Irodology is defined by Wikipedia as: an alternative medicine technique whose proponents believe that patterns, colors, and other characteristics of the iris can be examined to determine information about a patient’s systemic health.

I started looking into this more last night. Why? My wife wanted to take some images of my eye while I was sitting at the computer. I remembered telling Syd about someone I met when I was 18. He was really big into herbal medication, Chinese mushrooms, and Iridology.

I didn’t understand as much back then. Lets say that, I wasn’t worldly. Now I now more and I can see more of what he was trying to tell me. Even though I still don’t listen to him, or to anyone else for that matter very well.

I did want to share this with some of yall out there that might find it interesting. The eye is very interesting. So here are a few images. They are of my eye, my wife’s and my cats.

As you can plainly see, I have stress rings. You will notice the circular cuts in the iris. Now, the wife, she doesn’t have those rings. Someone might say that they are slightly discolored. I don’t know enough about Iridology to say much about it. My cat? Well my cat has no stress and everything in his eyes look great. Yes, it will show in animals as well.

It is something to think about when you are looking at your health. I think that I will start to pay closer attention to my eyes. According to what I have been told and read, the eyes link almost every part of your body to them.

So why aren’t more doctors using this method the help keep people well? Have you, after reading this article, though more about what truths the eye may hold? Let me know your thoughts on such a theory/fact.

I’m so tired of calling tech support and speaking with someone that either doesn’t understand me or I can’t understand them. It is very annoying. I really wish that I could just boycott some of these companies that do this sort of thing.

When I call someone for support, I expect them to be supportive. What I do not expect is to ask them to repeat themselves multiple times. I just want to talk with someone that I can understand and that can understand me.

Just because you were taught English in school, does mean that your dialect is any good. In fact, it might down right suck. Which makes getting your problem resolved even more of a problem.

If I can’t understand your broken English, then you are surely not going to understand my southern draw. Then we end up in a communication stand off. I get angry because you are not listening to what I’m saying. The fact is that you are listening, you just can’t understand.

Companies that sub out call center work over seas because the labor is cheaper, should be heavily taxed. They are paying worker far cheaper than they would pay someone in the US. This does keep prices down though. Wouldn’t prices drop anyway from supply and demand? Was that not what we were taught in grade school?

Would our economy be any better off if we didn’t sub out work to companies overseas? I can’t really say that it would. Companies in America would charge more for products, and we might still be in the state that we are now.

Automobile makers are having a hard time in the US, at least the US ones are. Companies like Honda are thriving over here. Why? I have often wondered why such a thing could happen. Then I remember all of the tax breaks for 10 or even 20 years that towns, states, and other governments give foreign companies for starting a plant in a town in the US.

Towns people want their town to grow. So they tax break these companies. Then after the 10 or 20 years are up, then town is dead again because the companies up and leave. No tax break means that it will cost them a great deal of money to operate. Thus they leave for another town that will give them a tax break. It is cheaper to build a 10 million dollar plant, than it is to pay the taxes.

Back to the topic. I really do not like calling anywhere, even the local tel-co and getting someone that is in another country. I want to speak to someone that understands me clearly. I want to be able to understand them clearly. It is very frustrating trying to get things accomplished, when the lines of communication are not open.

What are your thoughts on this? Do you feel that subbing out call center work to other countries is right? Have you ever had trouble communicating with tech support or just billing support? Let me know your thoughts.

It started a while back with the wife asked me to go though my socks. I said I would. It is apperant that I was bitching about socks and having old ones. I see now that I should have just kept to myself.

The wife put all of my socks in a clothes basket. This was fine. She wanted me to go though them. The way she wanted me to go though them was right then. Go though the basket and pick out what I wanted to keep and get rid of the rest.

What I did was put on a pair each day. If I like the pair I wore them, and if I didn’t I would toss them into another pile to be trashed later. This was my way of not having to sit down and do them all at one time.

About a week ago the wife wanted the clothes basket back and it still had my socks in it. So I dumped them on the floor and continued to go though them the way that I had been. The wife didn’t like it, but I was working on it, just not all at one time.

The wife did laundry yesterday. All of the socks that were washed had been put back into the pile that I had been going though on a daily basis. So now, a week worth of work gone. I knew that most of the socks were ones I wanted to keep, but it didn’t sit well with me that they didn’t get put back into the drawer. So I got upset about it this morning and expressed my fustration and agrovation.

This provoked the wife to display her agrovation and fustration from the past month of dealing with the way I was doing things. It went back and forth a few times. Yelling, pointing out what the other did wrong, and just in general not making anything any better.

What I should have done was to just eat it. I should have just accepted the fact that I was being lazy and that more than likely the entire problem was my fault and just went on about my day.

If I had done it her way, I would not have had to deal with it but 1 day.
If I had done what I said I was going to do, I would not have had to deal with it but 1 day.

So, with a cool head and thinking calmly. I can see where the fault lyes. I was bitching, and she came up with a way to get me to do something about my bitching. I didn’t like the fact that I had to do it, and I really just didn’t want to do it. So I thought of the most laziest way to accomplish said task. It didn’t sit well with the wife and I blamed her for my lazyness. Thus an argument happened, and I’m writing a blog post about it.

Is it all my fault? To the major degree it is. Could the wife put the clean socks in the drawer? Yes she could have, but that is just a small part of the bigger picture. What do I hope to take away from this? To stop procrastinating, and just get the damn job done.

Where I thought I was being efficent, and a good use of my time, ended up being the biggest time waister of them all. In the mist of the argument, I mixed all of the clean sock pile, with the tossing out sock pile, and then I mixed all of the dirty sock in with them. So now I have a big pile of a waist of time. Who’s fault is that? Mine.

This is a song that my wife wanted on Amie Street. I’m listening to it for the first time tonight. Yes, I know it is 12:33 and it is no longer Wednesday. I was busy, Okay!?

Susan Enan is from England, Northern Ireland, and now resides in New York. Her voice is soft and pure. I enjoyed listening to her music. I really like the acoustic sound in Bring on the Wonder.

As of right now, Susan Enan has two songs on Amie Street. I’m really hoping that I will be able to hear more from her soon.

Other Sites: My Space, Personal Website

You know, sometimes there is a story that is shared with you, or you may happen a pon it, and it just really needs to be shared. This is one such story.

I can’t really say much about the story other than you should really read it. It is about someone that has over come some really bad times. A champion. Below is a copy of the story that was found here. I have pasted it here so that it will have another place on the internet. Also just incase the other gets deleted.

Make sure you finish it is you start it. The begining is a little rough and graphic.

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RAVE: My Life Since Getting Out of Prison
Date: 2008-06-26, 7:03PM PDT

I graduated from college in May, and this summer seemed like a good time to go through the box of papers and assignments I had been saving since the start, both to reminisce and to do a little cleanup.

Tucked in a folder of an old notebook at the very bottom of the box was the essay that follows. Written in longhand, it was the first assignment from the first class in my first semester.

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January 20, 2003
English 1A
Professer ___________

My Best Summer Memory

Hey man, I’m not really sure if you’re supposed to put an introduction in this thing, but here goes anyway. My name is ____________. My assignment today is to write an essay about the best thing that happened to me this last summer.

I know everybody’s been kinda looking at me in class, wondering why a dude in his thirties is taking English 1A instead of being out there working a job. I’m not too keen on talking about myself much. Most folks aren’t, I guess, unless they’re Paris Hilton. But since the assignment is a personal essay I suppose I don’t have much choice. Anyways the best thing that happened to me this last summer was when I finally got outta prison based on that DNA evidence.

I’ll tell you man, if you can’t appreciate getting outta prison then you haven’t been there to begin with. For me it started about three years ago when this chick got murdered in East San Jose while opening up her plumbing supply shop. Me and Merle came by a couple weeks later to pick up some PVC for a sprinkler repair, and for some reason the dude behind the counter thought we was a little suspicious, so he called the cops. They put me in a line up, but of course the dude already knew what I looked like and what clothes I was wearing so it wasn’t that tough to pick me out. Other than that there was no real evidence, but I didn’t have an alibi and I had a couple drunk and disorderlies on my record back from when me and Merle used to fight each other for fun after closing time.

They had it in their minds I was guilty, and they kept after me for two days, yelling and throwing stuff at me and telling me made-up stories about how Merle told them I did it. I always figured I was pretty tough but after awhile it just wore me down. I had to look at some pictures of death row and I got showed on my arm where the needles would go and everybody called me Dead Man Walking. They told me if I signed a confession I wouldn’t get the death penalty and I had to think about that one pretty hard. The lawyer they assigned to me smelled like he’d been pulling a cork during lunch and he fell asleep while they was questioning me. I knew I didn’t do nothing but sometimes life just ain’t all fair, and this seemed like one of those times. So I signed.

After the sentencing Merle sold my truck and moved all my stuff into storage for me, and promised me he’d look after Mussel Shoals, my black lab. They sent me up to San Quentin, and when I got there, I was put in the section with the black dudes.I found out later that’s what they do with new prisoners, except the blacks end up in the white section. I guess it’s to soften up the new inmates, I dunno. Whatever the reason it didn’t take long for them to find this paleface. One day I turn around, and there they stood, the welcoming committee.
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