainly that I have not had any trouble with any of the major names in temp services. I have worked for the likes of Kelly and Manpower, and have had my share of good jobs and not-so-good jobs. I have also never worked for over $8 bucks an hour, which brings me to the second part of this missive:

Temporary Employees Need More Money in 2005! This is not--decidedly NOT 1960!

So why rehash this overstated state-of-affairs of what has become known as the wage slave? Because it needs to be! Over and over and over again! Just because someone doesn't have a degree in something or other is no excuse for not paying someone commensurate with the cost of living in a given area. That's for the nice apartments, people, not the run-down ones in slumville. Come to think of it, there shouldn't be any slums, either, but that's for another post **-].

So what am I saying? I'm saying that $8 bucks an hour for unloading and moving heavy furniture is not--decidedly not appropo! Today's financial climate for housing is astronomical in contrast with what non-degreed people with little experience have to settle for when it comes to wages. $15 an hour is more like it!

Now to those of you who think that $15 an hour is way way too much, I have to ask, Why? Don't you want me to be able to buy my expensive jewelry from your jewelry store? Don't you want me to purchase my expensive cellular phone/pda from your cell shop? Trust me, folks, I ain't doin' it on $8 bucks an hour.

Waitstaff also has it rough, when congress allows restaurant owners to pay their so-called Tipped Employees $2.13 (varies by state) an hour as a base rate. $15 an hour is a more balanced minimum wage. Hell! Even entry-level workers in the trades (and they're not skilled at that level) make more than your average waitress, although the waitress can do well on a good night, but this type of income is not regular, and that is where the $15 an hour allows someone to pay their rent, food, and utility bills without worrying at night.

Another thing crosses my mind--and happened to me recently. I just dealt with a locally-owned temporary service that has been in business for eighteen years (according to the owner), that wouldn't give me the name of the company they were calling me about.

They called me this afternoon, offering me a job loading and unloading trucks--a permanent job--for three to four days a week, at $7.50 an hour. When I queried them on the name of the company, they said I wouldn't be able to get that information unless I took the job first.

Humble Fishe Asks: What Gives? Why the hush-up routine? Didn't you, the temp service, realize that you made me feel like a piece of gum on the bottom of a shoe that, before it arrived on the shoe, did 1800 miles on the left-front driving wheel of a Kenworth? Well, you did!

I want to know who a company is and what they do, decidedly before I give my consent to work there! When I asked this question: "Why do you feel a need to be so clandestine about the name of the company?" I received something completely unexpected: That of having to explain to this supposed owner of an eighteen-year-old, evidently-successful temporary service what the word clandestine meant! All I could do is think geeeeeeeeeeeeez!

That was when she reminded me of an interview I had the next day, on the 19th of October, to establish just what it is that I'm interested in. Let me tell you, that I'm not at all completely secure in these folks when their head honcho doesn't even recognize a common word in the English Language. Guess she was never a fan of Double-Oh-Seven 8-P.

Humble Fishe's Gentle Suggestion To Temporary Services: Pay your workers $15 bucks an hour minimum (at present costs of living for a basic apartment, utilities, and groceries) and don't be so damn secretive 8-P about your clients! If you're in need of that much security, then you're a government front for the (here's that word again) Clandestine Services and you shouldn't be running a 'secret' recruiting station out of there, anyway! <*((((><

Peace, Health, and Happiness to All of You
--The Humble Fishe

Monday, October 17, 2005

Announcing The Humble Fishe <*((((><

The Humble Fishe. Why humble? Why not brash, or cantankerous, onerous, or angsty? Ideally, for the same reasons that you--the interested reader--are reading this blog in the first place: Freshe Aire!

Freshe Aire of the literary-online variety, that is! ;-) Go ahead! Pat your Self on the back! It's perfectly all right to do so! You're tired of the same ol' song and dance of negative feedback, so you've come looking for a word or two that's written by a fellow cohort salmon. . .


Pun ridden, to say the least! However, a blog of humility whose author knows where his meals are coming from, and why he wants to offer this place of humble, literary prose for your enjoyment and relaxation.

So what will be here? What might be subjects of inquiry in the days to come that will, perhaps, raise an eyebrow, turn an ear, or maybe,--just maybe--change a life for the better?

Many different subjects, with many different outcomes, meanings, and menageries of depth, character, and insight. The one common theme that will run through them, however, will be evident: Humility and Respect!

Humility, in keeping with responsible, traditional journalism; journalism which assumes the inherent worth and intelligence of the reader, and does not purport to be something it is not.

Respect, in being sensitive to the needs of those who are being discussed, regardless of background or condition of life.

Lastly, to discuss everything discussed here responsibly, being accurate when facts are being presented, and being focused and succinct whenever an editorial commentary is being published, without being overly ranty.

Oh, one other thing: Everything posted here will be done out of a condition of Love for the Human Race, Life in General, and with a positive, life-affirming view of the future!

So here we go: Blogs Away!