Jews

I'm not a jew. I've known some jews. I lived with a Jew for a semester at college. His name was Alec and we both learned a great deal about ourselves, and each other. I was very offended when he refused to have a word with the higher ups about letting me in on the Zionist Conspiracy. I offered to get circumcized and he just gave me this haughty offended look. Note: he didn't deny though!
Seriously though. In watching the news and the killing and slaughter and bombing with military techonology named things like, "F-16 jets, Apache helicopter" I've been angry at the Jews. In london I talked to a good number of palestinians as part of my race relations study and they really don't have a country or a future. The lebanese it seems to me are at the mercy of Syria and Iran and their own super crazy terror group. Israel is sovereign and relatively safe and in control and they choose to deprive these people of power and water and emergency services and then they blow up UN observers and buildings of women and children and good dear god what the hell is going on? I was really really pissed at the Jews. Damn the Jews. Those Jews.
So the other night I watched Munich. First, I was struck by the balanced portrayl and general quality of the movie. Second, I was struck by how sad and beleagured Jewery was in the late 60s early 70s, which lead to them occupying the territory that pisses people off today (not entirely though). Third, I said to myself damn those crazy vindictive and effective Jews. Those are some damn scary Jews. So I guess it's not all israel's fault.
But I want them to get their own weapons. Cause when blackhawks are shooting tommohawk missles, it just feels like its us. So Israel needs to relax. The world needs to stop this crazyness like right now, but most importantly the Jews need to realize that the more of this shit they pull the less international sympathy they'll have left over in the holocaust account.

Note: for the purposes of this post Jews refers to israeli's and their expatriot sympathizers, with the exception of my college roomate. I suppose were I to refer to american jews in this post I should develop some other phrase to distinguish. I will endeavor to do this. If this post offends you or you find it simplistic or it bores you please comment. If you feel so compelled by the beauty of this post that you have to leave a comment extoling the market price of recycled paper or the good value to be found in an online degree, I'd like to take the time now to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your sincere interest in my views. Also I hear several california based logging companies are looking for a strong third quarter ... but dont tell the SEC you heard it here.

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I was very sure, as I'm sure many of you are, that I saw all the humor in Marmaduke every time I read it (which was plentiful). But alas I did not see "all" the humor as Joe Mathlete showed me and continues to show me on a daily basis. My personal favorite is, "Marmaduke is laughing at his owner-lady's workout routine. She responds to her dog's mocking laughter with a sarcastic, Who's Afraid Of Virginia Wolfe-esque suggestion/putdown."

Marmaduke is truly an existenial morality play where we all learn something, even if we haven't been to college. Unlike that mickey mouse Calvin and Hobbes.

I have no plan, but I have a computer

I think I may begin posting more. Not because I want to communicate, but because I love this new laptop. Here comes the heresy, It's a mac! horror of horrors this interface is just so much fucking better to use. I can make my way around a pc pretty well. But with this computer thus far, I don't "have to make my way around". It's bizarre. as to work, I'm working. I'm going to move in the next month or so. The choices are Jersey, down the road with Colin. Or perhaps Nashville to live with my brother. I don't know what I'll do after the 8th. I fly to vegas on the 9th and have two weeks paid. right around then is when I'll have to be moving out. But damned if I know what I'll do. I just hope I don't get cable. It's wonderfully entertaining but its also just way too fucking entertaining. I think I should have to be so desperate to forget my life that I'll watch ABC or nothing. The way it is now, I just forget about my life cause Tony Soprano's life kicks way more ass. Such a sad statement to read. So for a happy note, This computer kicks super mondo wicked ass. I'm a little afraid of software/hardware and being able to use it, but for basic computer purposes, it rocks pretty hard.

Living three days at once

Temporal is the word to describe my newest preoccupation. I can't tell what today is. Is today just itself? Is it merely the sun's path across our field of view as product of our rotation, one chance removed from all others to carve out a little slice of happy pie? Lately I've been thinking about how today is largely the product of yesterday. The puke you have to clean from last night's binge, or the feelings we have to sooth from yesterday's ill temper are all defining today while being remanants of yesterday. The same is true of tommorrow. In many ways today could just be a big set up for a great time tommorrow. Finishing your biology homework so you can party hard all weekend is a use of today in service of a tommorrow. Adult life seems to stress the latter. When I was younger I was entirely convinced of the first understanding of reality. As I deal with older people their days seemed largely tainted and defined by their pasts. I really don't know.
I've met a lovely lady recently. I'm not afraid of her. She's nice and funny and wicked smart and all sorts of other adjectives that do her no justice. She's the cause for this particular train of thought. She's the sum total lately of what I want to do with my today. She's leaving soon though so likely won't figure very heavily into my tommorrows, sad thought that one. And yet she taps into all my yesterdays with regards to lesbians and confidence and what sort of person I've shown myself to be. So where then does that leave me? Here and now. Hoping that I can embrace or overcome the past as need be, that I can live in the present and make the most of it, and that god willing maybe she'll see me tommorrow. The one thing I'm completely sure of is that when in the presence of a lovely lady or similarly compelling thing, the difference between then and now melts. The quantum theory stating actions in the present can change the past seems completely plausible. When in those moments, I lose my ape conception of time moving and feel myself hurtling along along time's arc as I really am. I literally stand in the same place as the world spins around me and time "moves forward" and it's all a question of how I feel about it. But I'm pretty sure that time and the universe and the like don't give a rip how I feel. well fuck them then, cause I feel pretty good.
Side note, rip torn got drunk as hell and started a fight at the cape cod theater project, rock on you man christ you.