Late Night Site Changes (2)

The problem is, once I start I can’t quit until I am finished.

Tonight I added the recent posts side-bar-item-thingy. I also spruced up the graphics a bit on the right side as it was quiet plain.
Look for the footer to return sometime soon when I receive a “graphical inspiration”.

Short life update (in no particular order):
Job is great
Condo is great
Wife is great

Sleeping is great, night all!

Insomnia

A couple of nights ago I watched my all time favorite movie, fight club, down the street at the Kettner’s condo. There is this great scene where “Jack” is visiting the doctor complaining of insomnia and ways to ease his nightly struggle. The doctor suggests he visit the testicular cancer survivors group at a local church, “to see real men in pain”. He discovers that being with others who are suffering more then him allows him to sleep like a baby. He quickly becomes addicted to these so called “survivor groups” faking various conditions all in the name of a good nights sleep. Along the way he runs into another “faker”, Marla, who imitates the lie he is living. From there things fall apart and he is no longer able to sleep. What isn’t clear in the movie is the point at which Tyler Durden comes to full fruition in Jack’s head, though I assume this is the point. For those who don’t know Tyler Durden is a ultra-masculine alternate personality that Jack “dreams” up to do all the things that he wishes he could do himself but is not manly enough to handle. What most people don’t understand about fight club is that it is more then just a brutal movie about men destroying each other with their fists. Rather it is a movie about generation X, specifically men from generation X. Men who had no “great war” to fight in, no way to prove themselves as men, men looking for a way to define themselves by something other then what marketing execs believe they should be. I bring this up because I worry about my generation, “generation why?”. We have a “great war” but a war that no one believes in, a war that most men of my generation only watch in news bites from the sidelines. Are the men of “gen why?” doomed much like those of “gen X”? We are constantly being bombarded by advertisers telling us what we should own, what we should wear, drive, be, eat, etc. This is something that the men of “the greatest generation” would never let fly. Men of the greatest generation smoked cigars, drank, didn’t take crap, built things with their hands, fixed things around the house, mowed the lawn, hand shoveled the drive-way, fixed their own car, etc. I think you get the picture. In my generation we want things handed to us, problems fixed for us, and no responsibility. What happened to manliness? When did it die? We are taught to fear our surroundings rather then master them. We have this culture that has had all the hardship gutted from it. Our heroes are overpaid athletes, celebrities with no morals and corrupt politicians. We believe everything the loudest voice throws at us. Since when did we become a bunch of scared sheep? Perhaps we just need something to believe in.

Well, I am going to lie down and try to fight my insomnia.