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July 02 HUBRIS AND THE BLACK SWAN Words are foundations of ideas. If they are mis-used or mis-interpreted, you end up having nothing to say at all. Heehee. Well, I always have something to say;sometimes "frank," sometimes not.Whether others do...that's their problem.
I have worked my ass off to get this far. Yes, I lost it all before, and the returns are a noble effort. No real expectation for ecclats, but crowing is okay once in a while.
Though...that can change too. For a few years I played the fool, tempting others and even tempting myself. Well, anyone who actually knows me is very much aware that did not go over too well. (Snicker.)
How far I've travelled, is a relative thing. What difference besides the weather, does it matter where I've been? A rhetorical question, not a snotty one. Plus, people are essentrially the same, anyway.
In the span of one generation, the whole of Society has already been altered, but there is a sameness too.It just seems different.
Now, I sit back and wonder if at least one person gets a hint...I was never supercilious, and I AM A KNOWN QUANTITY. June 26 MILD IN THEIR MILIEU OK, SO I'VE BEEN THINKING OF HOW ABSURD THIS WEEK HAS BEEN. WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A MILD WEEK, WEATHER WISE; BECAME THE OVEN ROASTING THE POULTRY AT HIGH TEMPS. THIS DOES NOT MAKE FOR VERY TASTY CHICKEN. (TOO TOUGH TO CHEW.) SO, DOES THIS MAKE ME "JERK CHICKEN," AND YOU REALLY WANT TO TELL ME TO STUFF IT? MMM, I FIGURED AS MUCH.
MEANWHILE, THE HOME FRONT HAS BEEN RATHER SEDATE, THAT I MAY TAKE A NAP ON THE PORCH AND WAIT FOR THE GLOWING EMBER IN THE SKY TO DROP ON THE HORIZON. YEAH, SOUNDS GOOD. IT'LL GIVE ME TIME TO MUSE ON A RESURGENCE IN BELIEFS, THAT APPEAL TO A PRE-JUDAIC WORLD VIEW. ZOROASTRIANISM IS THE DRIVING FORCE IN IRAN. THE MULLAHS CAN'T KILL IT, EVEN IF THEY TRY TO MURDER EVERY LAST SOUL. FROM THE LAND OF PERSIA CAME THE FIRST STATEMENT OF RIGHTS. THE HUMAN CONDITION WAS EXPLORED AND CELEBRATED WAY AFTER THE FALL OF THE GREEKS BY CENTURIES. BUT FOR THE LAST FOURTEEN HUNDRED YEARS THEIR LIGHT SEEMED DIM. OPPRESSED BY ARABS, NOT NATIVES; THE IRANIAN PEOPLE LOST IT ALL, TO RADICALISM, I.E. SOCIALISM. DOES ANY SENSIBLE EDUCATED PERSON REALLY THINK THE ISLAMIC REPUBLIC IS CONSERVATIVE? MAN, I HOPE NOT.
I HAVE SEEN THE DISAPPOINTMENT IN THE EYES OF SO MANY WHO WISH TO GRAB ON TO A MORE RESPECTABLE CULTURE, JUST TO HAVE IT TAKEN AWAY BY THUGS WHO CLAIM THEY ARE SPEAKING FOR GOD. MORE ASSHOLES, MORE DEATH...LESS FREEDOM. EXCUSES ARE LEFT ON THEIR DOORSTEPS, "OOPS, SORRY WE COULDN'T HELP YOU. WE GOT OUR OWN PROBLEMS." YET, AS THE WORLD LOOKS AWAY, POO-POOING THE DEATH OF AN OBSCENE ICON, THERE WILL STILL BE SOMEONE HOLDING A LIGHT IN THE DARK, THAT HAS BEEN HERE FOR A MILLENNIA.
NO, I AM NOT A FOLLOWER OF THAT FAITH, BUT I CAN APPRECIATE THE SENTIMENT. MAYBE, THE MEAL WILL GO DOWN MUCH EASIER WITH HOT SAUCE. OH, AND YES, I TOO HAD A PICTURE OF FARRAH ON MY WALL AS A TEEN; AS SOON AS I FOUND OUT SHE WAS THE SAME AGE AS MY MOM, IT WENT DOWN. WHEW. NOW, I'M WONDERING IF EVERYONE IS GOING TO BUY MEMENTOS OF ME GRABBING MY CROTCH? DIDN'T THINK SO...! THERE NOW, DON'T YOU FEEL CHEATED?
June 22 WRAP IT UP, I'LL TAKE IT Everyday is worthy of a good laugh. Hm, I'm laughing right this very instant. In light of yesterday's acknowledgement that Father's should be appreciated, my only live at home child told me a good joke. It was nice to have this exchange. We've got some time until "Mom" comes home. (She's out playing with the horses...it is her birthday after all.) All in all, Summer is usually the brightest of seasons. Thank you.
On the other hand, moments of levity can be interrupted by extreme violence. Anyone minding their TV sets lately? Threats of getting bombed by a bizarre dictator in Eastern Asia; and the deaths ocurring in Iran. I wonder if this is INDEED their moment to finally be free. Time will tell. Plus, the regular craziness in and around Houston, is the icing on the cake. Even a workaholic pays attention to the realities in extremes.
School's been out for over a week, and the boy is getting edgy to get a job. It would be nice for all of us; especially him. Fortunately, the wife is happier, and this makes me happy. Many of my nieces and nephews are finishing their educations in the span of two years. Filling out cards is not my thing, best to give them a call and tell them to keep on learning. It ain't over.
Now if only the Idiot in Chief would do the same. Still, I'm laughing and will continue to do so for a very long time. Whenever I turn this thing on, I'm still guaranteed to confuse the shit out of someone. Well, gotta go, lot's of 'splainin' in the works. See ya.
Life is a present, I like to share it.
June 20 FOR WHOM TOLLS BEL It was never about sweetness and light. It was in reality, rousing the sleeping dragon. The fires burning on the brae, signaling a coming season; soon to be outdone by an even larger flame...touching the sky. Burning brightly, with whimsy and sarcasm, he pulled out his bag of tricks, luring another into a bid of come-uppance. Well, he was no ordinary magician, anyway.
Few ever knew what roles they played in his head, and he enjoyed confusing them in the process. Yet, as age overcame wisdom he forgot the very tenets that drew him into this life. He could have failed and took the road that exacted the same fee in grain given by all others, but this was not his lot. Traditionalists have a difficult time enuring themselves to popularity contests. They're mostly contrived, or so he surmised. Ah, perhaps he was paying heed after all.
Yearning for the unattainable, he would do the unthinkable. Many years have passed since then. Now, there is a ringing in his ears, louder by a factor of ten, drowning out the sounds of fury and the cries of disgust. Still he can hear one voice, soft and immutable, whispering inside to return to the fold and be a sheeple. He smirks and shrugs it off, announcing with a roar, "She ought to know better, I stand alone." Off he goes, feeling the heat of the fire breathing down his neck.
Only once did he regret his choice, for fear of loneliness. It's very hard to feel anything in a mob. Then again, as he lights the candle, watching the tiny flame flicker on the wick, he once more will burn brighter than the Sun.
Um, does anyone know where I left my wand? Where's a good consort when you need 'em? Wink.
June 17 STEADFAST AND TRUE, as far as I can tellAt first glance, one might think there's something slightly obscene when looking in. We-ell, THERE IS! Heehee. I could be doing all kinds of naughty online, or sitting here with a goofy smile, thinking about doing another absurd thing, just for fun. Eh, I've already done that many times. Still, it remains one of those qualities urging at least one person to wonder: Where EXACTLY is his mind at? Um, not really sure myself. There's a little quirk in my mind, it can't be helped. So, anyway the days are much longer than they were six months ago. Much as the urge to write strikes my fancy, there is a decline in prose. It is not for lack of inspiration; or too much perspiration, (Hey, does anyone know how friggin' hot is down here lately?;) and the re-definition of my persona in the outside world which is consuming, very consuming. Besides, there's plenty of good writers out there, and it is good to just sit back and take it all in. Yeah, maybe I ought to let 'em know this too. So, for all of you who think you are not interesting, please re-consider. Why do people complicate their lives with so much bullshit? The important stuff is taking care of your loved ones, making "do" when the going gets rough, and learning as much as possible in order to succeed; so the first two qualities continue, unabated. There's plenty of time to wail over all those things that get in the way when you are old, or dead. (Makes for a great haunting, don't you think?) Yeah, and I believe in ghosts. Boo! The distances between us are really quite small. Language is the bridge. This machine ain't so bad. Someone read this, so it's functionality is confirmed. But, and I mean "but," if there is any doubt over why I returned and not faded away, just ask. There, don't you feel better now? It's what Bright Blessings means. |
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