FREEDOM from 2007, that is. My, what a strange rabbit hole it's been. Falling and falling and...
????
Well, I can't seem to find the right words, so I'll borrow my dear friend Don's. He's a cat breeder, former dancer, and one-time photographer of all the ballet greats. I purchased a picture of my beloved Gelsey from him, but really? We bonded over cats. He's now an ambassador to Cat Fancy Magazine since he shows 2 of his little fuzzers and they've won some ribbons!
Here's his words of wisdom.
New Year’s Greeting To all of you:
I hope each of you had a grand holiday season in 2007. And I sincerely hope that the past year was filled with some joy, some laughter, and some memorable milestones in your lives. But how about this New Year, 2008? I don't intend to make any real resolutions.
What I do intend to do is try to keep a positive attitude and take the good and the bad as it comes, making the best of it if it is bad and giving thanks for it if it is good. One of the things I am thankful for is good friends, people like you, who have enriched my life by just being who you are.
My take on the new year is: Happiness is too many things these days for anyone to wish it on anyone else lightly; and therefore I cautiously bid you to pursue it. What I wish for you is fulfillment, contentment, satisfaction with yourself, and respect for yourself and others. I wish for you health in so far as it is possible forany of us at this point in our lives. And I wish that we can all get together sometime during 2008 if just to say hello to each other one more time.
Here are some quotes, cynical and sometimes funny:
Anonymous --- Many people look forward to the New Year for a new start on
old habits.
Mark Twain --- New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular
use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, friendly calls,
and humbug resolutions. Twain also said --- New Year’s Day now is the accepted time to make your
regular annual resolutions. Next week you can begin paving the road to hell
with them as usual.
Bill Vaughan --- Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year’s
Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to. Old age is when you don't even
bother to.
Eric Zorn --- Making resolutions is a cleansing ritual of self assessment
and repentance that demands personal honesty and, ultimately, reinforces
humility. Breaking them is part of the cycle.
Oprah Winfrey --- Cheers to a New Year and another chance for us to get it
right.
Better words have never been spoken. Thanks Don! And to the 15 or so readers of this very silly blog. The calendars have already been changed. Woo hoo!!!
See ya tomor....see ya in '08!
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Perseverance
Hope Never Disappears
Yes, it's by an AP writer. But too good not to mention.
You can't kill hope. Even if it's three feet tall sitting in the back of a room.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
???
Well, 20 years ago today, I saw Anthrax in concert. Don't ask me why I remember this. 10 years ago today, I was working two jobs and trying to hold up a very strange relationship. This year? I'm sitting here wondering about The Point of It All.
Watching "Sicko" yesterday made me wonder just how bad things are going to get for me. I am in the Insomniac Circle again, anxiety bolting me out of bed to walk around my apartment, heart racing. Or, I get up like I did eight hours ago to do the dishes. I am beginning to associate the hours of 3 and 4 am with two things: sorting recycling or doing dishes. It's either dust on my hands or the scent of Palmolive suds. I am now covered by Medicaid, which is truly the ninth circle of hell. Managed care will be the death of this country and everyone in it. I know now that I am a problem to be cast aside just as much as the people in this very disturbing documentary. The rich can be healthy. The rest of us? Offal, garbage, useless sheep sent off to slaughter.
I am temporarily giving up endless hours on Monster and careerbuilder because 1) no one's scheduling interviews --believe me, I've asked; and 2) it's Christmas. I shouldn't have to be terrified and disgusted every minute of every day during a happy holiday season.
Also, I am taking a break from seeing Mother this year. She won't be coming up and I won't be flying down. It's too expensive, and the cost of oil drove up airplane fares this year. It's a luxury and a non-reality. Plus, another year of her re-arranging my apartment behind my back and I truly will have a psychotic break. (I'm about a month away from that now.)
In deference to my allergies and my ever-aching back, I am having no tree this year. I had no tree in 1999 and 2000 due to 2E, the smallest dump I ever lived in, and I'm taking a time-out-tree-break this year as well. I will decorate my windows and door. That's always been fun. I'm not sure about sending out cards since I didn't find any I liked. I even searched the 99 cent stores and saw nothing. Feh.
If 2007 is any indication of how the universe works, then what comes down must go back up. I've watched massive freak-outs from celebrities: deaths, drug overdoses, crashed SUVs, jail time, break-ups, separations, ignored newborns, gossip, crap, and reputations on the line. It's a fine time for exile if ever I saw it.
There is also the realization that I probably won't see the salary I deserve. I am one of millions. Corporate America is on its way to becoming the biggest Fascist Front since Mussolini and Hitler positioned themselves as evil threats. I am letting go of the fantasy that I will ever become a homeowner or have anything worthy to my name. My family did not come from wealth and I won't inherit anything. I have my own debt to care of, which will most likely climb exponentially when the new credit rates go into effect next month. When the economy crashes, Hillary or Obama will have to take care of it. Communist China, whose Olympics I will be boycotting, will soon own us. I see No Exit in front of me. I have resigned myself to just this: LOSS.
My fight is dying. I am tired of carrying around disappointment, anger, and bewilderment. I'm going to put on my headphones and play Christmas carols while walking through my neighborhood, looking at decorated houses. Perhaps Frosty and Rudolph can cheer me up.
I don't know what else will.
Watching "Sicko" yesterday made me wonder just how bad things are going to get for me. I am in the Insomniac Circle again, anxiety bolting me out of bed to walk around my apartment, heart racing. Or, I get up like I did eight hours ago to do the dishes. I am beginning to associate the hours of 3 and 4 am with two things: sorting recycling or doing dishes. It's either dust on my hands or the scent of Palmolive suds. I am now covered by Medicaid, which is truly the ninth circle of hell. Managed care will be the death of this country and everyone in it. I know now that I am a problem to be cast aside just as much as the people in this very disturbing documentary. The rich can be healthy. The rest of us? Offal, garbage, useless sheep sent off to slaughter.
I am temporarily giving up endless hours on Monster and careerbuilder because 1) no one's scheduling interviews --believe me, I've asked; and 2) it's Christmas. I shouldn't have to be terrified and disgusted every minute of every day during a happy holiday season.
Also, I am taking a break from seeing Mother this year. She won't be coming up and I won't be flying down. It's too expensive, and the cost of oil drove up airplane fares this year. It's a luxury and a non-reality. Plus, another year of her re-arranging my apartment behind my back and I truly will have a psychotic break. (I'm about a month away from that now.)
In deference to my allergies and my ever-aching back, I am having no tree this year. I had no tree in 1999 and 2000 due to 2E, the smallest dump I ever lived in, and I'm taking a time-out-tree-break this year as well. I will decorate my windows and door. That's always been fun. I'm not sure about sending out cards since I didn't find any I liked. I even searched the 99 cent stores and saw nothing. Feh.
If 2007 is any indication of how the universe works, then what comes down must go back up. I've watched massive freak-outs from celebrities: deaths, drug overdoses, crashed SUVs, jail time, break-ups, separations, ignored newborns, gossip, crap, and reputations on the line. It's a fine time for exile if ever I saw it.
There is also the realization that I probably won't see the salary I deserve. I am one of millions. Corporate America is on its way to becoming the biggest Fascist Front since Mussolini and Hitler positioned themselves as evil threats. I am letting go of the fantasy that I will ever become a homeowner or have anything worthy to my name. My family did not come from wealth and I won't inherit anything. I have my own debt to care of, which will most likely climb exponentially when the new credit rates go into effect next month. When the economy crashes, Hillary or Obama will have to take care of it. Communist China, whose Olympics I will be boycotting, will soon own us. I see No Exit in front of me. I have resigned myself to just this: LOSS.
My fight is dying. I am tired of carrying around disappointment, anger, and bewilderment. I'm going to put on my headphones and play Christmas carols while walking through my neighborhood, looking at decorated houses. Perhaps Frosty and Rudolph can cheer me up.
I don't know what else will.
Monday, December 3, 2007
An Alternative to His Name We Abuse
Meg, Kjou, Sheryl....same mission, nothing to do with THAT place. Thanks, Kathy Griffin, for supporting this on your site!
www.angelfood.org
Feed Those In Need!
Project Angel Food--sorry for iffy link, my blog keeps "eating" it.
Looks like their financials are a bit better, too. Good to know!
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