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Res ipsa loquitur.
Apr. 12th, 2005 01:55 pm"All political power comes from the barrel of a gun." ~Mao Tse Tung
So...you agree with him?
I have a bad habit of jaywalking, even when I don't need to do so. I have no deep meaning to imply in this, I just do it. It's a simple thought process of "need to be there --> go there" that disregards signs, laws, mores and sometimes safety. It's not a flaunting of these things, it's just doing it. It may not be the brightest thing on Earth.
In downtown Decatur, we have little custom jaywalk zones...crosswalks of various distances from actual intersections which have signs in the middle of them stating that pedestrians have the right of way. People who have worked or lived here for a while will go across no matter what the traffic conditions with full faith that the Mrs. B's delivery truck will not reduce them to marinara. I do not feel comfortable with doing this. You may, and will, implant your own meaning on this.
I realized that I lost my Pope recently, too. I've been reading the Rolling Stone tribute edition for HST, and it was saddening and glorious. Some of you expressed misunderstanding and callousness. I spit on your disregard for my religion, assholes. We have no counsel of cardinals. I realize I am a comfy soccer-mom Methodist preacher compared to his braven Martin Luther (How's that for mixing metaphors in an offensive manner?), but hey, the spirit lives in us all.
More work has been done on the not-writing thing. By that I mean nothing which I could report, else I'd be writing.
"Writers write" else they're just some half-Korean staring dumbfounded at a screen somewhere. I'm afraid the kind stabs at what I mean were off the mark in my view, but well, a journey is rearing up again, and I hope some will come along. And others...not so much, which is totally unrelated to friendship, love, wit, verve, sexiness, bravado, intelligence or concern. In fact, some of those things are the problem. It does have more to do with eyes, really, but I'm not sure how to express that more fully yet. I'm also tired of reductionism.
So you get this egg splattered on your digital windshield - an undeveloped and gross smear meant for several things, but used for none.
Yay!
Kitty gets her stitches out today for what turned out to be liposuction
So...you agree with him?
I have a bad habit of jaywalking, even when I don't need to do so. I have no deep meaning to imply in this, I just do it. It's a simple thought process of "need to be there --> go there" that disregards signs, laws, mores and sometimes safety. It's not a flaunting of these things, it's just doing it. It may not be the brightest thing on Earth.
In downtown Decatur, we have little custom jaywalk zones...crosswalks of various distances from actual intersections which have signs in the middle of them stating that pedestrians have the right of way. People who have worked or lived here for a while will go across no matter what the traffic conditions with full faith that the Mrs. B's delivery truck will not reduce them to marinara. I do not feel comfortable with doing this. You may, and will, implant your own meaning on this.
I realized that I lost my Pope recently, too. I've been reading the Rolling Stone tribute edition for HST, and it was saddening and glorious. Some of you expressed misunderstanding and callousness. I spit on your disregard for my religion, assholes. We have no counsel of cardinals. I realize I am a comfy soccer-mom Methodist preacher compared to his braven Martin Luther (How's that for mixing metaphors in an offensive manner?), but hey, the spirit lives in us all.
More work has been done on the not-writing thing. By that I mean nothing which I could report, else I'd be writing.
"Writers write" else they're just some half-Korean staring dumbfounded at a screen somewhere. I'm afraid the kind stabs at what I mean were off the mark in my view, but well, a journey is rearing up again, and I hope some will come along. And others...not so much, which is totally unrelated to friendship, love, wit, verve, sexiness, bravado, intelligence or concern. In fact, some of those things are the problem. It does have more to do with eyes, really, but I'm not sure how to express that more fully yet. I'm also tired of reductionism.
So you get this egg splattered on your digital windshield - an undeveloped and gross smear meant for several things, but used for none.
Yay!
Kitty gets her stitches out today for what turned out to be liposuction