Badass

Originally Posted Thursday, June 4, 2014

Anyone need a Superhero?  She looks like one in this picture, anyway.  She was a soldier, blown up several times in Iraq, told she would never walk again.  She was in a wheelchair then in a walker.  She walks again.  Badass no matter which side you are on. 

I may have been wrong about Puerto Rico being part of the United States.  Or maybe just about them being Americans.  I was reading an article on the lost phosphorescence in Mosquito Bay in the New York Times.  I take the paper to be a high form of reliable journalism.  Maybe that is an oxymoron, and maybe I am as well.  In the article, several times shop owners were referred to as "Americans."

"Most worrisome is that the dimming of the bay is a whodunit — a mystery that has stoked animus between locals and the business owners, nearly all of whom are Americans, who run tourist trips to the bay."

So. . . if Puerto Ricans aren't Americans. . . they are foreigners?  I need help on this one.  

Yesterday I found out about a film I never knew of, one that was funded by Kickstarter, one I would have contributed to if I had known.  It is called "Everybody Street" and is about some of New York's most famous street photographers.  I saw that I could rent the film on Vimeo if I subscribed.  So I subscribed.  I found, too, that I could watch it on my television through Apple T.V. if I turned on the computer through which I rented the movie.  Ain't technology wonderful?  But it was midnight and I was only halfway through, so I turned it off and went to bed.  

I woke to more hideous dreams.  I had a letter from one girl which was opened by another.  Apparently one was my girlfriend.  The other. . . I don't know.  But I woke up wondering why I was having nightmares about that.  I haven't had a girlfriend for some time now.  I went back to sleep and woke up with my college roommate who now has a double medical whammy.  We were getting ready to play basketball against a bunch of college kids.  What the fucking fuck?  

I've been staying up past my bedtime for no reason that I know other than I don't want to go to bed.  When I do go, I have nightmares.  Then I wake early.  Today I think it best to stay home from the factory.  I don't know what I hope to accomplish other than just not being totally miserable.  I'm shooting for a partial misery, I guess.  

I will finish watching "Everybody Street" today and take a nap.  You could watch it.  You might like it.  

Sleepy and hungry and staying home from work, I leave you with this.