I will be back in action soon enough
End-of-the-month. The wrap-up of New World Chaos is lagging a little as I deal with a particularly stultifying Evalon phase, exascerbated by what was yesterday the worst day San Francisco has had all year, atmospherically speaking.
The pollution was so bad it left dirt on my skin, knocked me down into apathy, inactivity and almost-uncaring.
I think I am better today but only because of the way I force myself to adapt to this change of environment. I used to be a lot better at adaptation. The cockroach on the insert for Zero Divided by Infinity symbolised this.
I have to remember where my roach feelers are. The day is hot, the pos-ions thick and the particulate-matter moreso. Ugh.
I should not complain; I could be living in Biloxi.
I should not complain: Katrina (along with the waves) was headed straight for my Choronzonic compatriote's home state when its course veered off to Louisiana. Not the first time for something like this to happen.
It's been a damn long time since San Francisco has had a good sized earthquake. I'd sure hate for it to happen on a bad air day like this.
The work will continue as I do feel Evalon's nadir is behind me, and when the uptime of Maghasmah hits - it strikes without warning - and this time it will carry me to the finish line.
Politics again.
A quote from this article about Shrub:
I remember the millions of people here and around the world who marched against the war. It was extraordinary, that spontaneous aroused oversoul of alarm and protest that transcended national borders. Why did it happen? After all, this was not the only war anyone had ever seen coming. There are little wars all over he world most of the time.
But the cry of protest was the appalled understanding of millions of people that America was ceding its role as the last best hope of mankind. It was their perception that the classic archetype of democracy was morphing into a rogue nation. The greatest democratic republic in history was turning its back on the future, using its extraordinary power and standing not to advance the ideal of a concordance of civilizations but to endorse the kind of tribal combat that originated with the Neanderthals, a people, now extinct, who could imagine ensuring their survival by no other means than pre-emptive war.
The president we get is the country we get. With each president the nation is conformed spiritually. He is the artificer of our malleable national soul. He proposes not only the laws but the kinds of lawlessness that govern our lives and invoke our responses. The people he appoints are cast in his image. The trouble they get into and get us into, is his characteristic trouble.
Finally, the media amplify his character into our moral weather report. He becomes the face of our sky, the conditions that prevail. How can we sustain ourselves as the United States of America given the stupid and ineffective warmaking, the constitutionally insensitive lawgiving, and the monarchal economics of this president? He cannot mourn but is a figure of such moral vacancy as to make us mourn for ourselves.
The pollution was so bad it left dirt on my skin, knocked me down into apathy, inactivity and almost-uncaring.
I think I am better today but only because of the way I force myself to adapt to this change of environment. I used to be a lot better at adaptation. The cockroach on the insert for Zero Divided by Infinity symbolised this.
I have to remember where my roach feelers are. The day is hot, the pos-ions thick and the particulate-matter moreso. Ugh.
I should not complain; I could be living in Biloxi.
I should not complain: Katrina (along with the waves) was headed straight for my Choronzonic compatriote's home state when its course veered off to Louisiana. Not the first time for something like this to happen.
It's been a damn long time since San Francisco has had a good sized earthquake. I'd sure hate for it to happen on a bad air day like this.
The work will continue as I do feel Evalon's nadir is behind me, and when the uptime of Maghasmah hits - it strikes without warning - and this time it will carry me to the finish line.
Politics again.
A quote from this article about Shrub:
I remember the millions of people here and around the world who marched against the war. It was extraordinary, that spontaneous aroused oversoul of alarm and protest that transcended national borders. Why did it happen? After all, this was not the only war anyone had ever seen coming. There are little wars all over he world most of the time.
But the cry of protest was the appalled understanding of millions of people that America was ceding its role as the last best hope of mankind. It was their perception that the classic archetype of democracy was morphing into a rogue nation. The greatest democratic republic in history was turning its back on the future, using its extraordinary power and standing not to advance the ideal of a concordance of civilizations but to endorse the kind of tribal combat that originated with the Neanderthals, a people, now extinct, who could imagine ensuring their survival by no other means than pre-emptive war.
The president we get is the country we get. With each president the nation is conformed spiritually. He is the artificer of our malleable national soul. He proposes not only the laws but the kinds of lawlessness that govern our lives and invoke our responses. The people he appoints are cast in his image. The trouble they get into and get us into, is his characteristic trouble.
Finally, the media amplify his character into our moral weather report. He becomes the face of our sky, the conditions that prevail. How can we sustain ourselves as the United States of America given the stupid and ineffective warmaking, the constitutionally insensitive lawgiving, and the monarchal economics of this president? He cannot mourn but is a figure of such moral vacancy as to make us mourn for ourselves.