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10月23日 Drowning in the Stream of ConsciousnessRandom notes and Oktoberfest highlights:
The new kitten likes kimchee noodles. She put her face into my bowl the other night and began sucking noodles like a Korean who missed lunch. She wasn't diving for meat (there wasn't any) - just rice noodles, some three month old deadly hot homemade sour kimchee, fish sauce and lemon grass. Go figure.
The 2008 election is the most important in history as well as the most irrelevant and absurd. The voters have no big choice, do they? Both candidates are more concerned with image than issues, more interested with getting elected than in getting us back to the garden. I saw all the debates. Why did it not occur to either side to mention that 10 billion dollars/month and thousands of lives was too high a price to pay for a unilateral war in Iraq? Both Obama and McCain are more committed to taking a wishy-washy stand right in the middle of their respective party platforms than they are about steering us away from the past 8 disasterous Bush years. We've lost most of our allies and most of our world support with the exceptions of Columbia (dope), Pakistan (shudder....), and Saudi Arabia (home to US military bases and the country of origin of the majority of the 9/11 hijackers.) What strange bedfellows. Obama is no liberal democrat. He's an aspiring ambitious white republican who hasn't come out of the closet. Our last liberal democrat president was shot in the head and where in hell is Russ Feingold when we need him most? McCain and Palin, on the other hand, came out just in time for Halloween. If I dress up for that holiday it will be as him (how frightening) or her (the soccer-mom MILF clown in her $150,000 wardrobe.) As far as voting in November, all I know is I will vote AGAINST McCain. How's that for a committed, enlightened, progressive voter stance? Go figure.
10月5日 It's over....summer, that is... over and done with.
Reminds me of a darkly optimistic poem by Robert Penn Warren:
"Hunt, hunt again. If you do not find it, you
You will die. But I tell you this much, it
Is not under the stone at the foot
Of the garden, nor by the wall by the fig tree.
I tell you this much to save you trouble, for I
Have looked, I know. But hurry, for
The terror is, all promises are kept.
Even happiness."
Enough said about promises and happiness.
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