And dust and dirt

Gluttony can take on so many meanings, not all having any relationship to food, though the obvious aspects of over indulgence, often appear in the realm of ingesting.
There is something about the nature of our world today, the too much never being sufficient, the portion size and last but not least the attention hogging. It all comes with a level of desperation that eclipses what I've known in my time.
As the elections loom I wrote a letter to the Plain Dealer in hopes of publication for perhaps, a reminder of rational thinking and memory past last night's episode of Man vs. Food; alas, they didn't publish it. I imagine, in their minds, as I've written a few, that I'm one of those annoying crazy ladies that tries to spread my hippylibsocialistmumbojumbo. Fine then, whatever, have at it.

With the ever important mid-term elections looming, an article about he media's lack of interest int he recent release of 400,000 thousand documents by WikiLeaks describing the atrocities, mismanagement and waste in Iraq, struck me as ridiculous, as the premise for that disinterest was that the American people weren't worried about that anymore, they were much more involved in the outcome of the elections. As far as most of us should be concerned, the trillions of dollars that should have gone into this country, were used erroneously and carelessly as millions of us suffered with loss of jobs, recession and eight years of neglect, mostly, if not all, brought on by republicans and the like minded individuals who convinced our citizens that there was a reason to invade a country, kill it's populous and destroy the lives of thousands of American soldiers and their families. Without a doubt, the most important thing voters should be considering at this time, is what this country really needs. It's basic; common sense, civic concern, and perspective.

It's coming on

Eamon and I had the full on, east side cinematheque Mama Santa's experience last night.
The last time we went together to that local was when they showed the pilot to Twin Peaks to a full house plus one very pregnant me. The undertaking hasn't changed much, but for two items; the first is that though the movie was a remarkable one, Valhalla Rising, there was a sparse crowd for a Friday night, and second, I had expected to see sort of a varied crowd, that was part of the anticipation of going. There were a few couples under 30 and the rest were people our age, sort of straggly and mostly male.
The movie was everything I'd been hoping for. I'd seen a still about six months ago, an image sometimes is all I need to know that there is going to be something momentous. It lived up to those expectations quietly, methodically and with a serious amount of intensity. The food at the restaurant was as mediocre as I remember, but that's not why we go . It was 23 years ago this week that Eamon and I had our first date. It wasn't there, but it might as well have been, it's an institution, slightly older than my own.

Where people cling to light

In that I work at the library, I have many a story to tell. It can either be about the feelings regarding administrative initiatives or in reference to the huddled masses that pass through our doors.
Last night the mass of skewed nerve endings, questionable brain chemistry and physical disabilities all converged on my and my overtired and poorly trained coworkers in one untidy package. This patron is truly a collection of all that can go wrong and does; and he's not happy about it and will do his best to both make us aware and share in his state of affairs.
There is no way, and I mean no way, that I can convey his troubles in words, even pictures, it would have to be a movie. I'll combine Rainman, My Left Foot and George W. Bush. Add a little pinch of Bill O'Reilly and you have a small part of the picture.
This customer does not like to leave when we close. His pile of papers that he's endlessly been shuffling for the hours he's in the building, drop to the floor, or suddenly need to be collated and filed, yet it's nine o'clock and all the lights are out and the staff is surrounding him after repeated efforts by individuals requesting that he get his things together and just go. Eventually with threats and cajoling he does leave, it's both with relief and despair that the thing is done, a drama played out of just another day.

If you try the best you can

I think I finally understand what it means to internalize external experiences. With that I realize what I've been doing with my children's' problems is making them my own. That's probably not the best way to either help or handle these issues. Nevertheless, it is what I do. I'm working on it, trying to find a new method, one that won't be quite so taxing but will still enable me to empathize and help them through these difficulties. Facing each issue as if it were a crisis is sort of a learned behavior, and in that I've taught it to them as well. Though unfortunate, realizing it and trying to make a change may make a difference in how they deal with future events. For now I know enough dye has been cast that I can provide an awesome array of t-shirts, socks, sheets and banners for any jam band extravaganza.

If you want it you can

I know dark. I went to college in the 80's, I was a music and moviephile. I've seen and listened to the deepest, most aphotic media a person can probably manage. Yet, I really have to say The Killer Inside Me did me in.
Eamon had gone out last night, a rare occasion for me to kick back with the dogs and watch something without a discussion or mediation. By the time he came in, I was wound so tightly that his mere greeting caused me to react with a venomous retort so unusual that he actually came to where I was to see if something had happened.
What did occur, is that I've reached the point where the normal banal evil has become so everyday, that I can't actually watch it portrayed in a fictional context. That, is about as scary as it can get.

Forces of evil

Party Down is a series that was on Starz for two seasons and then right as they were about to start filming the third, it got cancelled. Eamon and I are not huge series fans but there have been a few that were not only memorable, they were epic. This was one of those. I didn't want to watch the second series because I knew it was ending and liked these characters so much; I felt, just so ordinary, so very much like someone who "has a show", because I did.
I asked my wise and all knowing husband how such a welcome and all there program could be eliminated so easily, how the audience numbered less than a million per episode for the latter part of the second year.. He succinctly laid it out for me; People don't want to watch shows about intelligent losers, they want to watch dumb people who are amazingly successful.