Letters to the Editor
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Published Letters: 43 Editor's Choice: 3
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Dreams
[Read the article: I've been having strange dreams -- what are they telling me?]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I second Kate's previous letter here. Dreams mean nothing; random impluses that signify nothing.
I know this for a fact. I dream all the time and very vividly. So vividly, that when I am awake I have to differentiate between an actual memory and memory of a dream. For example, was I on a beach on cloudy day, wearing a yellow swim suit with my mother standing 20 feet away? Answer, no. That was a dream. Or did I panic and search for my year old daughter after I turned away for a moment and she disappeared? A real memory. The neighbor walked her back after a mere 5 minutes, she walked around the corner of the house.
I am sick of dreams. I hate it and rarely do I have dreams or nightmares. Everytime I close my eyes, another life appears. Anyone who can't remember their dreams are more fortunate than they know. A good night is the rare one I don't dream or don't remember.
But I did have one after I saw Jurassic park. Dinosaurs were amongst us but only eating the middle class. Why? Well, the rich don't fear the poor as they have no hope and accept their lot. But the middle class, who have knowledge and hope, could remove the rich from their place of power. So us middle class folks were dressing as shabbily as possible to avoid being eaten by the dinosaurs.
What is the deep meaning with this one? Nothing right? Just a dinosaur/socialist fun fest.
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Bi racial state
[Read the article: Open adoption, broken heart]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I read this article and read many of the letters posted. I do have a question over a point that confuses me.
I am white, as is most of my family. I say most, because I do have a bi-racial niece. She is gorgeous, smart and it's a much better world with her in it.
My niece has always lived with her mother, my sister, and her African-American father has been in and out of her life. (It is a family dynamic that I hope will work itself out.)
Because my niece is bi-racial, should she leave her white mother and all of us who love her and live with her father's family? (Her father does not wish to have a child to care for.) It seems to me many think so. Does my niece's half-black state override her white half in importance? Can't she be who she is and not be labeled and categorized?
This over-emphasis on something so insignificant as skin color is moronic and damaging. Don't call me naive. I know the world we live in, and it will remain so as long as people give in to this stupidity.
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Navel gazing?
[Read the article: Hipster rebel punk outsiders -- 99 cents a dozen]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I told my children when they were growing up that they COULD NOT be anything they may dream, they WILL NOT achieve the talent or the things they may want if only they work hard enough & believe hard enough. AND if anyone who tells them so, is lying. I was given a "bad mother" label by teachers and others.
What I did tell my children was what they could do is to know themselves; know their talents, preferences and limits. From there, they could build a life plan A, plan B, plan C, etc. And if their choices hold out, their luck stands in locating opportunities and they persevere, they may find themselves to be content and maybe even happy. I thought it important that they understood that not everything is within their control and they should work within those things that are in their control and adapt to those that are not.
My father had a friend who gave this epiphany. My father's friend, a middle aged man when I was in high school, who thought himself a failure because he did not play pro ball even though he praticed all the time and was the best on his high school team. I heard this story at the dinner table and suggested that the competition must of been better. He ignored my thought, afterall I was only 17 (I wouldn't pay much attention to me either then) and went into a litany on how he failed play by play by play. He obviously didn't understand it was beyond his control; he may of been good, but the competition was better.
It irritates me to no end to hear a young person say they want to "be somebody." I always want to ask, "who exactly is this 'somebody' that you want to be?" Does that really mean to be a famous someone in something? Or to own a 4 bedroom in the suburbs and drive an expensive car? No really, I don't know what it means.
Well, if this is navel-gazing, so be it. Even though, I don't believe navel-gazing applies to this article.