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2001-07-09 || 10:03 p.m. I don't know why, but I feel this unstoppable urge to bore you to tears... Yesterday, my damned fall coat did not get finished. Wednesday, Da and the Wicked Stepmum are off to England for a month. They are fortunate. I wish I was going with them. I need to leave soon. Maman and Sister bought a house about four hours ago. They move in on 01 September. I wish I was in a position to do the same. Um, apparently I get a darkroom out of this, so I ain't complaining. Now I just have to learn how to *use* one... Best Friend and an old friend of ours are watching a George Carlin video. I have no interest in walking in and watching, though I couldn't tell you why. I want to go away. Work is stressful. I had a long, uncomfortable meeting with one of the bosses to-day about stuff I cannot go into because of my NDA. But trust me, I want to go away. ********** When I got home, I shed clothes every step of the way to my bed-room, then padded to the shower. The humidity was really up to-day, though the actual temperature wasn't bad. Of course, I'd forgotten my pumps at home, so I took it as easy as possible... Later, I smelled the rain before I even saw a drop, then stood in the solarium and looked out as it fell. Of course, I had to go out into it. Each drop felt like a kiss from Freyja Herself, but it stopped too soon, and I got all sweaty again. Dammit. It was sweaty and hellish in the Great White North to-day... ********* IMing with Mystie, she pointed me to a convo about America: loving it; hating it; and okay, which countries are better if you don't goddamn like it? Someone said Denmark. Someone else asked 'and why is denmark so much better, legs? aren't they socialist? socialism is a disaster waiting to happen.' First of all, that's goddamned bull, second, it reminded me of this quote form the July 1998 National Geographic: 'The entire country is a little smaller than Lake Michigan, and if it were slipped in there, between Wisconsin and Michigan, it would not be such a bad fit, culturally. The same dark humor (sic) prevails as in the midwest, the same stoicism and gentility. It would be a shock to land in a Great Lake, but the Danes would study the situation and work out the best deal they could, keeping their queen and their flag, their chirpy language, their generaous health and unemployment benefits, their 37-hour work week, their five weeks of annual vacation plus assrted holidays, their nine political parties... They might ban the so-called Danish pastry (too gooey). They would make fun of everything American and lambaste our foreign policy. They would see themselves, in every way, as the beautiful swan trapped in the realm of ducks.' It made me laugh when I read that the first time, sitting all safe and confident in the country that was still, at that point, #1. I have come to want major changes in my country, though; a process that had already started when I read that article. There is a lot of work to be done in this country, a lot of hurt to heal, a lot of programme to re-juvenate, a lot of work to be done. We have fallen a loooong way from being even close to on par with the Danish, and it would be a hard-arsed haul to bring us back to some dignity. As for Denmark I would move there in a second, if given the chance. Well, if given a couple of years to learn Danish, as well... ...and I hope she's willing to come along :-) ********** I got some pictures back to-day. I can't wait to look through them. |
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shite One last little note... - 09.21.2006 de-stressing, biking and terrorism - 06.06.2006 Mildly stressed... - 05.29.2006 More crime stupidity - 05.28.2006 Scary stuff - 05.25.2006
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