Archive | January, 2011

So long and thanks for all the cheese

10 Jan

So long and thanks for all the cheese*
So sad I came with fleas
I tried to warn you all but oh dear?

We may not share our sense of space
which may explain our fraught interface
and all the miscommunication that
t’was abounding

So long, so long and thanks
for all the cheese

To bad it’s come to this
Sorry but I‘ve lost my bliss
There’s no point me in expounding

All’s not as it seem
To sleep, perchance to dream
I feel like I have barely started

So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long

So long, so long and thanks
for all the cheese

Sometimes joy, much despair
I need to get away from there
The past is done; it cannot change
Now for the sophists to rearrange

Bye one and all
Man and animal
Will anyone even notice?

So long so long, so long so long, so long so long, so long so long
So long so long, so long so long, so long so long, so long so long
So long so long and thanks for all the cheese!

*to the tune of  “So long and thanks for all the fish


Death of a Congress Woman

8 Jan

Gabrielle Giffords

A loving father has lost his daughter, a husband his wife – his companion, and the children their mother – the heart bleeds.

But also sad, is how in the acuteness of the pain, we let our baser instinct forth – the need for a villain, the personal animosities, the mob behavior. How we grab the bloodied rag as our banner of righteousness to wave and proclaim our just cause.

It is God’s will.

Palin’s bull-eyes brought to fruition

A treasonous Democrat – anti-immigrant, voted against Pelosi

All of these sentiments and worse I have personally seen. Is there any truth? Is this a case where part of the fact misleads the whole? I reminded of the story of the blind men and the elephant.

I recall a rule about current events called the 48-hour rule.  The premise is that much of the information that comes out early is just wrong. WAIT.

Take a step back – then back again and a deep breathe. All is not as it seems. Let the bloody flag lay.

If you know me, you may think, “What a fucking hypocrite.”  As a person, I am not without my flaw. HA! What an understatement. Well, I try to learn even if the lessons do not take.

From what little I have seen Jared Lee Loughner, the assassin, is a paranoid schizophrenic with anti-government delusions: (Ever noticed how assassin have 3 names?)

In the end this is all that is certain:

A loving father has lost his daughter, a husband his wife – his companion, and the children their mother.

Addendum: As I write this Gabrielle Giffords appears to be hanging on to life – good new. (Ah – that which I knew for certain, is not.) Unfortunately, others have lost theirs in the mayhem.

WTF kitty

7 Jan


6 Jan

What is a friend?

That seems like a simple enough of a question. Then why am I having such problems with it? Well the problem is not so much that I do not know what a friend is, but I appear not to categorize them correctly. I have friends who I have known for decades that I don’t interact with as much as I would like too, but that I believe I could depend on. If I needed a place to stay, and I could get there, they would not turn me away; I could stay weeks, longer if need be –if I were a good guest. I am certain of them, but they are removed by time and distance.

Other types:

Situational friends

Friends at work, with whom I talk, converse, share meals, but never interact with outside of the work environment. There are lots of reasons and excuses, live too far away, too little time, other commitments. These I know would be sympathetic to a plight, but how far would they go to intervene? How much effort would they make?

General friends

They run the spectrum from people I enjoy interacting with but I have no emotional connection, like someone you vaguely know and joke with; to those whom I have confided in or trusted. WOW! That last one was a real mistake.  I am incapable of determining who is valid and who is just reciting the words. I also fail to see me as others see me.  I want a certain response from others but it is like hitting a bad note while playing the piano, obvious from the results but not anticipated. I have to keep banging at the piano until the frowns disappear – but often that is too late.

One I thought was real regarded me as a mere acquaintance. An annoying one at that but her self-imposed duty to be kind precluded being forthright. As that song goes sometimes it is cruel to be kind. It ended on an ironic note: ‘I really worry about you. Now go away and never try to contact me again – forever!’ seems contradictory. Obviously there is more just than that contributing to my confusion. ‘We need peace, understanding, communicating – but you, go away. I am not interested in your story.’

Advise from another, ‘You are too blunt, people like subtlety.’ That sounds useful.

To another, a subtle expression of pain, totally oblivious, twice! A case of we see what we want to see with me being too subtle or was her reaction intentional? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? The world may never know.

Chastised while being told she does not chastise. Another thing I don’t get and I mean this as it may be out there and I am not seeing it, “all that we shared?” What do I really know about you? That phrase, but not just that one, is like shards tearing at my viscera when I move – I dare not move. What have I missed again? Where I sit, the exchange is unbalanced. I all but bled, you told me some, but they seemed relatively minor to mine. Did I look upon your megaliths and see only pebbles? Then my blindness is on par. Is there a difference? I think there is but I do not know anything for certain. I think the difference is I am constantly reminded of my blindness and I continually believe a friendship is at a different level than it really is, or – those who professes friendship to me are as blind as I, but don’t know it.

I thought certain friendships meant I could let down my guard, reveal my inner pain with its ugliness without being harshly judged – again, I was mistaken.


Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty.  ~Sicilian Proverb

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.  ~William Blake

Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait for the answer.  ~Author Unknown