Forget the future, the present times are such a mess

I was having lunch with the Big Guy, my former boss, and he was shaking his head at the inconsistency and shortsightedness of the decision to put me on part-time status. "I'll never understand it."

It doesn't seem so confusing to me. I never had any expectations that I would understand or adopt the values of the behommeth corporation where I'm currently employed that places its all-holy faith at the altar of Numbers. "How can you understand a number? You can't," I responded. How can you be passionate about numbers? Find wisdom and beauty, or be inspired by them? I don't think I'll ever get it.

And I don't think I'm alone in that.

Maybe that's why Bush and McCain, if he could've snookered the American public into electing him, targeted their tax cuts to the rich. Us folks in the middle class don't get numbers.

I'm a safe surfer, darling

I'm riding the crest of trend!

Wednesday's worse and Thursday I don't know

Started off Monday morning with news from the dentist that I needed a root canal.
Then Tuesday the office manager called me and said he was cutting me to half time.*
I can't wait to see what happens today.


*In reality, if I can bill hours I'll get paid for them- I'm just in a more tenuous position.

Can't stand them

Coincidence: I get a gift certificate from Ma Bim and do a big CD purchase. I unwittingly come up with two Scottish selections from the post rock and first wave punk genres. Can't recall the last time I bought music from Scotland. (Though I must say that the Rezillos are more suited to bopping around my bedroom afterschool as a 14 year old with "Somebody's Gonna to Get Their Head Kicked in Tonight" at full volume to piss off my parents downstairs. Or maybe I shouldn't take myself so seriously and enjoy it now...)

Coincidence: Right now I'm listening to a musician who Mrs. B and I saw one hot July evening in a Denton, TX bar as we waited to see the latest incarnation of Karla Bozulich (oh, was I disappointed- she was doing some gospel shouting catharsis instead of Geraldine Fibbers rawk that I had waited 10 years to see). Anyways, the musician filling the opening slot for a handful of Shiner swillers sang and played unconventional fiddle. Noting that she referred to the cold and a glacier in her lyrics, we approached her after the set and introduced ourselves as denizens of the North where such things did not seem as odd as they did on that July afternoon in Texas. She revealed that she was from Minnesota. Then later we find out that she was a former student of the Fra. Still later, I learn that she put out an album at 4AD, the esteemed British label.

The masquerade is over

There are plenty of DC politicians, pundits, lobbyists, and shills that are simply not going to be thrilled when the O Generations puts their hands on the levers of power that the previous Administration and various sycophants operated so recklessly and corruptly for the last eight years.

To hide for their inevitable sourpuss expressions, I think they should be forced to wear smile masks.