I posted a message on FB citing Reuters’ announcement of Qaddafi’s death, following it with “Journalists worldwide celebrate the end of a conundrum their spell-checks could not resolve.” I thought that was a humorous statement, but I wonder if the people who “liked” it were “liking” it for Qaddafi’s death, or my grasping for a laugh, and that bothers me. “Likes” and “dislikes” are such blunt tools. Qaddafi was a brutal dictator, bent on exterminating those who would oppose him, and also pretty much batshit crazy. That said, one could cite a few positives that he managed during his rule. They may not even out, nor even come close, but I’m reminded of one of my core beliefs that but for the true sociopath, I do not believe that people can be what I consider wholly “evil”, and so I cannot celebrate his death.
I watch the lefty news on MSNBC where I see what used to be the classic Republican chest-beating on foreign policy spoken with blue tongues and grow concerned. The great danger of military success(es) is anticipating that more will follow, resulting in a growing hunger for them.
I dreamt the other day that I was spending the day with my father and over the course of what seemed to be two hours, we accomplished three or so tasks, but at the end, he remembered none of them. My father’s memory has in fact faltered somewhat of late, but nothing to that extent. Still, I awoke with some conclusions about things I must change in myself and my own path.
I will not be attending Bella Bash this year, alas. Having considered several factors, I’ve determined it is not prudent for me. Sucks, but it makes sense to me to put my energies elsewhere at this time. Hope everyone has a blast. I’ll miss you all.
My sleep has been thrown off lately, making things a bit more of a challenge than usual.
My body is unaccustomed to the type of physical workouts I seek to put it through now. Feel it more in my tendons than my muscles, which is strange. My workouts are currently erratic at best, but I’ll make them more regular as my sleep returns to where it was.
I anticipate Rick Perry’s resurgence to begin mid-November, two debates from now (little attention will be given to the CNBC one, I wager, unless some bombs or shoes drop). The Republicans are still seeking their Anti-Romney. Give him a month with a little less spotlight, a sinking Herman Cain, and his Republican Siren Song (a flat-tax plan), and he’ll start convincing folks he can fill that role again, despite some bumps in the road.
OWS continues to intrigue. And a convention in my town next year? Sweet.
One thought keeps cycling through my head right now, having seen it in three forms:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF8uR6Z6KLc (starting at the 9:00 mark)
Increasingly, I feel myself a strange beast, still able to get along with fair ease with damn near anyone who doesn’t have serious deficiencies of personal integrity, but less and less likely to truly resonate at a deep level with all but a few, very rare types of people. I’m a touch ambivalent about continuing in this fashion, but I value carving the narrow path toward myself more than I’m concerned at letting myself grow more alien to others in the process.
I’m ready for a tattoo I have in mind. Small and simple. I just need to design it and put the money aside. Shouldn't take much.
I watch the lefty news on MSNBC where I see what used to be the classic Republican chest-beating on foreign policy spoken with blue tongues and grow concerned. The great danger of military success(es) is anticipating that more will follow, resulting in a growing hunger for them.
I dreamt the other day that I was spending the day with my father and over the course of what seemed to be two hours, we accomplished three or so tasks, but at the end, he remembered none of them. My father’s memory has in fact faltered somewhat of late, but nothing to that extent. Still, I awoke with some conclusions about things I must change in myself and my own path.
I will not be attending Bella Bash this year, alas. Having considered several factors, I’ve determined it is not prudent for me. Sucks, but it makes sense to me to put my energies elsewhere at this time. Hope everyone has a blast. I’ll miss you all.
My sleep has been thrown off lately, making things a bit more of a challenge than usual.
My body is unaccustomed to the type of physical workouts I seek to put it through now. Feel it more in my tendons than my muscles, which is strange. My workouts are currently erratic at best, but I’ll make them more regular as my sleep returns to where it was.
I anticipate Rick Perry’s resurgence to begin mid-November, two debates from now (little attention will be given to the CNBC one, I wager, unless some bombs or shoes drop). The Republicans are still seeking their Anti-Romney. Give him a month with a little less spotlight, a sinking Herman Cain, and his Republican Siren Song (a flat-tax plan), and he’ll start convincing folks he can fill that role again, despite some bumps in the road.
OWS continues to intrigue. And a convention in my town next year? Sweet.
One thought keeps cycling through my head right now, having seen it in three forms:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF8uR6Z6KLc (starting at the 9:00 mark)
Increasingly, I feel myself a strange beast, still able to get along with fair ease with damn near anyone who doesn’t have serious deficiencies of personal integrity, but less and less likely to truly resonate at a deep level with all but a few, very rare types of people. I’m a touch ambivalent about continuing in this fashion, but I value carving the narrow path toward myself more than I’m concerned at letting myself grow more alien to others in the process.
I’m ready for a tattoo I have in mind. Small and simple. I just need to design it and put the money aside. Shouldn't take much.
