The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.
~ Bertrand Russell ~
I have said it before and I’ll say it again: FoxNews and CNN never fail to disappoint me. In my view, neither of the two “news” organizations meet any reasonable standards as unbiased sources of meaningful information. When I scanned their websites this morning, their presentations of “news” screamed bigotry; one from the chauvinistic left and one from the narrow-minded far right. Neither is a reliable source of clean, clear, unprejudiced information. As such, I advise anyone who will listen to be wary of anything the two warring propaganda machines produce or distribute. If the two offered descriptions of a puppy, I would be extremely cautious of accepting either’s characterization. One might describe a soft, cuddly creature suitable as a companion to a newborn baby, while the other depicts a vicious, violent, dangerous, bloodthirsty beast that is hungry for babies’ blood. My experience with news organizations—even “reliable” ones—has left me skeptical and mistrustful. I do not like to be doubtful about what I hear from so-called dependable sources of news, but neither do I like to be manipulated into believing stories shaped by partisan apostles and their bigoted handlers. Skimming this morning’s “news” was a mistake; I am no better informed than before I read the polemics, but I am substantially more agitated.
Rioting is a childish way of trying to be a man, but it takes time to rise out of the hell of hatred and frustration and accept that to be a man you don’t have to riot.
~ Abraham Maslow ~
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If one is to believe the weather report I saw a few minutes ago, this morning’s clouds and rain showers will give way to a brighter, sunnier afternoon. I hope the meteorologists who prepared the forecast are more reliable and less prone to intentionally misleading their audiences than the two news organizations I castigated in the rant above. I do not mind forecasts that turn out to have been unintentionally wrong, I would be furious, though, if I thought the forecaster purposely misled me into believing I should expect warm and sunny weather for my cross-country drive when he knew an icy storm would make travel dangerous and potentially deadly.
Chill, John. I just lit a cone of patchouli incense. I will let the aroma combine with my purposeful decompression to smooth my mood. I interrupted my volcanic mood by checking my blood pressure; 96/59, an indication, perhaps, my efforts to chill may have been successful. Though, in reality, I doubt blood pressure is a reliable indicator of one’s state of mind.
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Once again, I had a dream that combined experiences from different phases of my past employment experiences. The people and places were real, but they were out of sequence and location. Yet I seemed to know that the experience was present-day, although I knew it was not in the proper place nor in the proper order. I will not remember the dream without writing down what I remember at this moment, but what I remember now is so complex and confusing that I could not hope to document it in a way that would make any sense. So I will let my memories of the dream slip away into the ether. Certain elements were troubling, so it’s probably best to let it dissolve. Otherwise, I might obsess over what is probably a meaningless, chaotic set of misfiring synapses. On one hand, I think dreams have no meaning whatsoever, but on the other I think they may represent unresolved emotional experiences that plague the unconscious. How’s that for conflict?
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An hour and a half has passed since I woke, late, this morning. Time remains in compressed mode. It is impossible to believe so much time has passed since I woke, but I know it has. I remember this morning, so far, but it seems to have flown by at the speed of light. Yet it also seems to have slowed almost to the speed of cold molasses flowing across a sheet of ice. I will end, here, this attempt at thinking with my fingers. More coffee, please. And something flavorful to satisfy my hunger.
