Dub Not Dubya
Saturday, August 23, 2003
At a time like this, the wisdom of that 12-step saying, "How important is it?" becomes very clear. How important is it that I spend time typing in two nasty letters to the editor and posting them on the email list that I run? If I felt okay, I would do it. But right now, while I could make the effort, i.e., I am capable of doing it, I just don't want to. And so it will not get done, and that is alright. It really doesn't matter much if at all whether those letters are posted, but making myself do it would have an impact, a negative one. So I make a choice to take care of myself.
Also, the husband of a cousin of my father's died in Knoxville. I do not know this cousin well but am friendly with her when I see her at family occasions. So I will send her a card. But how important is it that I send her a card today, as opposed to in a few days? It's not. So I will wait until I am up to finding a sympathy card in a few days. Easy does it.
Can I ask for help when I need it? Do I have people in my life who will step forward? Those are the questions to ponder right now. I think the answer is mostly yes to both, but of course it depends on the circumstances and the particular task. I'll figure it out somehow. Easy does it.
My wonderful cat, Spot, is dying. Cancer. He has about a month or less to live. I am heartbroken.
A lot of people have been very kind in their words. I do appreciate it. But in the end, there is really just nothing anyone can say or do. Maybe if we're lucky, some people will come forward with practical support, recognizing that we need that right now just as much as we would if a human family member were dying. And hopefully they will understand and excuse our emotional volatility in the same way. That would all be great. But it doesn't make it any less heartbreaking.
Thursday, August 21, 2003
Feeling overwhelmed currently by all the negativity being reported about the majority's attitudes toward basic human rights for people like me. Every damn day more bad news in a poll, more stupid letters and op-eds (and more proof of the conservative/stupid bias of the local paper.) Amidst this, some things to give me hope or a smile or both:
The Guardian's Gary Younge, in a column about the "I have a dream" speech, notes that:
The more things change.....
Earlier, was whining to my other half, and she had the clarity to tell me to ask myself, "What would Debbie Black do?" What a great thing to ask yourself when you're in a funk. She would get in the opponent's face, rile up the fans, and then, when sitting on the bench, give plenty of encouragement and good advice to her teammates. Yes, that's what Debbie Black would do. Who needs Brian Boitano?
Lastly, in my regular web travels, came across, on a site devoted to LGBT-related press releases, this gem: Raelians Help Gays and Lesbians Leave the Catholic Church. All I could do was laugh. The press release gives no indication that the Raelians are a cult that believes in aliens, and this tidbit has no doubt been forgotten by most, as their 15 minutes of fame was months and months ago. I haven't looked yet at the website they're promoting, as I worry what kind of cookies might end up visited (heh) upon me as a result. I'll check it out with Lynx later. But it's just too damn funny. Apostasy Now, indeed!
Monday, August 18, 2003
Here's more about Wicked Witch Katherine Harris' recent clampdown on dissent at a town meeting: a first-person account with additional information that was not mentioned in news articles. Imagine for a moment if Hillary Clinton had done this--we would still be hearing about it years later. But this outrage will probably just go down the memory hole. At least hopefully the constituents will remember, not that it will do much good in Voter Fraudida.