Beezner’s “Blasted Brain-Thoughts”
A little bit of something for … oh, nevermind. Just C’mon in, look around, and have some fun!

Mar
01

I have to speak out. I’m just that type of person. I cannot just sit back and let bigotry, racism, intolerance, and hatred run rampant and unchallenged. Why am I saying this here and now? It has to do with a recent discussion that I have been having with another individual in another blog. To get things started, I’ll share with you a couple of statements that this individual (whom I will henceforth refer to as “the author”) said:

“I’m real American, white and Christian, u presuming to “American public” as “Muslim.” “Muslim” CANNOT POSSIBLY BE TRUE AMERICAN.”

and

“America a nation made by white Christians for white Christians.”

I believe that everyone has the right to express their opinions…period. I will defend a person’s right to voice those opinions. But I don’t believe that anyone has the right to force their opinions/beliefs/values/morals etc. on another person. On a personal level, I am very concerned and disturbed with the author’s statements.

First, the phrase “real American” must be brought into question. The author seems to be suggesting that the white, European settlers who came to North America, stole the land from the Native Americans, brought disease, and slaughtered millions are the “real Americans.” Without hesitation or reservation, I must wholeheartedly and emphatically disagree. If we go by the “either-or” premise that the author seems to be suggesting, then by rights, aren’t the Native Americans the only TRUE Americans? They were neither white nor Christian. By the way, if I recall correctly, weren’t the Native Americans here first? Hmm.

I find the author’s lack of understanding and mutual respect truly disturbing and flat-out dangerous. You see, I am an “American.” I was born an “American” and have lived in the U.S.A. my entire life. My father, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers all served in the U.S. military. My ancestry is predominantly of Scottish descent (on both sides) but my great-great grandmother was Cherokee. My wife and kids are part of the Cherokee Nation. In my opinion, stating that only white Christians can be true Americans is blatantly offensive and implies that my family is somehow less “American”…in fact, less human. To me, the mentality of any person who refuses to acknowledge and respect another person’s cultures, beliefs, values, morals, etc. is no different than the type of mentality it takes to fly airplanes into buildings. Respect and acknowledgment of another’s culture and ideas doesn’t mean that those cultures and ideas have to be embraced and/or adopted by the individual. Our differences are what makes us truly strong and human.

Second, although I am not a Muslim, it seems to me that saying that a Muslim cannot be a TRUE American is not rational and certainly would not be able to withstand any legitimate cross-examination. Remember, not all “founding fathers” of the United States were Christians. What about Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin? They were principle players in the founding of this nation, yet they did not buy into the premise that the author stated when he/she said, “America a nation made by white Christians for white Christians.” Isn’t it ironic that self-professed “Christians”, like the author, often forget the fact that Jesus, himself, was not a “Christian.” He was, of course, a natural-born and “practicing” Jew.

Everyone has a different idea of what “truth” actually is. I would even go so far as to say that no two people are capable of believing or agreeing on everything exactly the same way. People may be like-minded to varying degrees, and some may even agree on most things. However, since people are individuals, their life experiences are different and, therefore, they are incapable of agreeing on absolutely everything. Even twins do not share the same life experiences. In fact, two people could be standing right next to each other, watch a car crash, and come away with two completely different interpretations of what happened. Both would also claim their observations as “truth.” It seems to me that, at best, their observations are only partial “truths.”

Many people make claims like, “If I see it, I will believe it.” The inherent problem with this conclusion is that we cannot truly trust our own senses. Professional magicians & illusionists make a very good living at making people “see” something that isn’t really there. Even security cameras don’t always provide the entire truth because we are only seeing one perspective. And sometimes, even that perspective is blurry or fuzzy and has to be interpreted.

Many people believe in a heaven. However, no one knows with certainty if there is actually one or not. A sincere belief in something does not make it an actual truth. The individual believer may consider their belief to be a truth, but that doesn’t make it actually so. Another illustration can be seen in our own court system. A defendant may be found “not guilty,” but that doesn’t mean they are actually “innocent.”

So, I guess what I am saying (in a very long-winded way) is that I don’t think EVERYONE can ever completely be in agreement regarding what is actually true. Usually, it comes down to a consensus by the majority as to what is considered to be acceptable societal truth.

For me, embracing the cause of diversity has been one of the most rewarding, enriching, and life-changing decisions I could have ever made. Diversity provides a clearer glimpse into the idea of “truth” for me. I actually see the world in a different light than I did when I was younger. In my opinion, striving to see the world through another person’s eyes is one of the most honorable and noble of all human achievements. This very striving helps me to work past some my own prejudices. While I don’t always agree, I do try to understand and respect. The way I see it, mutually inclusive change can only truly take place when we are willing to risk opening our eyes, minds, and hearts to each other.

Be well.

Feb
27

These two words are “keys” that I give my acting students to help them unlock their characters during the rehearsal process and before every performance.  I ask them to dig deep, go beyond the obvious, and find out, as precisely as possible, what this simple phrase means for them.  It has limitless interpretations.

So, what does it mean to you and how can you apply it to your own life as an actor?

Feb
26

Here are two stories about a couple of pastors I used to work with.  Sometimes, appearances CAN be deceiving:

 Several years ago, I served as the Youth Pastor in a church that was having, shall we say, ”financial difficulties.”  (If you have every worked in a church before, you know that this is not necessarily an uncommon problem for churches to have.)  One day, the Senior Pastor, George*, gathered the entire church staff together in order to ask all of us to “volunteer” to go one month without pay.  He stated that we were in the service of the Lord and that our salaries were based entirely on faith.  Now, this news was most concerning to me and my wife.  We had three very small children at the time and this was a pretty big pill to ask us to swallow. 

After he was finished speaking, he asked for a show of hands as to who would be willing to volunteer to go without pay for that month.  He also stated that it would be a great show of inspiration for the congregation if they saw that everyone on staff volunteered to not be paid that month.  Before any hands were raised, I brought up one small, but relevant, question.  I said, “Pastor George, what happens if we decide not to volunteer?”  His reply?  “Well, you’re not going to be paid anyway, so you might as well volunteer.”

 My next question stirred some definite agitation from Pastor George.  I asked, “If we are not getting paid anyway, how can this possibly be a voluntary action?”  I won’t go into the details of his response, but needless-to-say, he wasn’t pleased.  To me, by parading the entire staff before the congregation and stating that they were “volunteering to go one month without pay” was very misleading.  The congregation remained clueless to the truth; but those of us on staff certainly knew what was going on.

 A few years earlier, I was working for another pastor, Brian*.  He was a gem.  Or at least that’s what I thought before I actually began working for the church.  You see, I was the first additional full-time staff that the church had ever hired.  Pastor Brian had worked by himself in that church for approximately 8 years before I came.  He was very used to doing things his own way.  At first, I thought he was a wonderful speaker and teacher.  Everything was great for about the first 6 weeks or so.  Then, things dramatically changed.  He wouldn’t let me do my job.  He wanted to do EVERYTHING.  As a creative person, this was very frustrating for me. 

The last straw came when he and I went to a Pastor’s Seminar.  He said to me that he didn’t like people…at all.  I thought to myself, “If you don’t like people, why on earth would you go into the ministry?”  I left soon after that . . . not because I really wanted to, but because he decided to cut my salary in half and completely do way with my pension, housing allowance, and health benefits.  He gave me this “gift” only five days before Christmas.  Merry Christmas!

* Names have been changed to protect . . . Well, I mean . . . they’ve been altered in order to . . . oh, nevermind.

Feb
23

Dead Like Me was/is, in my humble opinion, one of the smartest, funniest, and original shows that has been on TV for quite some time. It deals with themes about the “human condition” in ways that have not been seen before. For those of you who have never seen this show, please allow me to briefly summarize:

The basic story revolves around teenager Georgia (George) Lass and her untimely death by flaming toilet seat. The toilet seat is debris from the Mir Space Station that didn’t completely burn up upon re-entry into Earth’s atmosphere. The story then centers on George’s life in the “after-life” … she is now a “Grim Reaper.”

The show was originally on Showtime, but was cancelled after only two seasons. It was recently picked up by SciFi. The cast was wonderful and included the talents of Mandy Patinkin, Cynthia Stevenson, and my personal friend, Ms. Christine Willes (Delores Herbig). Fortunately, both seasons of this show are available on DVD. Although the content and language is intended for mature audiences, I highly recommend this series.

Feb
06

A couple of years ago, I was approached about the possibility of putting on some kind of presentation that would both promote the cause of diversity and celebrate Black History month. Little did I realize what an interesting journey my students and I were about to take. The very thought of a theatrical program like this was interesting to me from the start and I immediately began to research and come up with ideas. Then, “lightning” struck my brain, and DYE-VERSE CITY was born.

To me, displaying and portraying the concept of diversity on the stage became an extraordinary challenge, one which I fully embraced. The concept of this production can be summed up in the title itself. First, the specific spelling of the word “DYE” was chosen because it is representative of color . . . actually, all colors. I believe that the wide varieties of color we experience in life are significant contributors to what make our world interesting and beautiful. In nature, there are no limits to color combinations, hues, intensities, contrasts, or values. I also believe that “colors” are not limited by our sense of sight, but may also be experienced through the senses of sound and touch as well. Think about it.

Second, the word “VERSE” represents the type of literary genres I have chosen to represent the cause of diversity. I chose to use a variety of poetry, prose, essays, and speeches (which I then adapted for theatrical purposes) to help communicate the idea that we have a literal “gold mine” of diversity that is just begging to be embraced. Theatrical performance, in turn, became the primary medium for which this particular artistic process was to be presented, viewed, and communicated. Good literature is interesting in that it always includes three basic elements that help communicate genuine human ideas: Universality, Individuality, and Suggestion. These three elements help both the actor and the audience to become mutually active participants within any given moment of a theatrical production. Both groups need each other in order for the art of theatre to be fully experienced. The great thing about theatre is, in my humble opinion, that the experience is never the same twice. The theatrical experience itself is as diverse as the actors, audience, and literature being performed. True change begins to take place when we take active steps to understand these experiences and then decide what to do with them.

The third word is “CITY.” This word was chosen to represent the diversity of the populace. Every city in the world is as diverse as the people who live there. The variety of beliefs, values, cultures, religions, and ethnicities becomes obviously apparent when we stop to take a deeper look at our surroundings. Just consider the amazing variety of human ideas that show up in the architecture, neighborhoods, shopping centers, businesses, parks, schools, etc. I could go on and on, but I think you get the idea.

This theatrical experience is filled “to the brim” with ideas that celebrate diversity. Although DYE-VERSE CITY was originally meant to be a part of the celebration of Black History month, this play is not exclusively about Black History. It also includes ideas ranging anywhere from Latinos to Quakers to gender issues to sexual-orientation to obesity to inmates, etc. It is a virtual plethora of ideas and ideals and touches on just about anything one can think of. It is also as artistically diverse as the content of the program, using theatre, music, visual art, film etc. as vehicles to promote tolerance, understanding, and change.

It is my sincerest hope that audiences come away from this show with something genuine to think and talk about. It is not meant to be a show that is ever the same twice. Embracing our diversity is a cause that is most certainly worth taking advantage of. Even though we may not always agree with each other, I believe that if we start to cultivate the richness of our diversities, we can then begin to make real and positive changes in this world.

If you are interested in having your original literary material (poetry, prose, drama, etc.) considered for possible inclusion in this production, please post your interest and leave an e-mail address where you can be reached.

Be well.

Beezner

Dec
06

Only a few short weeks after the Nintendo Company released the much anticipated Wii (pronounced “wee”) gaming system, it has just announced another technological break-through that will most certainly satisfy the cravings of all videogame adrenaline “junkies.”  The new announcement discloses the introduction of a portable gaming system that is completely interactive with the new Wii console.  This next phase in video entertainment is expected to revolutionize the portable gaming world.  While its size is comparable to that of the popular DS Lite, this new system has all the thrills of the Wii.  It will be called . . . the “Wee-Wii.”

Just imagine it.  Children of all ages will be free to play with their “Wee-Wii’s” all day long.  They can openly grasp their Wee-Wii’s in the clean air and warm sunshine found at the city park.  They can share their Wee-Wii’s with their friends with guilt-free, liberating glee.  They will be able to have parties dedicated entirely to the plasma-pulsing-pleasure that can only be provided by a fully functioning Wee-Wii. 

However, all good things, even hand-held ones, must come to an end.  “Kids” will inevitably hear the dreaded cry of their parents (and/or spouses/significant others) when it comes time for bed, “You need to quit playing with your Wee-Wii’s, now.  It’s time to go to sleep.”

Ahh!  What a fantastic world we live in!  In celebration of this miniature marvel, let us fully embrace this wonder with both hands and shout, as the French do, a hearty “Oui! Oui! Oui!” to the grand “Wee-Wii!” 

Written by T. Scott Steel
All Rights Reserved.

(Disclaimer: This article is entirely fictitious and is intended for entertainment purposes only.)

Jun
04

I don’t know who these people are, but I did include websites that provide some interesting information about their origins (or at least discuss some possibilities of their origins). Personally, I believe that each one of these people deserve a very special place in Heaven for their inventions which have been so helpful to humanity. God bless you all!

1. Duck (or Duct) Tape; http://ask.yahoo.com/20030502.html
2. Twist-Tie; http://www.marwit.com/investments2b_tt.html
3. Remote Control; http://www.ideafinder.com/history/inventions/story061.htm
4. Zip-Lock; (I couldn’t really find anything useful)
5. Drinking Straw; http://inventors.about.com/library/inventors/blstraws.htm
6. Velcro; http://www.answers.com/topic/velcro
7. Post-It Notes; http://www.3m.com/about3m/pioneers/fry.jhtml

Now, I don’t know who came up with the idea of these “beauties”, but GOD knows!!! Personally, I believe that each one of these people deserve a very special place in HELL for their abominations which have become the bane of humanity for all decent, law-abiding citizens. To these people I can only say … Go and die, you gravy-sucking pig scum-of-the-earth!

1. Modern toy packaging
2. CD, DVD, etc. packaging
3. Pop-up ads and Internet SPAM
4. Computer viruses, worms, etc.
5. Proprietary car tires
6. “Consultants”, in general
7. Micro-managers and many (not all) “administrators” who mistakenly think that they are “leaders.”

Rest assured that I will continue to add to these lists. If you have any ideas for input, feel free to post a response.

Also, in an effort to clarify any potential misunderstanding, I am making the following disclaimer:  I’M BEING SARCASTIC.  This piece is intended to be viewed as humourous and nothing more.

Jun
04

This is a very fun twist on a familiar children’s story that was passed down to me by my father. It is spoken in a form of “double-talk” that works better if you say the words out loud. Here’s how it basically works:

1. Each SYLLABLE in any word is essentially divided in half, yet stays together as a pair.

2. The first part of each syllable pair ENDS with an “L” sound and the second part of the syllable pair BEGINS with an “F” sound.

3. For example, the word “CAR” has one syllable and would be pronounced “CARL-FAR” in this form of double-talk. The two-syllable word “TABLE” would be pronounced, “TALE-FAY-BULL-FULL.” Get it?

Although it can be difficult at first, if you keep at it, you’ll get it. (BTW, the words are spelled phonetically.) Enjoy!


Wul-funce ul-fa-pol-fon ale-fay tile-fime, therel-fare lil-fived threel-fee lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-figs. Wul-fun dale-fay, thul-fuh pil-figs well-fent owl-fout il-fin-tool-foo thul-fuh bil-fig whirl-fhirld tool-foo bill-filled therel-fare howl-fowl-sell-fez.Thul-fuh firl-first lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig cale-fame uhl-fuh-crawl-foss ale-fay pile-file uhl-fuv strawl-fall al-fand deel-fee-sile-fie-del-fed tool-foo bill-filled hill-fiz howl-fowse owl-fout uhl-fuv ill-fit. (Thul-fuh pil-fig bill-filleds hill-fiz howl-fowse.)

Uhl-fuh-lol-fong cale-fame thul-fuh bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf hool-foo nahl-focked all-fon thul-fuh lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig’s doorl-four al-fand sell-fed, “Lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig! Lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig! Lel-fet meel-fee cuhl-fum ill-fin!” Tool-foo will-fitch the pil-fig reel-fee-pliel-fied, “Nahl-fot bile-fy thul-fuh hairl-fare all-fon myl-fy chil-fin-neel-fee chil-fin chil-fin!” Thel-fen, thul-fuh bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf roarl-fored, “Thel-fen I’ll-fye hul-fuff al-fand pul-fuff al-fand blow-fow yourl-four howl-fowse ill-in!” Al-fand thal-fat’s wuhl-fut heel-fee dil-fid! Heel-fee hul-fuffed and pull-fuffed al-fand bloowl-foo hil-fis howl-fowse ill-fin! Al-fand the lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig ral-fan uhl-fuh-whale-fay!

Thul-fuh sel-fec-uhl-fund lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig cale-fame uhl-fuh-crawl-foss ale-fay pile-file uhl-fuv still-fix al-fand deel-fee-sile-fie-del-fed tool-foo bill-filled hill-fiz howl-fowse owl-fout uhl-fuv ill-fit. (Thul-fuh pil-fig bill-filleds hill-fiz howl-fowse.)

Uhl-fuh-lol-fong cale-fame thul-fuh bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf hool-foo nahl-focked all-fon thul-fuh lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig’s doorl-four al-fand sell-fed, “Lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig! Lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig! Lel-fet meel-fee cuhl-fum ill-fin!” Tool-foo will-fitch the pil-fig reel-fee-pliel-fied, “Nahl-fot bile-fy thul-fuh hairl-fare all-fon myl-fy chil-fin-neel-fee chil-fin chil-fin!” Thel-fen, thul-fuh bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf roarl-fored, “Thel-fen I’ll-fye hul-fuff al-fand pul-fuff al-fand blow-fow yourl-four howl-fowse ill-in!” Al-fand thal-fat’s wuhl-fut heel-fee dil-fid! Heel-fee hul-fuffed and pull-fuffed al-fand bloowl-foo hil-fis howl-fowse ill-fin! Al-fand the lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig ral-fan uhl-fuh-whale-fay!

Thul-fuh thirl-fird lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig cale-fame uhl-fuh-crawl-foss ale-fay pile-file uhl-fuv brill-fix al-fand deel-fee-sile-fie-del-fed tool-foo bill-filled hill-fiz howl-fowse owl-fout uhl-fuv ill-fit. (Thul-fuh pil-fig bill-filleds hill-fiz howl-fowse.)

Uhl-fuh-lol-fong cale-fame thul-fuh bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf hool-foo nahl-focked all-fon thul-fuh lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig’s doorl-four al-fand sell-fed, “Lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig! Lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig! Lel-fet meel-fee cuhl-fum ill-fin!” Tool-foo will-fitch the pil-fig reel-fee-pliel-fied, “Nahl-fot bile-fy thul-fuh hairl-fare all-fon myl-fy chil-fin-neel-fee chil-fin chil-fin!” Thel-fen, thul-fuh bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf roarl-fored, “Thel-fen I’ll-fye hul-fuff al-fand pul-fuff al-fand blow-fow yourl-four howl-fowse ill-in!” Tool-foo will-fitch thul-fuh pil-fig reel-fee-plyel-fied, “Wul-fut-el-fev-verl-fer.”

Thul-ful bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf beel-fee-gal-fan tool-foo hul-fuff al-fand pul-fuff, bul-fut ill-fit wull-fus all-fall forl-fore nul-fuh-theel-fing. Thuh-ful howl-fowse wool-fud nahl-fot fall-fall dowl-fown. Thil-fis mayl-fade thuh-fuh bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf verl-fare-reel-fee ALE-FANG-GREEL-FEE!

Sole-fo, Thul-ful bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf thol-fot al-fand thol-fot ul-fun-til-fil heel-fee cale-fame uhl-fup will-fith ale-fay plal-fan. Hee-fee wul-fus gol-fo-weel-fing tool-foo cliyel-fime ul-fup ul-pup-all-fon thul-fuh rool-foof al-fand cliyel-fime dowl-fown thul-fuh chil-fim-neel-fee! Heel-fee beel-fee-gal-fan tool-foo cliyel-fime …

Meel-feen-while-file, thul-fuh thirl-fird lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-fig wul-fus gel-fet-teel-fing hul-fun-greel-fee al-fand beel-fee-gal-gan tool-foo preel-pare hil-fis dil-fin-nerl-fer. Heel-fee bill-filt ale-fay bil-fig fiyel-fire tool-foo cool-cook will-fith. Al-fas thul-fuh bil-fig bal-fad wool-foolf deel-fee-sell-fend-dell-fed thul-fuh chil-fim-neel-fee, heel-fee beel-fee-gal-fan tool-foo feel-fee sul-fum heel-feet. Howl-fow-el-fev-erl-fer, heel-fee cul-fun-til-fin-youl-food dowl-fown thul-fuh chil-fim-neel-fee uhl-fun-til-fill hil-fis tail-fail tull-fuched thul-fuh boyl-foil-leel-fing wall-faht-terl-fer! Wil-fith thal-fat, heel-fee shol-fot liyel-fike ale-fay rol-fok-kel-fet ill-fin tool-foo thul-fuh skyel-fye! Al-fan thul-fuh lil-fih-tuhl-fuhl pil-figs lil-fived thul-fuh rell-fest uhl-fov therel-fare dale-fays cul-fum-pleel-feet-leel-fee freel-fee uhl-fov wool-foolfs!

Theel-fee El-fend!

Jun
04

Being vague is exactly like that one thing. You know what I mean?

It’s like the time that that one person went to that place not too far here to pick up all those things and then they fell completely through to the other side. Or how about when you saw it at that house in the room with all the stuff?

I remember when I was at that very special age when all the things I thought about were right in front of me all along. I’m sure you experienced similar things when you were sitting in that one class. You remember? The teacher always carried around that thing which made the strange noise when it was used to do the specific task that the teacher needed to be done right that minute. Or what about the kid who always made life a little more interesting because they would always do that … you know … thing and had that certain … you know … look? You know?

On the other hand, sometimes it is better to forget that some things ever happened. When I start getting those feelings, I try to do the one thing that makes me feel opposite. Working on opposite feelings allows me to move to another plane of thinking. I no longer have to think about the things that that person did to me when they used those stuff-covered things that turned my personal object into the very thing that I didn’t want it to be. Don’t you just HATE that? I know you do.

How about TV? Remember that great show that would come on every week at the same time? I mean, wow! Now there was something you could count on! Every week, at precisely the same time, that show would come on and then here “They” came doing those amazing things that they always did! It was so awesome! I think my favorite episode was when the evil dude battled the good dude and then the good dude almost lost until, at the very last moment, he was able to vanquish the evil dude with nothing more than his justice-filled will and a roll of duck-tape! They certainly don’t make TV like THAT anymore, that’s for sure.

Well, I’m off for now. But I look forward to coming back at exactly the same time on the precise someday with more thoughts about those things in life which are most important to all us … you know what they are.

Written by T. Scott Steel
All Rights Reserved.

Jun
04

Honestly, I have NO IDEA what got into me when I wrote this. I guess it was a momentary spastic compulsion that decided to puke itself straight onto the computer screen. Oh well …

I SEE hot sauce.
You know, sauce that is hot.
Not some tepid sauce.
For me, it has to be …
HOT!

I SMELL hot sauce.
I start to sweat.
Not fearing any loss,
For me, it has to be …
HOT? You bet!

I FEEL hot sauce.
It makes me salivate.
My mouth becomes the Boss.
For me, it has to be …
HOT! (Damn, I can’t wait!)

I HEAR hot sauce.
What? That can’t be true.
Through impatient tympanic beats.
For me, it has to be …
HOT! (I hear it! Don’t you?)

I SENSE hot sauce.
I feel it in my blood.
Making my aggrivated brain pulse
So you see,
Especially for me,
It simply has to be …
HOT SAUCE!

Written by T. Scott Steel
All Rights Reserved.