It’s the “Tale of Two Brains” from Mark Gungor and it is hysterical. It’s a humorous look at the differences between men and women, and how they process information.
Since PersistentIllusion is all about seeing past illusion to the reality of a situation, the editorial board would like to take this opportunity to remind folks that Cinco de Mayo is not the celebration of Mexican Independence but the celebration of a battle against French forces which, with the help of the U.S., was a triumph for Mexico.
So, viva margaritas! in the spirit of cooperation.
The movie was phenomenal. PHENOMENAL. And kicked ass. But those aren’t the reasons every guy in America should see this movie.
I am not going to give away any of the plot, I swear I’m not, but what happens to the main character is so germaine to how men live today.
We’re born, we have these gifts, and sometimes we know what to do with them - but usually we don’t, or somehow get it wrong. In this case, Tony Stark has a genius for electronics, programming, hardware manufacture, and innovative design. What does he do with his gifts? He lives like a frat kid off the scads of money he makes from being a ‘merchant of death’.
He’s all quips and no depth. Then he finds his purpose. Suddenly he’s a man living from his core, on a mission, and for the first time really living.
I never figured I would ever have the ‘need’ to write you. When I was angry, I knew you wouldn’t listen to me, knew you wouldn’t own up to everything you’ve done and continue to do. What I wanted most was for you to stop making excuses and face your life and, more importantly, face what you had done to me and my brother. When I finally let go of my anger, the I way I could function was to ignore you. Demote you. You weren’t Dad, you were Phil, and that distance felt safe.
Now, I’m in a different place really. The only place I could be as a result of the journey you started me on. Frankly, I have no expectations, nor do I care whether you agree with what I think. You are a very smart man (as if anything else is possible in this family) and you can either wield your logic like a weapon to warp the truth to your liking or you can let it serve you.
I think the mistake you’ve made is in thinking that if I would only understand you, buy-in to your story, that I would validate your actions and decisions. What you’ve never really gotten is that I do in fact ‘get’ you and understand why you’ve done what you’ve done, and how you’ve come to the place you in. And I called “bullshit” on your excuses, which you didn’t like.
I felt that “I’m doing the best I can” wasn’t a free pass for some of the heinous things you did. “I’m sorry” ceased to have any meaning.
It isn’t through understanding you that I’ve forgiven you. It is through understanding my ’self’, my divine and beautiful being that I have come to forgive.
The Journal of Family Psychology released the results of a new study this March. According to these geniuses, your marriage will kick more ass if the wife is the hotter of the spouses. As the hotter half of a dynamic duo, let me tell you…DUH!
When you are ‘hotter’ than your husband, he is eternally grateful to have landed you. You may not be every man’s goddess, but you sure are his. And since he is with a goddess, that must mean he, too, is deifically inclined. In other words? Being his goddess makes him feel like a god.
You guys are are absolutely dumbfounded by the workings of a woman’s mind. I suspect a man would rather study the almost-impossible-to-quantify world of quantum physics than even attempt to figure a woman out.
I know we can seem like a twisted, labyrinthine mystery but let’s see if we can bring a little light to the dark world of the feminine mind.
Sex Appeal
Men think they have to ‘be’ sexy to be sexy. You guys think that muscles paired with a tight black t-shirt make you sexy? Sure, they are sexy, but they don’t make you sexy.
Contrary to popular belief, muscles do not a hottie make. Feverishly working on your quads, triceps, and biceps is no guarantee that you will be a chick magnet. Behold, Exhibit A.
We’ll keep this one between us, dear readers. If you are crazy and still want to read some horrible, horrible 5th grade poetry, the poem “Valley Forge” is after the jump.
Whenever an advertising agency wants you to feel inspired and progressive about the future, they show amorpheous streams of energy moving at the speed of light or use slogans like “moving at the speed of thought”.
29 Moves, LLC has this fun little blurb on their homepage:
The Internet moves fast. Very fast indeed. So fast that one day you might wake up and realize that something you loved or used for years is now obsolete, outmoded or irrelevant. That is where we come in.
We are moving so fast that, much like the environment, extinction levels for technology have increased proportionally.
Technology promised to catch-us-up, now we have to catch-up with new technologies. Somehow this doesn’t feel very fair.
In The Universe: Unplanned Elegance?, I pondered whether the universe was ‘on purpose’.
I wondered if there was indeed a plan or order to it all. I thought perhaps, with hindsight, it only appeared there was an ultimate plan either through perception or our subconscious need to classify and order events.
Then I went home and got my answer.
As a entrepreneur-in-planning, I have been wrestling with aspects of the business for the better part of a year. Luckily, I am not in a hurry and am not interested in jumping out of a plane without a parachute. People these days can move at the speed of light but just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.
I have been wrangling the business plan, not the document that everyone obsesses over, but the actual plan for the business. It seemed that there was really only one way to launch the business, and it was larger-than-life and a massive undertaking.
