As always...
... Bob Cesca puts it so succinctly. In his latest blog post at the Huffington Post, he says, in part:
"'Reality,' as Stephen Colbert says, 'has a well-known liberal bias.' If the reality is that the Republicans are hypocritical fear mongering homophobes, and yet a big pile of them are caught rolling out of the closet at Jack Abramoff's house -- tweaking from the meth, and suffering from priapism after the Boner Cruise to Sex-tourism Island -- then that's the news. That's the reality. Mentioning a Democratic senator who is gay or another who took lobbyist cash doesn't offer balance, it offers non-sequitur irrelevance..." (read the whole post at the above Bob Cesca link.)
In other news...
The inimitable M. Christian has a new novel out with Alyson Books:
"...a surreal, humorous and horrifying novel of identity and existence."
Me2
On the personal front...
Life continues to be swell. Well, except for a death in my extended family, that is. That's never something one would call "swell." But in my own personal, self-involved, no-one-else-exists-in-the-world-but-me world, things are still swell.
Love Story is almost over. I couldn't bring myself to watch too much of it this morning because it was "hitting a nerve," as they say. A huge nerve. A people-dying-that-you-love-more-than-life-itself nerve. So I turned off the TV, sat in the dark with Fluffy curled in my arms and purring, and I made a super-human effort to not go backwards. To not linger in the past. To just move forward and stop being sidelined by these unanswerable questions, like, "What the heck is life?" I certainly don't know. But you've gotta keep your eye on the gifts and celebrate them for what they are, and not waste time wishing they were something else.
For me, anyway, it's a constant balancing act. Keep focused on the things that make me feel productive 110% of the time, otherwise, I lose my footing and go careening into the past where almost everything sucked hugely. It's a little like Tree Pose in yoga; the absolute minute you lose your concentration, the whole pose falls apart. I hate that.
Okay! A few more emails to answer and then I'll be squared, at least for another week. But keep those cards and letters coming, gang. I know I am a little slow in replying, but I do at least read them & love receiving them (unless, of course, you have a bone to pick with me...). Have a great Thursday, wherever you are. Thanks for visiting!
"'Reality,' as Stephen Colbert says, 'has a well-known liberal bias.' If the reality is that the Republicans are hypocritical fear mongering homophobes, and yet a big pile of them are caught rolling out of the closet at Jack Abramoff's house -- tweaking from the meth, and suffering from priapism after the Boner Cruise to Sex-tourism Island -- then that's the news. That's the reality. Mentioning a Democratic senator who is gay or another who took lobbyist cash doesn't offer balance, it offers non-sequitur irrelevance..." (read the whole post at the above Bob Cesca link.)
In other news...
The inimitable M. Christian has a new novel out with Alyson Books:
"...a surreal, humorous and horrifying novel of identity and existence."
Me2
On the personal front...
Life continues to be swell. Well, except for a death in my extended family, that is. That's never something one would call "swell." But in my own personal, self-involved, no-one-else-exists-in-the-world-but-me world, things are still swell.
Love Story is almost over. I couldn't bring myself to watch too much of it this morning because it was "hitting a nerve," as they say. A huge nerve. A people-dying-that-you-love-more-than-life-itself nerve. So I turned off the TV, sat in the dark with Fluffy curled in my arms and purring, and I made a super-human effort to not go backwards. To not linger in the past. To just move forward and stop being sidelined by these unanswerable questions, like, "What the heck is life?" I certainly don't know. But you've gotta keep your eye on the gifts and celebrate them for what they are, and not waste time wishing they were something else.
For me, anyway, it's a constant balancing act. Keep focused on the things that make me feel productive 110% of the time, otherwise, I lose my footing and go careening into the past where almost everything sucked hugely. It's a little like Tree Pose in yoga; the absolute minute you lose your concentration, the whole pose falls apart. I hate that.
Okay! A few more emails to answer and then I'll be squared, at least for another week. But keep those cards and letters coming, gang. I know I am a little slow in replying, but I do at least read them & love receiving them (unless, of course, you have a bone to pick with me...). Have a great Thursday, wherever you are. Thanks for visiting!
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