Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sundays and Getaways

The sun is trying to break through the clouds. Oops. What did I just say? The sun is trying to break through the clouds. That first sentence implies that the sun has intentions. I'm almost done reading a book that claims that not only do objects like the sun have no intentions, but neither do we. No intentions, no purpose . . . no purpose-driven life! We could say, "well, I give my own life purpose." The problem there is the "I" part. There is no "I." No self watching from behind our eyes, keeping us morally straight and morally bound. At least that's the stuff I've been getting out of this book, The Atheist's Guide to Reality: Enjoying Life Without Illusions by Alex Rosenberg. I haven't gotten to the part yet where he informs me how to enjoy life when I don't even think about stuff, or have freewill (think about that one for a few minutes.) I keep thinking back to the first Matrix film — practically a primer in basic philosophy — when the Cypher character says, while holding up a juicy piece of steak on his fork: "I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After 9 years, you know what I have learned? [Eats the piece of steak and sighs contently] Ignorance is bliss."

Beside twisting my mind into philosophical knots, I've been trying not to spend too much time thinking about my upcoming trip. My Significant Other and I are heading out to the Olympic Peninsula for five entire nights (and the days too!) on November 18th. It's one of those well-deserved respites that will be over much too quickly. Why is it that the miserable moments in our life seem to stretch on forever and moments of ecstasy are over in a orgasmic flash? Sounds like another unanswerable philosophical conundrum to me.

Whenever the skies cloud over and there is the smell of wood smoke in the air, my mind drifts off to the romantic paradise we call Kalaloch. It's about a half hour drive south of the entrance to the Hoh Rain Forest. There is a lodge building, and a number of cabins spread along the bluff. It is contained within the Olympic State Park, so that makes it slightly less commercial than it would otherwise be allowed to be. I've been going out there for about fifteen years and it hasn't changed too much in that time, which is a good thing.


So, I've been very neglectful of my blog these recent months. Life does tend to get in the way of things like blogging. I'm also not very good about setting aside time for important things like writing. This particular Sunday morning my S.O. is at a meeting until after noon, and her 18-year-old son is sleeping in. It's a good time for me to groove on some tunes and let the words slip from my fingers, as I write yet more banal entries and send them into the ether.

I only have about twenty pages left to the book I'm reading, but reading is something I enjoy doing with my S.O.. Sitting in my office by myself with the music cranked is better done while she is off doing her thing. Maybe the sun will grace us with its presence this afternoon . . . even though it has no will to enable it to grace us, and it's all just fermions and bosons underneath it all, it would still be nice to be warmed by that big yellow orb today just the same.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Another Beautiful Fall Day

And I'm stuck at work with uninteresting co-workers. Work should serve as an escape when the lights are a little dimmer at home, but it doesn't work that way for me. Add to the work day the fact that I have to drive up to Lake Forest Park to listen to two sales reps from Random House tout all the mainstream books coming out this fall. Oh, there will be free advance copies...of lame books that they need to give away to get anyone to read.

Oh well. I've only been here just over an hour, which means that time is moving at a snail's pace. It doesn't help to complain either. I've learned that. It's better to keep one's mouth shut and stay in survival mode.

Soon the weekend will be here, along with payday, although this payday -- like most paydays -- most of the check is already slated to pay bills.

Friday, October 7, 2011

A Brief Moment of Sanity on Mainstream TV

I don't watch television, but I know people who do. I hope some of Sarah Palin's fans, who I think probably watch a lot of television, got a chance to see this wonderful little diatribe by Martin Bashir. It's a little weird to do both and obituary of Steve Jobs and a slamming of Palin in the same segment, but somehow it works.

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Thursday, October 6, 2011

Substitiutions for Size

The Occupy Wall Street have been ongoing. It hasn't been easy, because the police actually seem to enjoy beating on people. You might think, Okay, the police are paid by taxes of working citizens. The police are unionized. And they are human beings. That doesn't matter, because when the jack boots hit the road, they are there only to protect the interests of the rich and powerful. It was only a few months back that I posted a video showing someone being choked by police, because he was dancing (barely) inside the Lincoln Memorial. He was choked for this "crime." I thought, "Oh, we're going to see this on the nightly news." No a peep. I forgot who owns the nightly news. The police are not there to protect YOU. There are there to protect the interests of those who run this country: The Corporations. Part of me wished I still lived in the northeast of this country, and then I could go down and be part of this whole class warfare thing. Of course the Republicans shun class warfare and make it sound like a bad thing. That's because a good old class warfare is about the only thing that would pale John Bonehead's tan, and make his golf handicap laughable. Instead we have the rich dicks of Wall Street, sipping champagne as they scoff at the protestors below.

In this video you will see a New York City policeman, anxious to use his nightstick. Maybe with that belly of his he better not have to run down any suspects.

Notice how the cop says that his little nightstick will get a workout tonight...hopefully. He's not hoping for a peaceful demonstration. He's wanting to beat some defenseless citizens. What a sad little man all dressed in blue.

In this video you get to see those Nerf nightsticks in action. Look at these men beat on unarmed citizens. My guess would be that you would have to own a mighty small penis to carry such a large nightstick. Me thinks that these cops are substituting for something that is lacking in themselves.

These instances of police brutality that get laughed off by the media are the reason that I tell my son to be wary of police officers. They are not necessarily there to help you.

Oh, and Steve Jobs died. Amanda Knox got cut loose. And I still work for a company that has no intention of ever giving its employees a raise, and does not pay us for the two holidays on which the store is closed: Thanksgiving and Christmas. I'm so glad that we can make money for the store's owner, who is currently in Europe. Meanwhile, I'll be paying my car insurance just as the cancellation is in the mail.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Nothing New

I'm sitting here at work, waiting for ten o'clock to roll around, so that I can blow this clambake. Happiness is around the corner though, because Friday is payday, and we are all reminded why we work in this lovely store...and it's not the paycheck.

It crossed my mind that I still have not had more money taken out of my check for taxes, and this coming year I will not get to claim Justin as a deduction. If I don't put some money away (fat chance of that!) then I will end up owing the government for the pleasure of being an American Citizen.

Justin will be staying at our house for the next ten days straight, because his mother is going back to New York to visit her family. His extended stay creates a little more work, and we have to juggle our schedules a little, but ultimately I love having him at my house more rather than less.

These days my mind keeps drifting to our upcoming trip to the Olympic Peninsula. My Significant Other and I will be away for five whole nights, which may actually feel like a vacation rather than a long weekend. I come back to town, work the day after Thanksgiving (I know, I know...that's Black Friday) and then I'll be off for the weekend. Of course, these days off do not arrive for over a month, but that will not stop me from day dreaming about it.