Thanks-taking

I don't intend to make this exact same accolade every year, but maybe I do. I am not willing to look back at last year's journal entry or old blogs to see.  But anyway, happy Thankstaking to all. Indeed enjoy yet another celebration of the European invasion (and subsequently established U.S. government) conquest of the indigenous people of North America. It's a wonderful country, and I'm sure you enjoy being here as much as I do. And I enjoy celebrating that our European ancestors made it possible for me to be here.

The euphemistic name of the holiday that most folks call it (Thanksgiving) is rediculous because the aboriginal people of what we call "America" did not joyfully chose to give their land and lives to the invading European/U.S. hordes. So I call the celebration "Thanks-taking". The 'Thanks' part then becomes an appropriately sarcastic scorn, instead of a euphemistic slap in the collective aboriginal face, and I can enjoy my turkey without the sour aftertaste of hypocrisy.

But, I am thankful, with respect to this celebration, that our ancestors did not kill them all, and that a lineage of several aboriginal nations and their culture continue to survive.

Live long and prosper my brethren of ancestral adversary.

National Coming Out Day

Tomorrow is National Coming Out Day. I am, and always have been 'out' and loudly support equal rights for the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender community. I do not "come out" with any further information than that because who I love and/or sleep with is nobody's business (except for whomever the lucky recipient of my affections may be). I have no other reason for not divulging my sexual preferences other than valuing my privacy. Be that as it may, please join me in donating your status, by coming out of whatever your particular closet may be in support of LGBTQ equality.  The movement really is about actual equality for all.

Loose Cannon

She has been called a "loose cannon".  And I knew this was an accurate assessment of her personality, but my attraction had no fear because I knew that at the very least I was sure to experience a great learning.  And I have. I sense that her withdrawal from me is more about her own desire for hermitage rather than resentment around my defending someone against her onslaught. Unfortunately I don't think that there is any abundance of time in our favor.

I also knew this was coming.  And despite becoming cannon fodder I have no regrets.  Like I said, it has been a great learning experience.  Just because part of the learning involved sorrow does not make it any the less valuable.  And I have an added dimension of love in my heart for which I am so grateful.  Normally I have a serious rejection complex that keeps me perpetually locked in pause mode when it comes to meeting people.  

She said she always falls for people with a lot of rage, who eventually abandon her. She wants to disappear. She wants to live out her life in hermitage, writing her poetry, and wishing she were young again – her words.

Sweetest Summers

Summer in the Pacific Northwest is short, but oh so very sweet.  The hottest days can be quiet warm - uncomfortable even. But I am surrounded by trees and get very little direct sunlight, so inside the cabin is tolerable with window fans.  And at night it drops down enough to enable comfortable sleeping.

It's cooler today than it has been in the last couple of days. Temperatures are higher in the city than out here on my side of the mountain.  Though the other day it managed to reach 101 degrees Fahrenheit according to my front porch thermometer (hottest I have ever seen here).  The river has dwindled to a mere trickle compared to its normal roaring glory.

These conditions are only present for a few weeks of the summer months. And the days in excess of 90 degrees seldom number more than a dozen.

Akin to paradise.

Insomnious Blathering

Sometimes the energy required to engage in my daily duties wears me down.  The simplicity of the mountain beckons me and I must obey – else the emotive residual s gathered over the week will fester into something dark and ugly.  So like Alice and the ‘looking glass’ I step through to the other side to share stories with the Walrus about many important things i.e. cabbages and kings.  And the darkness will wash over me as it always does – and I will return renewed.

It is very late.  And I am obviously near delirium.  But the condition of sleep mercilessly evades me (again).  It is my own fault – I have been very remiss in my exercise regimen – so much that I can hardly call it a regimen.  So my mind, fueled by excess blood sugar, continues to process late at night despite my having 'clicked' shutdown.  Hopefully the weekend adventures will rekindle the workout energy, and hopefully the following week’s daily toil will not drain me of the energy needed to climb up onto my stairway to nowhere (the Stairmaster) ---- the end-all, be-all burner of a day’s residual blood sugar.  

Something Wonderful

Reading on the topic claiming that Einstein’s llamda constant may have been correct after all (Einstein considered the theory to be his biggest blunder) has me contemplating space-time-infinity - again.  But to the point of my current thoughts which do not directly relate to llamda – I still only subscribe to the assignment of infinity to Space (the visible Universe and beyond) and Time (the clockwise measurement of existence) – that to attempt discussing a "beginning" (or ending) of either is pointless and absurd.  The notion of limited space or that there is nothing beyond the visible universe is an example of human desire to quantify and understand everything, coupled with the inability to grasp the concept of "never-ending" - infinity.

Discoveries in astronomy and physics indicate (beyond a reasonable doubt) that the visible elements of our universe did in fact begin with the cosmic event referred to as the “Big Bang”, which begs the question: What was existence before the Big Bang?  From a logical perspective, the “nothingness” theory is of course absurd. Spontaneous existence from nothing is not permissible by any sense of reason or rationality.

So we don't know what precipitated the cosmic singularity from which our visible universe ensued.  But we can be damned sure it was something.  Something wonderful.

The Morally Confused

This blog post is just another rant demanding the end of government repression of personal freedoms that directly affect our chosen lifestyle, in particular, same-sex marriage and multiple-partner marriage (polygamy), rights denied for reasons of lifestyle choices (LBGT), and any other form of legislated discrimination.

It has been my observation that opposition to personal freedoms of the aforementioned nature can be directly related to a kind of moral confusion that is typically rooted in some form of theism – but probably not exclusively.  Confused because they have allowed their respective dogma to supplant real moral virtues such as love, honor, truth, and so on, with their imaginary virtues of chastity, reverence, servitude, self-sacrifice and other concepts unnatural to human behavior – concepts that are absent any actual moral value.  I refer to this faction of our society as the Morally Confused.

It is clear that the Morally Confused are not confined to any one political party affiliation.  And as a matter of fact, neither official national platform of either of the two major political parties (R), (D) make any reference (support or otherwise) to polygamous or same-sex marriage.    

And notably, elected officials of both Republican and Democrat parties statistically do NOT propose legislation that would legalize such modifications to the marital status.   So where does that leave us on Election Day?  Affiliation with the political party known for its liberal support of “personal freedoms” is not good enough.  It is important to know the individual candidate's position.

Peace.