Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Mailing
I have a mailing address for Bear, if you want to send him letters just let me know and I can give you the address.
Email me at:
quinault@me.com
for his mailing address.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Enroute
Bear left the country almost two weeks ago and is enroute to his duty station. He is doing pretty well. Thanks for the prayers!
Friday, January 9, 2009
A quick word for those that are wondering
Bear is leaving in two weeks for Afghanistan. Those of you following along know he has been gone off and on since last July. We expect him home around the next Nativity cycle. Ironically the people that he was supposed to go with to Iraq are already prepping to come home.
We are due to have baby #4 late July. Bear will be coming home for a couple weeks to meet them around the time we are due.
Bear's now has TWO herniated lumbar discs. But the discs aren't bad enough to warrant surgery. There is pretty good medical care where he will be stationed as a secret squirrel so he can have physical therapy while he is there. So he won't be assigned to the rear det while he recovers.
He might just have internet access over there, so he may be able to do some blogging from there.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
We've Solved the Energy "Crisis"
Fill 'Er Up With Human Fat
Peter C. Beller, 12.22.08, 05:00 AM ESTHow a Beverly Hills doctor powered his SUV using his patients' spare tires.
Liposuctioning unwanted blubber out of pampered Los Angelenos may not seem like a dream job, but it has its perks. Free fuel is one of them.
For a time, Beverly Hills doctor Craig Alan Bittner turned the fat he removed from patients into biodiesel that fueled his Ford SUV and his girlfriend's Lincoln Navigator.
Love handles can power a car? Frighteningly, yes. Fat--whether animal or vegetable--contains triglycerides that can be extracted and turned into diesel. Poultry companies such as Tyson are looking into powering their trucks on chicken schmaltz, and biofuel start-ups such as Nova Biosource are mixing beef tallow and pig lard with more palatable sources such as soybean oil. Mike Shook of Agri Process Innovations, a builder of biodiesel plants, says this year's batch of U.S. biodiesel was likely more than half animal-derived since the price of soybeans soared.
A gallon of grease will get you about a gallon of fuel, and drivers can get about the same amount of mileage from fat fuel as they do from regular diesel, according to Jenna Higgins of the National Biodiesel Board. Animal fats need to undergo an additional step to get rid of free fatty acids not present in vegetable oils, but otherwise, there's no difference, she says.
Greenies like the fact that waste, such as coffee grounds and french-fry grease, can be turned into power. "The vast majority of my patients request that I use their fat for fuel--and I have more fat than I can use," Bittner wrote on lipodiesel.com. "Not only do they get to lose their love handles or chubby belly but they get to take part in saving the Earth." Bittner's lipodiesel Web site is no longer online.
Using fat to fuel cars might be environmentally friendly, but it's definitely illegal in California to use human medical waste to power vehicles, and Bittner is being investigated by the state's public health department.
Although it's unclear when Bittner started and stopped making fat fuel or how he made it, his activities came to light after recent lawsuits filed by patients that allege he allowed his assistant and his girlfriend to perform surgeries without a medical license.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Personal Update 23 Dec
I'm back home for a few precious days. Internet connection where I was stationed was slow and spotty at best, putting this blog out of my reach.
This mobe's been pretty rough emotionally. Not that I was expecting a picnic, but I didn't think it was going to be this difficult. Maybe, being all but gone for the last six month is a factor. We were originally told that us local soldiers could commute from home, but on our second day they (the commander) took our keys away. Being locked down on a post unable to see my family who lived just up the road was hard, but being prevented from attending Liturgy was a huge kick in the stomach. There's Catholic, Jewish, and Protestant services on base, but no Orthodox (the Special Forces Chaplain was Orthodox and held Liturgy there on post, but he retired last year). I met with our Chaplain (who's a Protestant and a good man) but there was nothing to be done as I wasn't allowed to go off post. That was horribly, horribly discouraging.
Acedia, always lurking in the background, has been running rampant through our unit taking no prisoners. It's been heartbreaking to see. All I can do is pray and try (much of the time not very successfully) to keep my own head above the water.
I re-activated my back injury from a year ago during training. The last few days I've been "on profile" (limited physical activities restriction due to injury/illness). I've had MRI's and X-rays done, next week I can hopefully find out what my future status is going to be, deployment, late deployment, discharge, who knows? The uncertainty is obnoxious to say the least.
Last night as I was headed for bed, my injury screaming, the kids asleep, too exhausted and overwhelmed to keep my prayer rule; I paused for a moment in front of the icon of the Mother of God to fire off a quick impromptu prayer. I had lit the candles in front of the icons when I'd come home and the candle in front of her icon had been burning really low, barely registering a circle of light on the ceiling as it was near the end of the wick. But when I'd crossed myself and venerated the icon, the flame in the votive then leaped up, throwing light onto the upper half of the icon and stayed there long after the other candle (which had been nowhere near the end of it's wick) had burned out.
An insignificant detail perhaps, but I couldn't help but notice. Draw your own conclusions.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I'M SORRY!!!!
I wish to apologize and publicly retract any and all nasty things I may have said about Texas.
I'm training at Ft XXXXXX, preparing for deployment; the other day we were in a medical briefing where we were informed that we were getting the smallpox shot. The problem with the shot is that one is required to quarantined for thirty days while the live vaccine shot (which turns into a potentially infectious scab) heals and falls off. The problem was that we're scheduled to have a week off for Christmas and New Years before the thirty days are up.
My wife is pregnant. My son is one. This puts them at high risk as far as being around someone who has had the shot before the scab's gone. Other soldier's have pregnant spouses, another had a wife in Chemo.
If it was just Washington soldiers, they most likely would've rolled over and still went with the vaccination. But the Texan soldiers literally gave the medics hell, yelling at them. It got pretty heated. The best comment was "So you mean to tell me, that you're more concerned with Haji (that's a soldier slur for our enemy) getting smallpox from me than my wife and kids?!" I was proud of these guys for not just taking it.
I freakin' hate smallpox. Being an american ndn, God only knows how badly my wife and my own families had been decimated by it. I don't want that bug within a million miles of my family; and because of the Texan's take-no-crap-attitude the vaccination was pushed back to after our leave. I am deeply grateful and so I must take back and eat all my bad words about that state. Thanks guys!!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Thanksgiving Akathist (written by a Priest in the Soviet Gulag 1940)
Kontakion 1
O King of ages, Who, by the power of Thy salvific providence, holdeth in Thy right hand all the ways of man’s life: I thank Thee for all Thy visible and secret goods, for earthly life and for the heavenly joy of Thy future Kingdom. Pour forth richly Thy grace, in the future as well, on us who sing to Thee: Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Ikos 1
I was born on earth as a feeble and helpless child, but Thy angel, spreading his shiny wings, has sheltered my cradle. From that moment Thy love shines in all my ways and miraculously guides me into the light of eternity. For that my soul lauds Thee and hails Thee with all who know Thee:
Glory to Thee Who hast called me into life.
Glory to Thee Who art revealing to us the beauty of the universe.
Glory to Thee Who art opening to us heaven and earth as an eternal book of wisdom.
Glory to Thy eternity in the passing world.
Glory to Thee for Thy covert and overt mercies.
Glory to Thee for every sigh of my heart.
Glory to Thee for every step of life, / every moment of joy.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 2
O Lord, how good it is for us to be Thy guests! How fine it is for us in Thy world. The fields are fragrant, the mountains rise high up into the sky, and the golden rays of sun and the light clouds are reflected in the water. All nature mysteriously speaks about Thee, all is filled with Thy mercy and all carries the seal of Thy love. Blessed be the earth which, with her short-lasting beauty, awakens the yearning for the eternal homeland in Thy kingdom, where in everlasting beauty resounds the song: Alleluia!
Ikos 2
Thou broughtest me into this life as if into a wonderful garden. I see the sky deep and blue, the birds as they chirp in flight; I listen to the soothing rustle of trees and the sonorous sound of waters; my mouth is enjoying fragrant and succulent fruits. How wonderful it is in Thy world and how joyous it is to be Thy guest!
Glory to Thee for the feast of life!
Glory to Thee for the scents of lilies of the valley and roses.
Glory to Thee for the abundance and multiplicity of earthly fruits.
Glory to Thee for the glistening of morning dew.
Glory to Thee for the joyous smile of dawn / with which Thou dost waken me.
Glory to Thee for eternal life / and the kingdom of heaven.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 3
By the power of the Holy Spirit every flower breathes. Thy breath I feel in the quiet movement of the fragrant fields. Observing the harmony of colors I admire Thee. Wherever I look, I see all around me the beauty of the Great One in the little.Glory and thanks to the life-creating God Who covers the earth with flowery meadows, crowns the fields with golden ears of grain and embellishes them with blue cornflowers, and my soul with the joy of contemplation. Be glad and sing to Him: Alleluia!
Ikos 3
How wonderful Thou art in the beauty of spring when all earth is being rejuvenated and thousands of sounds sing about Thee: Thou art the spring of life, Thou art the conqueror of death! In the pale moonlight with the song of the nightingale, the valleys and forests rest under a snowy white veil. The whole earth, Thy bride, is awaiting Thee, the Eternal Bridegroom. When Thou so clothest the grass of the field, how art Thou to adorn Thy chosen ones when they resurrect in the future age! How will then our bodies shine forth and our souls glitter!
Glory to Thee Who from the dark depths of the earth / bringeth forth so many colors and scents.
Glory to Thee for the beauty of nature.
Glory to Thee Who hast surrounded us / with thousands of Thy creatures.
Glory to Thee for the depth of thy wisdom / whose seal is borne by all creation.
Glory to Thee for the tender feeling / with which I kiss the trace of Thine invisible foot.
Glory to Thee Who hast from the beginning / lit the glowing light of eternal life.
Glory to Thee for the hope in perfect and eternal beauty.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 4
How Thou delightest the hearts of those who meditate upon Thee, O God! Thou feedest their souls with Thy Holy Word. Talking with Thee is better than oil and sweeter than honey. Prayer to God refreshes and invigorates; it fills my heart with joy. How majestic then appears this world and all life. Where Thou art not – all is empty. Where Thou art – there is the richness of the soul.There, as living water, is the everlasting song: Alleluia
Ikos 4
When night falls upon the earth, the stillness of sleep reigns and sounds of the past day become silent; I see the splendor of Thy heavenly mansions. Flame and purple, gold and azure presage the indescribable beauty of Thy home and solemnly call forth: Let us go to the Father!
Glory to Thee in the quiet hours of the evening.
Glory to Thee for pouring forth deep peace on earth.
Glory to Thee for the rays of the setting sun.
Glory to Thee for the rest of a graceful sleep.
Glory to Thee for consolation in the darkness / when the whole world appears far from me.
Glory to Thee for the warm prayer of my tortured soul.
Glory to Thee for the promise that we shall awake in the joy of Thy everlasting day.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 5
The tempest of life does not frighten one in whose heart shines the light of Thy divine Fire. Around me are whirling storms and roaring winds; terror and darkness surround me; but in my soul is peace and light. Christ is in her. And my heart sings: Alleluia!
Ikos 5
I look into Thy sky filled with stars. O how rich Thou art! How much light there is in Thee! Through the light of the distant stars Thou lookest at me from eternity. I am tiny and destitute, but the Lord is with me. His hand is always near me and He leads me with love in all my ways.
Glory to Thee Who continually watcheth over us.
Glory to Thee Who considereth mine every meeting with people.
Glory to Thee for the love of relatives / and the fidelity of friends.
Glory to Thee for the meekness / of the domestic animals who serve me.
Glory to Thee for the bright moments of life.
Glory to Thee for the happiness of living, seeing and feeling.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages.
Kontakion 6
How great Thou art in the whirlwind and the storm! How majestic is Thy hand in the swiftness of the lightning! The voice of the Lord rises above the fields. It rustles through the woods, it roars in the thunder. The voice of the Lord resounds over the waters. Thy might is proclaimed by the fire of the volcano. Thou quakest the earth and liftest the waves of the sea into the sky. Glory to Thee to whom we repentantly cry: Alleluia!
Ikos 6
When swift lightning illumines the night, how pitiful and miserable our earthly candles seem. So also, deceitful earthly joys become colorless and dark when Thy light shines forth in the soul. Wherefore my soul struggles toward Thee and my heart yearns for Thee.
Glory to Thee Who hast planted into man’s heart / an unquenchable thirst for God.
Glory to Thee because nothing earthly / can completely satisfy us.
Glory to Thee Who clothest us in light.
Glory to Thee, the conqueror of the spirits of evil and darkness.
Glory to Thee for Thy revelation, / for the blessedness of feeling Thee and living Thee.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 7
In the harmony of sounds I hear Thy call. In the lofty beauty of music, in the magnificence of artistic works Thou art allowing us to foresee Paradise. Whatever is truly beautiful soars toward Thee and teaches the soul to sing to Thee a victorious song: Alleluia!
Ikos 7
By Thy Holy Spirit Thou inspirest the thought of the artist, the poet and the scientist. By the power of Thy wisdom they prophetically enter into the mysteries of Thy laws and reveal the depth of Thy wisdom. Even their works involuntarily speak about Thee. O how wonderful Thou art in Thy works! O how great Thou art in man!
Glory to Thee Who showest us / Thy might through the laws of the cosmos.
Glory to Thou Who fillest everything.
Glory to Thee Who revealest to us according to Thy mercy.
Glory to Thee Who hidest from us according to Thy wisdom.
Glory to Thee for the depth of the human mind.
Glory to Thee for the creative ability in man.
Glory to Thee for the outpouring of Thy grace.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 8
How close to us Thou art in our days of illness. Thou visitest the patient, Thou descendest to the bed of the sufferer and his heart communeth with Thee. Thou kindlest the soul with peace at the time of sorrow and suffering. Thou sendest unexpected help. Thou art the comforter. Thou art all-knowing love. To Thee I sing: Alleluia!
Ikos 8
When I as a child for the first time appealed to Thee, Thou fulfilled my prayer and lightened my soul with great peace. I understood then that Thou art good and that they are blessed who seek refuge in Thee. Therefore I do not cease to pray to Thee and to call upon Thee.
Glory to Thee Who fulfillest and to good purpose completes my wishes.
Glory to Thee Who watchest over me day and night.
Glory to Thee for the time that is passing / and taking away our sorrows and sadness.
Glory to Thee in whom nothing is lost, / for Thou grantest to all life eternal.
Glory to Thee Who promised us / desired meetings with our deceased ones.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 9
Why is all nature so mysteriously smiling in the days of the feasts? Why then is our soul so light and joyous? Why does the air in the temple seem so bright? It is all because of the flow of Thy grace, because of the reflection of the light of Tabor. Heaven and earth are then singing together a laudable song: Alleluia!
Ikos 9
When Thou inspirest me to serve my neighbors and enlightenest my soul with humbleness, then the rays of Thy light fall on my heart and it begins to radiate and shine. As the sun in the waters, so in those moments in my soul is reflected Thy infinite meekness, full of love and the unspeakable peace of Thy radiant countenance.
Glory to Thee Who through good deeds transformeth our lives.
Glory to Thee Who hast sealed with unspeakable sweetness / every commandment of Thine.
Glory to Thee Who art invisibly present in the works of mercy.
Glory to Thee Who sendest upon us troubles and sorrows / in order to teach us to commiserate in the suffering of others.
Glory to Thee for the love / which Thou hast raised above everything on earth and in heaven.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 10
Whatever is destroyed cannot be restored. But Thou revivest those whose conscience is dead and returnest pristine beauty to the souls who lost it. Through Thy mercifulness all is possible. Thou art Love, Thou art the Creator and Restorer. Thee I praise with song: Alleluia!
Ikos 10
O my God, Thou who knowest that the angel of pride, the Morning Star, hast fallen from Thee, do not let me doubt nor depart from Thee. Sharpen my hearing so that I will always listen to Thy mysterious voice and call upon Thee, Who art everywhere present.
Glory to Thee Who all-wisely governest my life.
Glory to Thee for inspired premonition.
Glory to Thee for warnings in a mysterious voice.
Glory to Thee for revelations in dreams and in reality.
Glory to Thee for thwarting my useless intentions.
Glory to Thee because through sufferings Thou liberatest me from passions.
Glory to Thee because Thou humblest my heart / and savest me from pride.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 11
Through all the passed chain of ages I feel the warmth of Thy Holy Spirit and the surging of Divine Life. Thou art near, Time is nonexistent. I see Thy Cross – it is for my sake. My spirit is humbled into dust before Thy love, limitless and incomprehensible. Wherefore, beneath Thy Cross I will unto ages glorify Thee, my Savior, with song: Alleluia!
Ikos 11
Blessed art those who sup with Thee in Thy kingdom. However, blessed art those whom Thou hast already here on earth accepted as partakers of Thy Mystic Supper. How many times, with Thy divine hand, Thou hast allowed me, a sinner, to receive in Holy Communion Thy Body and Blood. And I have received the Holy and felt Thy love, ineffable and wonderful.
Glory to Thee for the incomprehensible and life creating power of grace.
Glory to Thee Who hast founded Thy Church to be for us a quiet harbor.
Glory to Thee Who givest us rebirth through the life-giving water of baptism.
Glory to Thee Who forgivest a sinner who repents / and restorest in him the viceless purity of lilies.
Glory to Thee for a perpetual spring of forgiveness.
Glory to Thee for bread from heaven and the cup of life.
Glory to Thee Who art guiding us into the kingdom of eternal joy.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 12
Many a time I saw the reflection of Thy glory on the faces of the deceased! With what unearthly beauty and joy their faces shine! How transparent and immaterial become their features! With their silence they sing of Thee. When the time of my death cometh, enlighten, O God, my soul as well, to sing to Thee: Alleluia!
Ikos 12
What is my praise before Thee! My ears did not hear the song of cherubims; it is heard only by the souls of the righteous. I know only how nature lauds Thee. I saw in winter, how, lightened by the moonlight and beneath the cover of snow which sparkles with silvery light, all the earth is quietly praying to Thee. I saw how the crimson rays of the rising sun rejoice in Thee and how choirs of birds hum praises to Thee. I listen how mysteriously forests speak of Thee, how winds wing, and brooks murmur Thy name; how, with their fixed movements through limitless space, the myriads of stars preach about Thee. What is my praise before Thee, O Lord! Nature is obedient, and I never cease to sadden Thee. While I live and see Thy love I want to glorify Thee, to pray to Thee and to call upon Thee:
Glory to Thee Who hast shown us the light.
Glory to Thee Who hast loved us with deep, immeasurable, divine love.
Glory to Thee Who protects us / with bright armies of angels and saints.
Glory to Thee, all-holy Father, who art giving us Thy kingdom.
Glory to Thee, O Holy Spirit, the life-giving sun of future ages.
Glory to Thee for all, / Holy Trinity, divine and all good.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages.
Kontakion 13
O all-good and life-giving Trinity, receive our gratefulness for all thy goods and show us worthy of Thine eternal treasures, so that we may multiply the talent entrusted to us, reach Thy kingdom and enter into the joy of our Lord, singing to Him victorious song: Alleluia!(thrice)
And again the first Ikos and Kontakion are read:
Ikos 1
I was born on earth as a feeble and helpless child, but Thy angel, spreading his shiny wings, has sheltered my cradle. From that moment Thy love shines in all my ways and miraculously guides me into the light of eternity. For that my soul lauds Thee and hails Thee with all who know Thee:
Glory to Thee Who hast called me into life.
Glory to Thee Who art revealing to us the beauty of the universe.
Glory to Thee Who art opening to us heaven and earth as an eternal book of wisdom.
Glory to Thy eternity in the passing world.
Glory to Thee for Thy covert and overt mercies.
Glory to Thee for every sigh of my heart.
Glory to Thee for every step of life, / every moment of joy.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Kontakion 1
O King of ages, Who, by the power of Thy salvific providence, holdeth in Thy right hand all the ways of man’s life: I thank Thee for all Thy visible and secret goods, for earthly life and for the heavenly joy of Thy future Kingdom. Pour forth richly Thy grace, in the future as well, on us who sing to Thee:Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!
Glory to God for everything!
This akathist is also on-line at http://www.orthodox.net/akathists. Other Prayers to Saints, services and rubrics, sermons, topical questions and answers, articles, calendars, parish and clergy directories and more are also available on the St Nicholas Orthodox Church site: http://www.orthodox.net
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Yet Another Reason Why Darwin Was Wrong
How can people be so incredibly, thoughtlessly stupid? How?!
LONDON (AP) - A woman has told a British court she accidentally flushed her newborn down the toilet because she didn't realize she was giving birth.
Claire Jones says she knew she was pregnant from an affair with a colleague but thought the pain she suffered in the early hours of Dec. 28 was from diarrhea.
Jones told a coroner's court in Cardiff, Wales, on Monday that she only realized what had happened when she saw a foot in the toilet bowl.
She said she tried unsuccessfully to revive the baby and then put the body in the trunk of her car.
The corpse was found in Jones' vehicle after she was arrested. She was given a suspended sentence for concealing the baby's birth.
The coroner's court is investigating the circumstances of the baby's death.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Most Stupid Award
...in other weekly awards, this weeks Most Stupid award (suprise, suprise -in Texas of all places!) goes to:
7 straight days of sex. That was the challenge Pastor Ed Young issued to all of the married couples at his Grapevine church....
"Everybody's whining about the economy and about the world....let's move from whining to whoopee!"
The message caught some members of Fellowship Church by surprise, and its perking the ears of East Texans.
"Between a married man and a married woman...the more, the better."
Young says the challenge will help couples in his church focus on each other, reclaiming sex for married people.
"I think I'll try it this evening!"
Reverend Jerome Milton says it's about time.
"God's Word has addressed it, we won't preach it. This challenge sort of stirs all of us up to teach and to preach it, so that people can have a better understanding about it," said Rev. Milton.
"And if we don't address this, then I guarantee you, Desperate Housewives will!"
Minister Mark Edge says sex is in the Bible. So why not the church? In fact, he says last week's sermon was about Christian sexuality.
"God's Word is certainly not ashamed to talk about this. God's Word understands. God understands that it is a very important part of our lives....we really should have been talking about this all along," said Edge.
"I think the concept is awesome,"
Personal Update Nov '08
I'm feeling sicker than my 13-year-old-rotund-pitbull-who-pukes-daily-for-her-own-entertainment. I'm not sleeping because I have too much to do, too much on my mind, too many prayers to say.
On the plus side, I've got some time off at home (hence why I have too much to do).
Tomorrow I've get the Sacrament of Confession in preparation for the Nativity. Confession always feels like pulling teeth, but it's oh so worth it! Even when I was a low church protestant I always envied Catholics because they could go to confession -I didn't need to read the Desert Fathers to know that temptation (then sin) thrives in secrecy. So I am looking forward to that tomorrow with the usual mixture of fear and jubilation.
I got to go to Liturgy this morning and receive the Eucharist for the first time in a month; even though I was so tired I was falling asleep standing up, it was absolutely wonderful to be there.
An Old Family Photo
My grandparents circa 1940's at Cannon Beach, OR. Grandpa was serving in the Coast Guard during the war.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Music Ramble
The letter "H" is the first letter in the word "hippie." It's also the first letter in the word hypocrite. I thought (maybe that's where I went wrong) that the whole point of the 60's Woodstock festival was to be a rallying statement for the counterculture movement; but if the "alternative nation" is now the mainstream (politicians, millionares, and tv celebrities are as mainstream as it gets) -how do you rebel? Certainly not by putting it in the Oval Office.
It doesn't bother me anymore that there are no more music videos on MTV (I'm ancient enough to remember when there was). It doesn't matter because the music has lost it's faith. It no longer has an artistic purpose or even expression for the most part that one could believe in. Even goofy acts like the clowns in KISS stood for something, however ridiculous; at least it was something. Now Billboard predominately consists of performers like Britney Spears, an entertainer who spends more time honing her abs than her lyrics. If she even writes.
I remember that the hair/glam bands that dominated the Eighties were buried by the Grunge tidal wave. Before Kurt Cobain even had a chance to kill himself, the major labels were strip mining the local scenes looking for the next fad and decided Electronica was "it." When that force feeding didn't work (no non-blues based form of music has ever risen to predominance here in America for over 100 years) everybody started hybridizing. Now that all boundries are blurred in an attempt to be original (aka move more units?) the effect is homogenizing.
Sometimes I wonder if Emo was the dying gasp of rock; a last hiccup on the swirl down the drain, you just can't fuel a movement gazing at your navel. "Oh, you're sad, I'm inspired." Not.
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