And so we have entered "The New Reality." How much is this going to cost? No matter. News outlets and defense contractors are "making a killing." Invest now if you have any money. Drones, bombs, submarines, warships, aircraft and A.I. Daddy Warbucks surely has.
For the rest of you under the age of 25, there is the hope of being drafted for military service. So I hear. More than half of you are part of the "bro culture," so here's your opportunity. But, you know, maybe they will only draft the other ones.
For those of you who are crossing your fingers for a peaceful solution. . . yea, good luck with that.
The rest of us just become numb to it as long as it is somewhere else. It is like the dull ache of a tooth that is going bad. It doesn't hurt all the time, but you know it is there and will eventually need repair. Not today, though. Maybe next week.
So I cooked up two things yesterday, the photo above which has been sitting in my hard drive for over a decade and little red beans and pork over rice for my mother. I took it to her house where I was able to watch the news.
It wasn't news. It was suppositions and predictions and opinions and lots and lots of commercials. The same commercials again and again and again. How do people do it? All I can glean is that their minds have been altered so that they are comforted by the repetition. I can't see it any other way.
Maybe it was a physical reaction to the world situation, I don't know, but until I went to my mother's out of necessity, I didn't leave the house all day. I meant to. Do you ever have such days, days when you don't do what you think you wish to do? Days when you just sit without music or any other distraction? Just sit and stare? It is a malady of some sort. My guess is that yesterday was just a psychosomatic reaction to what I can't control.
And there I was on the precipice of happiness.
Last night, I took a sleep aid. I went to bed at ten and slept for ten hours. I didn't want to get up this morning. I still feel sleepy. But I must get underway. I must take my mother to a doctor's appointment today and again tomorrow. The framer still hasn't called me back about repairing the floor joist. And I've decided I need a new twenty thousand dollar roof. That would be a bargain price.
Yea, I could go back to bed.
The N.Y. Times has some polling about the 100 best films of the 21st century. Such things. But you can tell much about a person by the films they choose (link). Some of the choices on this list are surprising and others seem predictable. I just decided I could love Pamela Anderson. I hope she didn't just hire someone to make the list for her. But I have forgotten so many movies I've seen, I need to make a list from those lists. "Mulholland Drive" shows up often. I've never really "gotten" that film nor why people like it so. On the other hand, "Force Majuer" shows up more than I would have thought. That was one that has long stuck with me.
There are a lot of "foreign" films on the list. I think in some cases people are just trying to show off.
Kidding.
But not really.
That is all I can muster. Keep your ear to the ground and your eye on the sky. I don't know if that is possible, but I think that is what they say.
Peace ✌️☮️
Fucking hippies. Fucking peaceniks.
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