What’s in a Name?
Now that it’s been proven that political orientation is not genetic, can I refer to myself as Progressive Independent Social Democrat–Questioning? I’m tired of just being PISD all the time…
Now that it’s been proven that political orientation is not genetic, can I refer to myself as Progressive Independent Social Democrat–Questioning? I’m tired of just being PISD all the time…
I’m no great fan of silly love songs, but sometimes they get it right, whether person place or thing, sometimes you have to just let go of the thing you love, you have to beat a strategic retreat, just in order to live another day just to fight another battle. Sometimes you have to let any act of aggression go right past you, let it fall of its own weight, while you slide one foot out the door and one foot under the aggressor just for kicks, just because, just in case you need a fall-back position as a caretaker of love, the best kind knows no possession knows no advantage knows that to possess it is to kill it anyway so just resign yourself and enjoy the ride no keeping the day job, beats an eight-hour day behind four gray walls for the next fifty years lucky if Uranus makes it even once around the Sun…
Last night was a pretty special night sky when you can see the Full Moon right after twilight in the East, then pirouette west and see Jupiter and Venus, evening star and its stunt double sucking face at about the same thirty degrees above the horizon, getting all star-struck with rumors of Bethlehem and other buzz-food swirling about the star-crossed lovers so close so far only some half-billion miles between them on a good night Venus always close to the sun from our perspective Jupiter free to roam far and wide in its twelve (Earth) year orbit around the sun, so only catches up with Venus (from our perspective) as catch can, even better is that July will have another Full Moon before the month is over, Blue Moon, way cool, as long as the clouds will allow it…
It’s 80f/27c at 0900 in Tucson AZ on the first day of July, any July? Further proof of God’s existence, الله أكبر
ONCE UPON A TIME, back in my high-test high-stress days, sturm und drang, stormy and stressful, not infrequently the case in Flagstaff, Arizona, weather-wise but pound-foolish, I had a vehicle without a speedometer, so I never really knew how fast I was going, just whatever felt right no small consideration in an old cargo van where nothing ever feels exactly right, it most at home when hauling firewood not ass…
So back in those stormy days of trying to start-up a bizniz from scratch 1987-92 if I remember correctly I got speeding tickets regularly like once a year approximately and every time I was clipping along at exactly 78mph/126kph, once that even in a 55mph zone in California, 65 the norm on Interstates then, so quite pricey the final settlement cop seemed surprised that I wasn’t drunk driving like a maniac in his opinion in his home state but I guess he never tried to get home to Flagstaff after leaving San Fran at 15:00 without the advantage of fancy wheels or hindsight…
Long story short after five years of that something had to change of course not a sustainable bizniz plan getting speeding tickets every year so the last time I got stopped for speeding going up I-17 from Phoenix to Flagstaff, the Native American policeman noticed my ‘Free Tibet’ bumper sticker (remember them?) and asked if I was Tibetan so I thought about it then said ‘no’ of course but he didn’t give me a ticket and I never got stopped again for speeding I’m better now no not really THE END.
For an entire segment of the population to be granted equal rights in one fell swoop is a glorious thing, whether it be people of color, immigrants or LGBT (sounds like a sandwich; I’m hungry). The love between two people is probably the most beautiful thing in the world, whether male or female in tandem or in unison, or universal agape, mouth wide open. But religious groups have a point, too, in their feeling that they have been dealt a blow. They have, in many cases. No major religion ever envisioned this in their view of the ‘sanctity of marriage’. Culture wars continue.
Proponents of same-sex marriage have never been satisfied with the concept of ‘civil unions’, whatever the exact terminology, and there’s logic in their rejection of any ‘separate-but-equal’ solution. But we also have a strong tradition of the separation of church and state, and to force a preacher, pastor or priest to perform the rite of marriage on a LGBT(Q?) couple may be going too far, if that is indeed ever the case. I certainly agree that same-sexers deserve all the rights, but maybe not all the rites. (More …)
Have been following your posts via email for some time now. Just thought I would let you know I enjoy reading what you have to say. (Perhaps it is because I usually am in agreement with your opinion). Keep up the good work!
Thank you!
The English language is deteriorating rapidly. Just this week I’ve had to stomach (of course, that’s a verb) such wannabe-verbs as ‘magic’ and ‘Gandalf’, forcing me to spend more time on Google than it’s worth, frankly. I mean: who do these Johnny-come-lately scribes think they are, anyway? Isn’t the object of writing, ultimately, uh—communication? And no, the author is not the subject; he’s the worker bee.
Do I have to read Tolkien to be able to communicate? ‘Game of Thrones’? What if I don’t like such fairy tales? ‘To Google’ is different. That comes direct from the Latin: googleare, as in Caesar’s ‘Vini googli vici’ or Descartes’ famous dictum, “Googlio ergo sum.” (More …)
whoa the mule, as an old woman said to me as we were (a bunch of us) painting on a piece of fabric as it swayed…as i recall, you fancied yourself a poet….remember the poem, to kathy in september? alas, have decided i am completely literally minded and it took me years to understand what someone meant when they said so and so was a douche. then i remembered a giant poster in my old friends office, a midwife, who gave me yearly exams for free and it read “ladies, put away your douche bags.” So, if someone is a ‘douche’ they are esentially worthless. yes, always fun with words.
I have actually published a few poems, don’t know if you knew that… “Kathy in September”? Sounds familiar… trying to get back into ‘poetry mode’ right now for first time in several years, every mid-decade, it seems…
Modern American self-described ‘technorati’ take pleasure in pirating intellectual property as much as they take pleasure in kickstarting similar material. So why don’t they just buy the book, rather than one person kick-starting it on one hand, then one hundred stealing it on the other? Mahketing, dahling, mahketing… novelty sells… I prefer ‘digerati’, mouths sucking long and hard on digeridoos…
digerati, culturati, glitteratti, fun w words, again. think of you often, as rob gently weeps. thirty odd years, tomorrow. for us, r and me. got a job, outside of the house, no pay, but it is in the country, someday i’ll be a farmer, for now, i pick blueberries and work his raised beds. am totally fascinated by his religion, JW, next my research about that group of peeps will be concerned w why the women are sick, the men work, handle the money, etc. still, an avowed atheist. no religion or person can help save my soul. I am here to tell you that while religion fascinates me, it is disgusting the way people have learned to NOT EMOTE.
smile, baby, smile, tomorrow will never come.
I’m starting to think that MILF no longer stands for the Moro Islamic Liberation Front…
It’s hard to speculate on other dimensions of reality besides our own, because if those other dimensions were analyzable, then they wouldn’t be ‘dimensions’ in the sense used here. They’d be a natural part of our physical existence. By ‘dimensions’ I am talking about more than a unit of measurement such as length, width or depth. For lack of a better word, I am talking about something like parallel universes, one higher than the other, or perhaps ‘including’ the lower one. How many dimensions does the latest ‘string theory’ postulate? 10? 28? (More …)
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