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Tuesday, March 17, 2009     Happy St. Paddy's Day!!
(10:33 am)

I think this is the latest in the month that I've ever begun entries here. I supposed part of it is due to my pre-birthday depression relocating until after. Also, on my birthday we went out to eat, since the seafood shop was closed by the time we got there and I couldn't have my scallops like I wanted. I'm not about to go to Red Lobster and pay their high prices for wet sea scallops or buy similarly-diluted ones at Kroger. So, instead we went to Golden Corral, where I promptly violated my prime directive for eating at buffets -- never touch the seafood! Especially the shellfish. They had bay scallops. I know, I know, not nearly as good as sea scallops, but I couldn't help myself. I also had some catfish, shrimp, and a crab cake. Let me tell you, I paid for it later! Explosive vomiting and diarrhea, well into the wee hours. It was hideous! I can't ever recall being so sick.

Today's Promise Message:


The only things I have on today that aren't green are my socks, shoes, belt, and glasses. Yes, even my watch is green! I have an Irish last name, so I feel obligated to green it up on March 17. Although my name is Irish, a lot of my heritage is Scandinavian, probably Jewish, and about 1/8 or 1/16 American Indian. I'm a true Mongrel.

Friday night brought a record-breaking turnout to the Open Stage. Once again (second time in a row) the show went on until nearly midnight. I took my camera and shot a lot of photos. Since I don't like to use the flash in a performer's face, I had to set the ISO to 800. Therefore, the photos came out dark and grainy when I adjusted the color balance and gamma. Such is life. More disconcerting is the fact that the light was too low for me to get a good focus automatically and I couldn't see well enough through the view finder to be certain of a good focus that way either. I did manage to get nearly 60 photos of acceptable quality, though. Check them out, if you please: Coffee House and Open Stage (CHaOS)


Sunday, March 29, 2009     Thinking about things
(6:03 pm)

I gotta start writing things down when I first get out of bed and have all these fresh and insightful thoughts. I had at least two this morning and I'm having trouble recalling what they were. A mind is a terrible thing to mind. ..

Today's Fortune:

Uh. . . I forgot.

Try as I might, I still can't come up with what it was I had on my mind this morning. I may have to go fish the newspaper out of the recycle and see if something on the editorial page stimulates my mind. Not likely, but perhaps worth a try.

Quote of the Day: "I like to point out how irrational it is to have any reverence for religion at all. We look at the ancient Greeks with their gods on a mountaintop throwing lightning bolts and say, 'Those ancient Greeks. They were so silly. So primitive and naive. Not like our religions. We have burning bushes talkig to people and guys walking on water. We're. . . sophisticated.'"

-- Paul Provenza

I think one of the things I wanted to write about might have been the proposal to drug test all persons receiving financial assistance from the state. However, the basketball game is winding down, and I wanted to catch the end of it. More tomorrow, perhaps.


Tuesday, March 31, 2009     Okay, maybe the next day, then. . .
(1:31 pm)

My entries get fewer and farther between here. I don't really know why. I've been paying a lot more attention to my MySpace pages. I get more feedback there than here. Here is like banging my head against a brick wall most of the time. The five previous comments I've had are from January 3, June 12 of last year, December 16 the year previous, September 2, 2007, and May 15 of that year. And all of them are private entries save for the one from May 2007. That's an average of about one comment every four and a half months. Nice to know someone's reading it, at least once every 1/3 year. Actually, I get thousands of visitors to my various domains every month. It's just that I never hear from many of them. I've complained about this fact for years. It never has any effect, but still I refresh the gripe occasionally so that no on thinks I'm overwhelmed with praise, kudos, requests for work, and death threats.

Today's Fortune:

Me?  Anxious?  Ha!

The people in power at any given time always seem to think they have an "obvious," if not a divine imperative to remain in power. They think their right to power is irrefutable. Consider, the divine right of kings -- it was their birthright to rule. Then there is the church -- their right to run people's lives handed to them even more directly from God than the sovereignty of kings. It's always those who have somehow amassed wealth and power who run things. Currently, it's the capitalists -- the merchants, the "landowners."

How did land come to be "owned?" Tribes staked out territory and defended it against other tribes. Tribes merged and eventually became nations with rulers. The rulers decreed that all the land (their realm) belonged to them. They then parceled it out, sometimes even to the church, which accumulated as much mud as possible. But, the earthly domain of the church was primarily in the minds of the great unwashed.

The merchants, over centuries, wrested control of more and more land, until the era of the British East India Company, wherein the merchants and the king became indistinguishable. The "people" took over the actual governments of the various countries, but in truth it was the companies and the professionals who took over. Look at how many of our government have legal or MBA degrees if you don't believe me. The businesses, the corporations slowly took over all the production of goods and were nearly exclusively the purveyors of services. Advertising became ubiquitous. The masses were persuaded. Their minds were imbued with the notion that the merchants were the latter day kings and had the right to rule as if it was bestowed on them by some diety -- probably the so-called "law" of supply and demand. They then proclaimed that their way of running things -- capitalism -- is sacrosanct, and that the rule of, by, and for the people (don't these words sound familiar?), also known as socialism, is an anathema, to be eschewed, nay, hated and condemned. It's like The Who said in "Won't Get Fooled Again," ". . . new boss, same as the old boss." Even with a collective or collaborative government there will be those by way of ambition and greed who will rise to the top and eventually declare their reign and supremacy to be "ordained and righteous."

Anarchy won't work. We would kill each other in astonishing numbers and society would disintegrate into something similar to the tribal regions in Afghanistan and Pakistan. As I've said privately for many years, every civilization contains the seeds of its own destruction. Fortunately for the human race, the fire-primed seeds for the next civilization also lie in the ashes of the previous.

Quote of the Day:

H. L. Menken's Creed

I still havent' gotten to my discussion of drug testing welfare and unemployment recipients and others on the low end of the social scheme, or my thoughts on drugs and the inordinate number of people in prisons in this country, or any number of other spiritual and social justice topics. Maybe next month. See you then. There's an anniversary coming up. One week from today will mark the 10th year of this journal/blog/confessional. What shall we do to celebrate?

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