who knows where this is going? not me, that's for sure

For the longest time, I thought I was uninspired to update this here blog-a-migiggy because I was basically uninspired. And I still think there is something to that. Since then, a whole bunch of things have happened that are blog-worthy to say the least. But the simple fact is that as amusing as Shotgun Cheney jokes are, that old, rich, white, guy is not nearly as important as the thousands of young, diverse racial and financial women and men whose deaths and dismemberments Cheney is partly responsible for. John Stewart and Steven Colbert are funny and all, but they’re bleeding this one a bit dry: Dick Cheney is one of many people who have taken actions to make death more prominent than it needs be; the less I have to look at his smug face the better.

Now that I’m past that bit of ugliness, on to more happy musings…

I went to Dallas for the first time: and contrary to what I’ve been told, it was a good time. I spent the bulk of my time lost, and driving past, around, and past again every location I wanted to find—but that was the type of light hearted, random silliness that makes a vacation successful. A good long nap in the afternoon, effectively wasting the day on purpose, followed by making very good use of the clear nighttime is at the very least an underrated formula for sight seeing. We did make it to The Sixth Floor Museum which is where all the artifacts pertaining to the JFK assassination are kept. And it overlooks the scene from the film. We made it an hour before closing time, so we were unable to dwell for too long and become bummed out on what appears to be a colossal bummer. We hit some of the local color, drank some of the local color, and some of the foreign scotch, and all in all had a very low key yet still kick ass time.

Midterms are this week, all mine are on Thursday and Friday; I’ve been studying Logic for the last while, but still feel very illogical. I have the sinking feeling that I’m on the crest of a multitude of bad decisions. I don’t know if I’m about to start, or have already begun, or am smack in the middle of a bad decision making shit storm—I’m a bit disconnected these days. Kind of drifting, foggy, adjective, adjective, simile, adjective… I was sick, so I went to the doctor; he gave me pills, now my stomach hurts. Counter productive if you ask me; I would ask someone else; my answers are vague and loaded these days. Maybe it’s the reading: communist manifesto. Talk about a good way to mistrust and dislike the world around you…man I’ll tell you what, with all the hippies that adopted a more socialist view point about sharing and working together for the good of all who are working, the violence inherent in communism can be lost. I always looked at communism through the lens of civil rights, more specifically the American civil rights movement of the sixties. Non-violent protest, that sort of revolution. Marx and Engels are for the violent, physical destruction of the bourgeoisie. The more I read the manifesto, the more I feel like they are asking us to practice the same hateful actions that their enemies espouse and carry on. Such is life I guess: just when you think you found something to get behind, it turns out that a German philosopher and politico revolutionary might not be the best choice.

Its election time here in Texas. They elect their judges here, and although I believe in voting, all the candidates seem to be republicans with “the conservative values that we need!” in order for the locals to feel safe from all of us “questionable” students who are learning and supporting the local economy—and some how simultaneously making all the locals’ lives suck. We can keep their businesses flourishing, and we can generate tax revenue, and we can provide growth from maybe the largest supplier of work (the University), but if more than five of us are in a room, then we must be a nuisance. Some things never change.