You know, I’m not overly political. I have an inherent distrust of all politicians and largely see the left and the right as two-sides of the same flawed coin. For me, governments are a necessary evil. If I were to peg myself on the political spectrum, I’d be an anarchist for sure (bring on the zombie apocalypse!). Toning it down just a little, then I can just about see myself as a libertarian.

George Washington was right to warn against a two-party system in his farewell address to the nation he’d served for 20 years. The Union is a mess these days (barely worthy of the title union) with all the polarised partisan politics that has divided the nation along sharp lines. I’m riding on faith that things will sort themselves out eventually. I have to admit though, this is the first time in my life that I’ve had doubts about our ability to recover and that perhaps we have reached the beginning of the end and most go the way all other once-great nations have gone…the rise and fall…

But then someone like Tulsi Gabbard comes along and my faith is restored. I know she doesn’t stand much of chance of getting a seat at the table, but one can hope, and if not this time maybe next time.

Oh and did I mention, she and two of my other favourite people were on a podcast together?

Getting into the world of work in a career you want is a hard slog. We churn kids out of education as if it was still the days of the industrial revolution where they graduated and then went to take their place next to their parents in the factory. Now they step out into a torrential current with no life jacket hoping someone will lend them a helping hand to at least get on them on the bottom rung of the ladder. The trouble is, we release hundreds of thousands of these kids into the workforce at the same time all across the country. It’s like the Hunger Games. Those that have the will and the strength win. Those who don’t, fall behind and their souls die a little every day.

What i can’t understand about American politics right now is why are supposedly smart folks like Steven Calabresi doing everything they can to twist the law to justify the president’s misdeeds? Like why would you twist the 6th Amendment and try and apply it to impeachment proceedings which are a whole other animal. Why are they grasping at straws?

Hey, look, I am not a political dude. Politics is a dirty business, I get that. But there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. And if you do cross them, do the honourable thing and resign, don’t make a mockery of our constitutional government.

And here I am, getting all political again. Sorry about that.

All of the members of the original Alice Cooper band were on the same cross country team in high school.

Dolphins give themselves individual names.

I’m sitting here floating on this rock. There are a lot of people out there floating on this rock. Mostly we bumped into each other politely and no more is said. Occasionally we collide into each other hard enough to leave an imprint that scorches each other’s soul. The flame consumes us until it burns out and we are left to ashes hoping like the phoenix to rise again. Rise again you say. But some times I don’t feel like rising again. I want to lay down in the ashes until my body grows cold. And then something happens. A light. A spark. A flame. And out of the flame, I rise again.

In 1938 L.A. Kindergarten teacher Helen Hulick went to jail for wearing pants in a courtroom. When I read shit like that, it reminds me of just how ignorant we can be. She was 28 and was meant to be in court to testify against a couple of dudes. The judge ordered her to leave and come back to court in a dress. She refused. So the judge threw her in jail. Crazy isn’t it?! Goes to show you what it means to have no power and that no matter how rational we think we are, we’re nothing more than a bunch of smart apes!

But we are making process though, and for that, I am grateful.

I’ve decided to blow up my blog theme again and try something new. Actually I’ve had this theme for a while, just never used it. I’m undecided as to whether to do full blog post on the page format or some variation of the grid style blog or the read more style. The advantage I think the full blog post has is it, if done right, draws the reader into to the post, plus if you’re into the ‘time on site’ metric, people have to scroll further and further down to see more posts, which equals more time on site. Disadvantage – if the current post doesn’t capture the reader’s attention, they probably will bounce and go onto something else.

Enter the grid style blog.

The advantage here is the reader can quickly scan the front page until something catches their eyes, then they read a little bit and if the opening is compelling enough, they’ll click through and read the rest. Disadvantage is the title and opening paragraph is all they read, they never click onto the read more to discover what else you have to say.

I also think I need to assemble my web self together in one spot or at least to have this site to act as journal/portal.

Ok, so with that I mind, be aware that I’ll be tinkering around with the design over the next fews days, possibly into next week as I am about to go into heavy consulting mode over the next couple of days and then I’m off camping for a few days.

Confession. I’ve been feeling a little existential angst over the past few days, which tends to happen some times when I’ve been reading heavy stuff. I finished Rimbaud’s A Season in Hell and his Illuminations. Season in Hell in particular made me question my own existence. What really made Rimbaud walk away from a promising literary career? A Season in Hell seems to suggest Rimbaud, having produced his greatest work, realised it was all a shame – art, poetry and the like, and so walked away from it all to be a trader and an arms dealer in Africa. After A Season in Hell he never wrote another word again.

The stuff going down in Charlottesville didn’t help either. It’s like we’re going backwards. Our chief leader, not immediately taking a stance against such behaviour, made it worse. 48 hours and much media pressure finally got Trump to call out the evil by name. I know he’s a massive showman, but this isn’t a television series. We don’t want to be entertained, we want to be led.

What little faith I had in the system is now gone.

Sorry I digress. We were talking about portals and poetry.

I worked on this today:


I’m not used to fear, it messes up my day. I was taught
to be fear-some and fear-less, never let them see you
sweat, I was told.

I was a blind fanatic at best. My nerves, tempered steel.
Then I tasted fear for the first time, it was bitter and
not at all pleasant.

The sensation – knots in the stomach, anxiety and dread –
came all at once, the moment I felt I had something to lose.
Where once I treated life as a casual affair,

I now hang on in earnest, a slave to my own excesses.
Dull are my senses, factory numb. Only morphine,
masturbation and rum can revive me.

Barricaded behind the four corners of my house,
I pray for Saint Peter to lift me up. Or maybe
the Buddha can unbind me.

I must eliminate myself from this monastic place.
Let go without giving up.

And now off to watch some Thrones. The buzz on the Internet today tells me it’s a great episode!