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Tingling in my Fingering
May. 4th, 2011 11:22 pmMonday:
Mom hosted a tea for one of the charitable groups she officers, so there were tiny sandwiches, which I love on account of both tiny and sandwiches. I did my beginning of the month moving money around, and other organizational setting-up-meetings sorts of tasks. Ciro is rebuilding the edit from the EDL so it will be in the right format to conform, which is both grueling and unfortunately necessary because of the limits of our editor.
Tuesday:
My cousin Santos is a Navy Seal who is involved with the unit that took out bin Laden, but he was teaching in California at the time of the operation. We're taking bets on whether he's kicking himself, going to imply he was there anyway (by emphasizing that he was not there, as one does for covert actions), or both.
Otherwise, everyone in my family is too old or too realist to have much reaction. We weren't raised in high school programs that emphasized that 9/11 is the worst ever threat to freedom, so none of us are partying like it's V-E day or the fall of the Berlin Wall, nor are we sanctimonious enough to insist that bin Laden's death is sad "as all death is sad" or castigate American imperialism for interfering with the native-based protest movement that is Al Qaeda. I have thought about beating up the people who say the latter two, since as pacifists they probably couldn't strike back without me automatically winning rhetorically. I would win at minimum 50% of the fights going on, which is good odds.
In general, I've been noticing almost as much sanctimony from the left as from the right these days; it seems both ends of the socio-political spectrum are going for a shame-based strategy, whether it's shame for not following the Bible exactly or for not being a vegan and forswearing petroleum products. Freedom can go too far and become self-centered (look at libertarianism), but I miss the days when "all you need is love" just-say-yes was a recognized and promoted platform. We need that. Society needs that.
Wednesday:
Early warning signs of carpal tunnel in my right hand - tingling ring finger. Mousing left handed, watching my posture, and doing hand stretches. Hopefully caught it early enough to reverse any permanent damage.
Val's pipes burst, apparently out of her wall, which was something she worried about when she bought the house and was told that she was being overly anxious about. But damnit her research was right. Not that I imagine being right feels very good right now, which probably feels mostly under construction, but still. Those of us mocked for being overly cautious are sometimes in fact the right amount cautious.
My poem of last week, which turned out to be even more topical than I thought it was, was published in New Verse News today, and therefore I am now unlocking it. (I hide most of my poems until someone publishes them so as to not violate first publication rights, unless I'm positive they'll never be published.)
Mom hosted a tea for one of the charitable groups she officers, so there were tiny sandwiches, which I love on account of both tiny and sandwiches. I did my beginning of the month moving money around, and other organizational setting-up-meetings sorts of tasks. Ciro is rebuilding the edit from the EDL so it will be in the right format to conform, which is both grueling and unfortunately necessary because of the limits of our editor.
Tuesday:
My cousin Santos is a Navy Seal who is involved with the unit that took out bin Laden, but he was teaching in California at the time of the operation. We're taking bets on whether he's kicking himself, going to imply he was there anyway (by emphasizing that he was not there, as one does for covert actions), or both.
Otherwise, everyone in my family is too old or too realist to have much reaction. We weren't raised in high school programs that emphasized that 9/11 is the worst ever threat to freedom, so none of us are partying like it's V-E day or the fall of the Berlin Wall, nor are we sanctimonious enough to insist that bin Laden's death is sad "as all death is sad" or castigate American imperialism for interfering with the native-based protest movement that is Al Qaeda. I have thought about beating up the people who say the latter two, since as pacifists they probably couldn't strike back without me automatically winning rhetorically. I would win at minimum 50% of the fights going on, which is good odds.
In general, I've been noticing almost as much sanctimony from the left as from the right these days; it seems both ends of the socio-political spectrum are going for a shame-based strategy, whether it's shame for not following the Bible exactly or for not being a vegan and forswearing petroleum products. Freedom can go too far and become self-centered (look at libertarianism), but I miss the days when "all you need is love" just-say-yes was a recognized and promoted platform. We need that. Society needs that.
Wednesday:
Early warning signs of carpal tunnel in my right hand - tingling ring finger. Mousing left handed, watching my posture, and doing hand stretches. Hopefully caught it early enough to reverse any permanent damage.
Val's pipes burst, apparently out of her wall, which was something she worried about when she bought the house and was told that she was being overly anxious about. But damnit her research was right. Not that I imagine being right feels very good right now, which probably feels mostly under construction, but still. Those of us mocked for being overly cautious are sometimes in fact the right amount cautious.
My poem of last week, which turned out to be even more topical than I thought it was, was published in New Verse News today, and therefore I am now unlocking it. (I hide most of my poems until someone publishes them so as to not violate first publication rights, unless I'm positive they'll never be published.)
