Saturday, October 06, 2007

Take a look

Weekends are great for drinking coffee and staring out the window watching the wind blow the trees around. If there's anyone out there, I find something else to do. Who wants to watch people muddling around in a daze? If you're out there muddling around in a daze, I'd rather you didn't read this. Go find some coffee somewhere, or something. Take a look out the window once in a while.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

lifestyle?

I don't have a lifestyle, I have a life.

Friday, October 13, 2006

I like pizza

I'm not terribly particular about most things. Food doesn't fascinate me, I get along just fine on pizza and meatloaf. I do not passionately endorse one brand of beer or choose one group of millionaires playing a game over another group. I suppose I am easily satisfied and easily entertained. I have spent more time than is probably good for me watching past episodes of "House", one after the other, the last couple of weeks, but I have restrained myself from shamelessly promoting the series to innocent passersby. I am not particular, but I do support a change in management when the state of our lives and country reaches a point that is so glaringly ridiculous. To allow a relativley small group of dishonest players to manipulate our system of government to their own advantage, without restraint, for so many years is a poor reflection on all of us. Maybe it is naive to base a government on honesty without actually making it mandatory and including a system of enforcement. I really have to support replacing individuals in this system with people that make some attempt to represent the people that put them there.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

coffee

I like to get a cup of coffee in the morning not long after I arrive at work. I walk through the properties of the businesses crowded into the neighborhood and between their items scattered about for sale. One business sells large stones set at unnatural angles into the ground and cold stone benches. For a rather stiff price one could have one of these weighty items set into their own yard. Not many other people are about at this time of the morning; the birds bounce around in the trees mostly undisturbed and I can stop and ponder the rock garden mostly undisturbed myself.
I get coffee at a small, student run shop that has become quite a popular gathering place. It retains its rough, unplanned qualities- handwritten signs on the walls and local artwork. The outdoor seating consists of recycled outdoor, and indoor, furniture. There are shelves of books on current politics and novels in the corner. It is a comfortable place and generally quiet.
I don’t stay long. I buy my coffee and walk out the door in four or five minutes, usually. I don’t spend much time on idle chat, though I think that I should be more personable on occasion. I walk back to my workplace the same way that I have come; somewhat faster with my coffee cup held level in my hand. The room is well lit, but by a pair of rather unpleasant fluorescent fixtures. I sit at my desk and drink my coffee and make my way through the morning.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

I'm confused

Does religion by its nature move a person to irrational behavior? Is an adherent gradually led to fanaticism through suggestions that greater spirituality is achieved only through increasingly fundamentalist behavior?
I find myself suspicious that a supreme being perfectly capable of teaching everyone everywhere anything anytime has chosen, so far, to communicate through one individual at a time and convey such contradictory ideas.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Work, work, work, work, work! I love working! There is nothing quite like the sense of satisfaction one gains from supporting a loving government and a family of concerned corporate kinsmen. I see myself as a blade of grass, one tender shoot in a field of millions, being grazed upon and nourishing a hungry herd. Shorn to the root, I rise again ever mindful that my sacrifice plays an essential, tiny role in the joyous excesses of those leading us all toward their goal of acquiring everything. Ahhhh the ecstasy of ignorance!

Friday, March 03, 2006

nothing is interesting

Nothing is quite so interesting as trying to come up with a phrase that someone else isn't already using on the web. I've considered variations of commentator (i.e. ordinaryspud, plaintuber, regularpotato), but they don't carry the sense of "social witness" or "annoying person hanging around watching every move we make" that I'm looking for. So, there you have it.