Archive for October, 2012

Not For You, At Least, But It Might Work AGAINST You

October 17, 2012

I think even the kindest observer of the American political system would have to concede that said system is at best a clumsy and lumbering behemoth that encourages a sideshow mentality over the idea of a sacred trust of service to one’s community.  Put bluntly, it’s not a perfect system, and it frequently works poorly.

But if you don’t vote, it doesn’t work at all.

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Sometimes Enlightenment Hurts

October 16, 2012

“Huh,” I exclaimed softly before turning to Lala.  “Buddha-nature respects gravity,” I told her.

“What makes you say that?” she asked.

“I just dropped a Buddhism book on my toe,” I explained.

I’m Trying Not To Make A Politics Joke Out Of This

October 15, 2012

Recently I saw an advertisement for a rubber duck which included the warning, “Note: Duck will not float upright if placed in water.”

Thanks to L.’s assortment of rubber ducks, I already knew the best some rubber ducks can do is float on their side, but once again I found myself asking, “Who starts out designing a rubber duck thinking that floating upright should be optional for it?”

Seriously?

October 12, 2012

Recently I mentioned that I had reached the one thousand mark on posts in Candles and Curses.

Just now I noticed that in that same time period there were approximately seven hundred spamming attempts.

Really, guys?

Hooper! Hooper!

October 11, 2012

Yesterday L’s Mother intended to ask me if I was feeling well enough to see Looper last night, but what she actually asked me was did I want to go to Loopers later?

The store on Sesame Street?” I asked, carbon dating myself in the process.

Signs And Portents

October 10, 2012

So this morning I got up, spent some time marveling in fresh appreciation at the truly unparalleled opportunity and speed the Internet allows some people to display their ignorance, then, inspired by a song I heard on one of L’s PBS programs, found myself humming a riff on said song while mentally changing the lyrics to something far in excess of the intent of the original author to something that would be considered inappropriate by clergy and sailors alike.

In other words, the omens are promising that I might be feeling better today.

Better, But Not Good

October 9, 2012

For the past few days I have answered the question “How are you feeling today?” with essentially the same answer:  “Better than yesterday, but still not good.”

Today was no exception.

But to give you a marker of my progress, today when asked if I wanted to eat something, I grabbed my stomach and said, “I don’t think so.”

Yesterday I would have grabbed my mouth.

The day before that I would have grabbed my mouth and sprinted out of the room so my . . . “discomfort” could be in private.

Because I Have DEFINITELY Fallen Down

October 8, 2012

Remember how on Friday I said while everyone else in the house had been sick, I was “generally no worse than wobbly”?

Seeing as how I am now ill to such a degree that good taste precludes elaboration, it would seem my “Weeble licence” has been revoked.

Status For 10/5/12

October 5, 2012

So do I have the “storeroom” converted into a usable room yet?

In a word, no.

A slight bout of inconvenient plague occurred during the time I had set aside to convert the room, and while I was generally no worse off than wobbly, the rest of the household suffered, so I tabled that task.

It WILL be done before the end of this month though.

Getting To Know You (Part Two)

October 4, 2012

Now hopefully I’ll do this story justice because I heard it a long time ago:

The way I remember it, my grandfather and his brother, who hadn’t seen each other in years(1) were finally getting the chance to catch up with each other in my grandfather’s home.  They’d chatted for an hour, maybe two, when my grandfather stands up and essentially says, “Well . . . this has been nice, but I’m tired, so I’m going to go have a nap.  If you’re not still here when I wake up, it was good talking to you.”  Then he left the room.

He was serious.

Like I said, I knew the man, so this story didn’t surprise me in the slightest, and it makes me smile every time I tell it.  Many people never know what to do with it, and the way I figure it, if my grandfather ever feels the need to explain it himself, then he’ll do it.  I never tell this story so people can better understand him anyway.

But I’ll tell you this for free:

The example he sat for me that day, I’ve never managed to emulate.  I’ve come close from time to time, but at this time I’ve yet to fully master the art of being that aware of my needs, and that willing to ignore social mores to see that need met while simultaneously managing to be polite about it.

But I never stop trying, and if you can understand that, it becomes a lot easier to get to know me.

I guarantee it.

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(1)  I want to say on the order of a decade or more, but I’m not certain of that.