floating

i'm three miles off the ground
and not ever coming down.

c'mon up and join me;
i have an extra ticket.

from here we can see forever;
let's start a journey towards it.

:-D

Pot Doughnuts at Starbuck's?

i just noticed the sign on the front display case at the local Starbuck's:

"Top Pot Doughnuts and fresh-brewed coffee. There's perfection in simplicity."

well, i guess the big corporation went Amsterdam on us; good for them!

(no wonder everyone likes going there so much.)

change

cat-sitting at a friend's this week. feel like a different person when i'm here -- out of my element. but it's a good change.

getting some computer chores done; am not used to a high speed connection and not quite sure what all to do with it, except enjoy.

fun hearing poetry & music at HCAM this Saturday ( http://www.hcam.tv/series/poetry.htm ); then lunch & good conversation with another, newer friend at a beautiful spot in the Southborough Open Land parcel near Davis Farm.

ah, people.

Obama verbally fouls himself again

Barack Obama at a closed-door fundraiser (where he presumably thought he wouldn't be quoted) described small town voters: "it's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them . . ."

nice, Barack. at least he's now apologized for those comments.

but he didn't *ever* apologize (that i heard) for his "typical white person" description of his white grandmother. [see my earlier blog entry for the full quote.]

well, maybe i'm a "typical white person" and don't like when people -- especially potential leaders -- disparage me or people i know. maybe Obama should talk to his therapist about why he comes across as such an asshole sometimes. maybe next time he'll be ready for the presidency.

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here's the "bitter .. cling to guns or religion" quote from the Wall Street Journal article 'The Other Obama':

'At an April 6 fund-raiser in San Francisco, this Obama explained to his non-blue-collar donors: "You go into these small towns in Pennsylvania and, like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing's replaced them. And they fell through the Clinton Administration, and the Bush Administration, and each successive Administration has said that somehow these communities are gonna regenerate and they have not. And it's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations." '

and here's a link to that April 14, 2008 article:
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB120813002456911531.html?mod=googlenews_wsj

Don't forget Tuesday!

to honor the recent death of Charlton Heston, tonight i watched my favorite movie with him in it -- 'Soylent Green'.

great film, very 1973; the kind of stuff i grew up on.

but the part comes with Edward G. Robinson 'going home', and the violins in Vivaldi's 'Spring' well up, and i always cry -- every time; doesn't matter that i've seen it fifty times, i always cry.

i guess it's part of what fiction is for: an emotional release.

when you need groceries, don't forget -- Tuesday Is Soylent Green Day!

choosing happiness

can a person *choose* to be (or to become) happy? is it possible?

i didn't used to think so; in fact, i remember disagreeing very strongly (more than ten years ago) with a good friend on that very subject -- that i could simply choose to be more happy. (i guess i thought happiness was something like the slope of a mathematical function -- something derived from an equation.)

but now maybe i've changed my mind. maybe she could see that i had it in me to find happiness from within myself and that it didn't require some false-fairy-tale happy ending.

i've already *had* the happy ending; now i just have to enjoy it (and myself) properly. i choose happiness! whee!