Random Thought, Only Not

Why do people fight aging? It is so pointless - you'll be old eventually, you're already old. Me, I can't believe that I'm going to exist, take in information, have emotions, and hear annoying things, like the guy snorting snot back into his sinuses, for at least another 50 years. I'm going to be menstruating for another two decades, for crying out loud.

No One Knows

If Obama wins. If the Democrats take the House and have a filibuster proof majority in the Senate. What would be so horrible for America, for American business, for so many Americans, that they are working themselves into a frothing rage, throwing good money at this, and blatantly cheating to get what they want. What is truly so frightening? What horrible things would happen?

I'm sorry for their lost years, I really am. I'm sorry that the things that were taught them turned out to be wrong. I want no harm to come to anyone. I'm just tired of seeing people sleeping in the street, and I think that we can do better. Really, their worst nightmares can't be much worse than this.

Apropos of Nothing

Have you ever had an existential crisis, but was concerned that if you told anyone, they would just dismiss it, perhaps compare it to their own, and otherwise completely fail to realize what you're talking about?

I am having that right now, during every waking moment, so I decided to blog about it.

I feel a tiny bit better now. Goodnight.

Little Things

Driving down 880 - well, I was going North, so up, but whatever - reminds me that Oakland is not just a place with a bunch of houses and facilities named after famous African Americans, it is often a big craphole.

Driving my Taurus makes me feel like a little old lady, and reminds me of how well we normalize bad situations. After being in my shiny new toy that runs on sunshine and farts, the green car is just that much worse.

I also cannot figure out magnets yet, cuz the only people that ever tell me about them are scientists, and those m^$*@%#&%*ers make me pissed.

Yeah

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Stop the Presses!

The tagline under the top stroy on Yahoo right now is as follows

Tiger Woods' caddy makes an unflattering comment about golfer Phil Mickelson.

Source

That isn't news, that is gossip, and regardless of what the comment was (really, he could have issued a death threat or even something horribly misogynistic), who really cares? What a bunch of crap.

I Guess I Have to Get to Bed Now

I was the first to arrive at the YAG meeting tonight, explained that I had just come from the gym, people trickled in, pleasantries were exchanged, foody items brought, and Facebook etiquette discussed. Then we started up the movie where we had left off, with all of the non-Rwandan people leaving The Mille Colines. Hotel Rwanda is one of those movies, like Schindler's List that could never be MST'ed. It is suspenseful and horrifying and real. Had I been alone, I would have started crying at the end.

We discussed the movie afterwards, with questions from a book. They were questions asking people to draw parallels in our lives to what had happened on the screen. When I heard the first question, I said that nothing in my life has any possible comparison to what those people went through. I mean, I've stood up for myself a number of times, but nothing in my life - nothing in the lives of anyone I actually know - compares to what happened in Rwanda back then. And we decided not to compare, just discuss the movie.

As I watched the movie, I thought about how the settings looked familiar. I remembered late nights in restaurants, those plaid bags, walking through that town after dark to the hostel. I also remembered hearing gun shots in my hostel in Paraguay during the failed coup in 2000, but it was nothing compared to this. It was easy to see myself in those white and Asian people that left - relieved that they were leaving, but horrified to leave people to die. I don't know if could have left - I would have, but I don't know if I could have left. How do you cope with that? How do you cope with a world that didn't care after what you saw? How do I cope with the memory of this as a non-event - just more Africans killing themselves - in my own lifetime? How do we stop this? At least it is over, right? Is it over? What about Iraq? What about Sudan?

And after the white people left, after the UN left, there was just the corrupt General to be fed bribes. Bribes handed out with supplies obtained by a visit to hell. Bribes fed with a visit to the diplomat's office while the hotel was left unguarded. Bribes to keep 1200 people alive, to keep them from the machetes, to keep them from the frenzy of the men whipped into a rage by a radio announcer, calling them to kill all of the Tutsi's and eventually any Hutu that helped them. Bribes and calls to family outside of Rwanda, a refugee camp with the appearance of a 4-star hotel all to keep a few people from lying dead on the road with everyone else.

Watch this movie.

Waste

Why does NewEgg use so much packaging?

USB Drives, packed in packaging easily 10 times bigger than the actual thing, stacked three high, with little interlocking sections on the packaging so it stays together, wrapped in 1" bubble wrap, in a box of styrofoam peanuts.

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I sent the box of peanuts and bubble wrap back so they might be re-used.

Ever Notice?

So often, it happens in my life that I set out to do something, then something else comes up, and I forget my original intention. This blog post is a great example.

Other times, I realize that I have a question about my day and want to blog about them, but in the process of blogging, I remember the answer. The answer somehow ruins the post so I discard it entirely. Other times, I save the post as a draft for a while. I have at least 10 drafts saved up here, just waiting for refinement before publishing.

But now, I remembered my thought. Why is the 'o' (oh) key so close to the '0' (zero) key? Couldn't they have put the zero over by the one? I'm not yet a touch typist, and there are many times I need to type something like "Fill out the GO-#### paper and get it back to me". But even when I typed that example, I wrote "G)-####". Sure, I could learn how to type better, but it doesn't cover up the design flaw.

The 80's are Back

They're back in a big big way, on the heads of Spanish men everywhere, if everywhere is within the borders of Spain. While there, I saw lots of boys with rat-tails, men with full out mullets, and even a guy (white) with jerry-(geri?)curls on the metro. One guy in the Cordoba train station had a dreadlock mullet, I'm so not kidding.