The Path of Saints

Originally Posted Thursday, July 11, 2013

The exhaustion will not leave me.  I will not go to work.  Rather, I will try some experiments with images.  I will read.  I will eat.  I will shop.  That's a hell of a lot for one day.  I'll try to do one of those things, anyway.  It will all be easier if I avoid the gym.

I may give up reading the news.  It is frustrating, mostly misinformation if not outright lies.  The science news is always spectacular.  By now, we should have a cure for everything that ails us.  But they are always wrong. 

Here I am in the 21st century

I have to say it ain’t as cool as I hoped it would be

No man on the moon, nobody on Mars

Where the hell is my flying car?

Ain’t nothing even like a teletransporter so far

(Steve Earle, The Low Highway, "21st Century Blues")

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For all of you who remember Walter Cronkite. . . he got it right, he got it wrong (link).

And why are we watching a trial where we know one guy killed another?  The New York Times has been reading my blog of late, and twice now reporters have tried to answer my question.  Both of them said the same thing.  It's about race.  They keep calling Zimmerman a white Hispanic.  That ought to piss off the black Hispanics.  I wonder who they are pulling for?  If you want to know the truth, and I know you do. . . I don't think Zimmerman looks very white.  Put him up against a Swede or a Norwegian and you'll see what I mean.  Put me up against a Swede and I look like a Moor.  Put me up against Zimmerman, and I look like a Norwegian (who surprisingly, studies show, have the largest penises of any ethnic group).  I'd much rather be watching the Whitey Bulgar trial.  From what I've read, it is much more entertaining.  News stories from the courtroom read like the script from "Goodfellas."  That trial is costing a kajillion dollars.  It should be televised so that we can get something for our money.  But the real trial I want to see is the prosecution of the fellow who testified to Congress that the NSA was not spying on Americans.  The more time passes, the more Snowden looks like a bit of a good guy against the bad guys who are running the secret show. 

You see?  My mind is scrambled.  I need to be off, to be pampered and cared for, nurtured into creativity.  Everywhere I look, I see couples and I wonder how they did it?  Where did they meet?  How did they decide to be together?  I can't remember how it works any more.  The first part is the hardest.  No, wait. . . the last part is the hardest.  They are difficult in different ways, I guess.  Better to follow the path of the saints, perhaps.  Probably. 

I'll let you know.