Thus far, we have around 10 inches of snow outside... I am not overly pleased by this.
I'm not hot weather person by any means, but I do want some spring weather now. Which made me think of this song, a song that reminds me of days when I lived in the student ghetto, and the first nice days of the year meant walking to the store for some beer or wine and sitting around, just being happy we'd survived another winter.
I'm not hot weather person by any means, but I do want some spring weather now. Which made me think of this song, a song that reminds me of days when I lived in the student ghetto, and the first nice days of the year meant walking to the store for some beer or wine and sitting around, just being happy we'd survived another winter.
Did you realize it's not even technically winter yet? This is going to get old quickly.
The hardest part about taking an extended break from the blog, for whatever reason, is that inertia sets in. When one hasn't been writing for a while, it's simply easier to not write. The inverse is also true, once I get into the rhythm of making words, it's easier for me to make them than to not. The words pile up until I get to full of words, and they need to be disposed of somehow, in a great glorious regurgitation quite linguistic in nature.
But, having taken time off, my body drops into verbal starvation mode; words have been so hard to come by, the body begins to hoard each calorie of consonant, and there is little to go around.
And so, you need to begin to force those words out and about, that they may seed themselves, and create bigger words of greater culinary sophistication, until one's vocabulary is one for the gourmands again.
The main way to do that is to talk about those things that rankle one's limpets.
For example, there was a grocery store that refused to decorate a 3-year-old child's birthday cake, carrying the child's name. Why? Because the kid's name is Adolf Hitler Campbell. First off, why the fuck would you name your kid this unless you were an unaplogetic racist, an overly flaky artsy douchebag or just a simple moron?
Giving these parents the benefit of the doubt (although I'm not sure which of those distinctions is the least resentful of the three), reading the rest of the article reveals that little Adolph's baby sister is named JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell. Seriously.
Who let these people have kids? In Pennsylvania no less.
For those of you who feel sorry for little Hitler, fear not. A store did decorate his cake. A Wal-Mart no less. Go figure. Why am I not surprised? (Link to Story)
Another thing that happened in my absence was a shoe-throwing incident. Apparently a journalist tried to bean the lame duck pres with a shoe, this being a symbol of great disapproval in the Arabic culture. I would like to applaud the guy for standing up for what he believes in. Honestly, one can't go about hurling shoes at other people to express disdain, even when that person happens to be one of the worst things to happen to the U.S., and many other parts of the world, in quite some time. It's sad, but you can't.
It's sort of like, when you capture soldiers and leaders of countries that you are at war with, you have to treat them in accordance with the guidelines set aside in the Geneva Convention. You can't just treat them however you like, and make up a new classification for said soldiers and leaders so that you obtain a loophole. I'm sorry, but this is also not allowed.
What you can do, however, is latch onto the idea of the shoe as a symbol of disdain. Take your old shoes, box them up, and mail them here:
George W. Bush Presidential Library
c/o SMU
6425 Boaz Lane
Dallas TX 75205
Wouldn't it be nice to bury that place in old shoes?
I guess I can't be too hard on the old man, he did just approve the emergency auto loans today, but I still seriously hope that, should this help fix everything and make it right, nobody loses sight of the fact that he is really not a good person.
The auto loan approval leaves me with a feeling of "great, but now what?" - the same feeling I had when I found out Obama had been elected. It's good, it's a step in the right direction, but man, are we so fucked for the time being.
Honestly, I have never lived in a time before where everyone I know, regardless of occupation, was in fear for their jobs at the same time.
Wandering off that subject, the cop that I mentioned in this post a while ago is facing charges, so at least the world appears sane somewhere, even if the rest of us are not on an even keel right.
I don't know. It's almost Christmas, so I better get to work and being merry now, no?
1 comment:
MrZ is smiling about your shoe idea.
I'm thinking douchebag is a nice word, but douchenozzle is even nicer.
Here is a very small part of "now what?"
Here's part of what Plouffe had to say in his most recent email:
House meetings were held in 2,000 cities. In Florida there were 302 events across the state. In Pennsylvania there were 165, and Ohio had 160.
From these meetings, survey responses, and thousands of conversations on My.BarackObama and email, your ideas about the future of this organization are taking shape.
Here are a few things you shared in the survey:
* House meetings were the primary way supporters got involved in the campaign
* People are excited to volunteer around a number of top issues, including education, the environment, health care, poverty, and the economy
* 86 percent of respondents feel it's important to help Barack's administration pass legislation through grassroots support
* 68 percent feel it's important to help elect state and local candidates who share the same vision for our country
* And a staggering 10 percent of respondents indicated that they would be interested in running for elected office
This feedback is essential to our next steps, because this movement is fueled by your ideas and your passion.
***
I missed both house meetings in my town due to craptastic weather. It's not a problem 'cause the hosts are on my list and I'm on their's and when something needs doing it will get done.
I've spent the last couple of days sending emails to presidents of the various LGBT activist groups I belong to, defending Obama's choice of that douchenozzle, Dick Warren, to do his thing at the inauguration.
I think it takes balls to associate with douchenozzles like Warren, especially when it means every lesbian in the country will want to throw their sensible shoes at you, and I believe that sometimes it's necessary to associate with and include influential douchenozzles at important historical events in order for meaningful dialog to continue. Without maintaining the dialog, nothing's gonna change.
Everything sucks right now, especially for everybody else, and we're still pretty lucky, all in all, aren't we?
I want you to find your merry, whatever it takes.
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