Why this came up is a detail for later. But it did.
So a bunch of white kids banged on some drums and shouted outside the South African embassy in Washington D.C. They thought Apartheid was evil and had to go. And when it finally went, they thought they had something to do with it.
They didn’t. They thought they were being brave and speaking truth to power. They were never in danger for a second. The kids in South Africa they imagined they were supporting were getting beaten, shot, hosed, tortured, arrested, and everything else-d. The kids in D.C. were pounding on drums and shouting.
And everything those idealistic kids thought they were fighting for resulted in a Communist government that’s made life worse for everyone.
All of life can be broken down into moments of transition or moments of revelation. This had the feeling of both.
-Book of G’Kar
There are times when you read or see or hear something that cause thoughts to suddenly crystallize. Watch this video for one such thing. It is long, but it is very much worth it.
I always jokingly say that everything men have created we created to impress women. I wasn’t joking.
I always had a nagging thought in the back of my head that there was a good reason that gay marriage was nonsense. It nags no more.
I always suspected that second-wave feminism was never about equality or rights or power. I am no longer suspicious.
I thought that the “game” movement was just about picking up chicks for a quick shag. I have swallowed the red pill.
There is an order to things. This order has been bashed into our genes over millenia. In the past 200 years we have created a society so bountiful and safe that the order is unraveling and we have no idea how to stop it flying apart. There’s no need to go back to the caves. Admitting that this order exists is the first step towards salvation. Adapting this order to the new reality is the way forward. Don’t play the game. Change the rules.
I ask myself questions, and I get questions in return. Am I just confused, or am I insane?
I can’t help but think that somewhere I missed something important, but I don’t know what it was. I try to figure it out, but I just get confused. Brains should come with instruction manuals, or at least API guides so we might have a chance of figuring them out.
And then just now that nagging little voice says “you don’t mean any of this, you’re just posing for attention.” Half of me is a sociopath, but I don’t know which one. I wish I was drunk.
That song really sucked. Just thought I’d share that. I really can’t stand Neil Young. All fake earnestness. Fuck him.
New categories for new things in my corner of the Universe.
There’s now a aquarium. 15 gallons with 11 fish therein. Betta, 4 tetras, 3 cories, and 3 platys. Nobody tries to eat anyone else.
Thanks to Ken getting a membership at the local Y, we played Camp Sloper last weekend. Nice little course. Cutting down on the number of discs in the bag is starting to pay dividends.
To the surprise of pretty much nobody, Francona wasn’t the problem in Boston. Hopefully the GM has had an automatic ass-kicking machine installed in his office.
My main workstation has self-destructed for the last time. Rather than rebuild it, I’m simply going to make the new laptop play full-time business machine. I’m putting a new power supply in the micro monolith I built last year so I can run the GTX460 in it.
No more filter bucket for me, thanks. I got tired of forgetting to fill it, and losing that fridge space. And the icemaker was useless because the ice tasted and smelled like shit.
So I put in one of those filters that has its own faucet, and I split the output to go to the icemaker. The water is indistinguishable from what was coming from the Pur filter.
Mating plastic and brass is a TOTAL PAIN IN THE ASS. You don’t want to over tighten it because you will tear the threads right off the plastic, but you put it all together and it leaks, so you tighten, and tighten, and tighten some more. Now I’m just hoping nothing goes BANG and sends water all over the house.