Some things are not as broken as they appear.
Mon, Jul. 28th, 2014, 08:26 am
Monday morning... I wish I could say I were happier than I was on Friday or Saturday - but I am not. I AM, on the other hand, feeling rather personally validated - not that this will bring me much peace of mind.
I lost one of the best friends and companions a guy could want today. Nadine developed severe jaundice and was beyond anything that could help. At 21 years - she was a very old but dear friend. She was one fantastic cat. We knew she couldn't last much longer. At 21 years she had a very good and long life.
I am not a great gardener - and I am not able to put the time in I would like... but after several years and three attempts - I got a Mexican Sunflower to maturity and one great gorgeous bloom.
The New Colossus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame."Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries sheWith silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Tniassaint pushes to door open just a tiny bit and pokes his head in.
The dust makes small looping swirls on the floor. There is little sign of life.
"Is there anyone in there?", he whispers into the darkness of LJ.
Off in some far corner he sees some tiny lights burning away - and he decides to go peek at who's about.
Mon, Apr. 28th, 2014, 10:31 pm
No news is good news
or sometimes it's just non-news
or just groan and nod.
(... of course then there's always, "I just don't want to talk about it" news.)
So sometimes I just don't feel like spreading the news.
I know it's been a while.
We live in a society where perfection is becoming the expected norm; and with perfection being nearly impossible, what we are getting instead is a norm of an illusion of perfection and a norm of dishonesty and concealment - and praising and encouraging those that excel at it.
In retrospect it is easy to see how things go wrong - the disaster is laid out in plain sight, it gets more and more eyes on it - more eyes than even have anything to do with the disaster. All the eyes have opinions and expert analysis of the things that go wrong, and they all seem so obvious in hindsight. When the debris is cleared away, and the direct causes are reviewed without the distractions and other details, - sure- it becomes easy to see how obvious the problems are. Everyone makes mistakes - everyone. Perfection is simply not a reality.
There's that moment... when your wife leaves you two bags.
One has snacks to graze on...
...and you reach blindly while you work...
...and ingest a dog treat from the other bag.
I need some coffee.