The Spice Must Flow
Although itz true that at times my reality may be too flexible, thereby engendering some pretty wack fantasies, i still maintain itz possible that the universe sends secret messages to me, personally. Not the full-on 'voices in the head' kind of messages, or the 'zucchini shaped like jesus' kind of messages, of course. No - my pings from the ether-werdly-verse tend to arrive more fnord-like in a series of seeming-synchronicities, and are typically delivered via a multiplicity of channels (not just the TV! i swear!)... But itz a difficultly kabbalistic relationship to describe, so i've given up trying, much in the vein of Cassandra, so you're on your own with respect to the validity of my interpretations.
Anyway, of late, suffice it to say that i've been picking up an increase in "chatter" from the universe... Can't quite make out all the interstices, but it started last nite around midnite when the power failed in a portion of my house. The portion that powers the a/c, as a matter of fact... So i put off some wknd travel plans i had, b/c i didn't want to leave el gato sweltering, and peter wouldn't be able to get time to troubleshoot it until late today. El gato and i spent the nite in the living room with the windows open, fighting for the sweet spot in front of the fan (and let me tell you - you really begin to notice just how frikkin big he is when he's blocking the fan...).
Whenever the power goes out, I always like to think back to the blackout a couple yrs ago, you know, to get a sense of comparison on the scale of "suckage". Itz not like the great North Am blackout of 2003 was any kind of horrifying experience for me or anything - it wasn't - but it did set the standard in terms of discomfort and inconvenience. Something more, though - ever since , i find i can't help but reflect upon the state of critical infrastructure everytime the power goes out.
In truth, last night's power crisis was hardly a blip on the inconvenience radar really. But still, there i was, thinking about all the out-dated hard and software that our current civilization teeters precariously on top of. And I have to say that i noticed not only a depressing lack of progress on some fundamental issues, but also a general state of disrepair that could be considered disheartening if you are one of those entrenched in the notion that humanity is fitted to survive another millenium. Which i am not, necessarily - i don't personally have a dog in that fight.
And besides, i still had television, internet and cold beer last nite, so i wasn't going all chicken little on it or anything. The closest i got to paranoid neurotic obsession was to look up all my old peak oil bookmarks, mostly to see if they were still there, but i quickly returned myself to more pressing activities such as watching the entirety of Season 1 of The Sheild (for the second time), while reading about CRM and SOX and searching for wine blogs...
This afternoon, peter broke out the voltmeter and tracked down the source of intermittence to an outlet that i'd somehow offended into overload with a glade plug-in air freshener thatz been there so long - i estimate about 3 years - that itz little smell-i-good innards are all dried up, withered (and slightly burnt...) little bitz o'rock. As he was finishing up, we got to talking about electricity and prices and whatnot, and ended up talking about the bush energy cartel.
Afterwards, sitting in the cool a/c and working on some emails, i came to the conclusion that with a long view, some careful planning and investments, there's got to be a way to make this work for me. I mean, itz possible therez only 100 yrs of our current glam lascivious lifestyle left in the tank - and you could probably shave off a few decades from that in terms of discomfort and inconvenience, if you count certain other leading indicators of geo-thermal performance. Certainly that means that between now and the time i am 60, there should be a plethora of opportunities to make some sort of a buck.... i'm not talking about putting money into a hydrogen car or anything silly like alternative energy development - hell no... you wanna make the real dollas, you gotta sniff out potential panic...
Those were my idle musings earlier when i happened upon Dune on the sci-fi channel. And well, see, that pretty much confirmed for me that the universe has been trying to hip me to something... so i appealed then to the oracular nature of the internets, and found me a couple interesting things googling. Yeah, i agree - the connexions are all still a little vague, but...
Of course, even i did have it all figured out exactly, i still wouldnt know what i am supposed to do about it yet... or where i'd get a giant sandworm, anyway....
I'll keep you posted.
Psycho Love Collection
No one ever said love relationships were easy. And therez not a single person out there who hasn't at least once found themselves wondering how the hell something that once was so right turned into the awful mess you were left with. Everyone has bad thoughts and the urge to act out under those circumstances... and itz not necessarily shameful if you at least once entertained slashing Bobby P's tires after he broke up with you for that ho Becky, or even if you instead spray painted 'bobby has VD' on the high school school gym wall. Because even if you spent weeks thereafter writing menacingly vengeful cryptic diatribes in your diary... at some point afterwards, you chilled out, grew up, adjusted and realized that it was all for the better.
Such difficult experiences are all part of being human, and each person has to chart their own path of growth through relationships - but in general, healthy individuals eventually move beyond their insecurities and start to really enjoy other people for who they are and cherish the resulting intimacy and trust they have in their lives.
But sadly, not everyone always manages to evolve. And although my heart goes out to such socially-stunted primates, i find their stories are useful as a lesson to the rest of us. Thus LGP has begun collecting these tales of inappropriately channeled affection and will be bringing them to your attention periodically.
Welcome then, dear reader, to the first installment of LGP's "Psycho Love Collection". Live, learn, get over it:
The Most Offensive Thing Evah
and i am in love.... after many years of almost and near misses, Showtime gets it right....
"Excuse me for trying to bring a thing of beauty into an ugly world..."
Laptop Returned!
The individual who found my laptop tracked me down and conscientiously returned my laptop, entire, intact. So, yes, this is pretty damn uncommon for New York City - or any city for that matter - but probably most especially New York City. I am soooooooooo frikkin lucky. I should buy lotto.
To the Nameless Individual Who Currently Possesses My Laptop
I know you will see this, as LGP is the homepage for any and all browsers loaded on my beloved purloined Dell X300. And I am not sure why, nearly 12 hours after you found it in the backseat of a yello cab, you have yet to give it to the NY Taxi & Limosine commission lost and found and/or the NYPD Lost and Found. All parties at those places are on the lookout for it.
I can only guess that you are rather more conscientious than even that and (knowing my name and address from the magazines in the laptop case) - feel duty bound to return it in person, just to be sure that it gets to me.
Please email me at pwylla [at] gmail.com to make arrangements. (Of course we can discuss a reward for itz safe return).