President Days in the Valentine Life
So, wordpress logged me out to do some maintenence, and when I had to log back in I saw a Holocaust-denying post by someone who calls themself ‘jezekiah’ featured as one of their ‘hot community posts’. Basically, it reads like an essay by an pseudointellectual dumbass who thinks he’s a radical intellectual because he did some searches on teh internets and discovered that the Zionists were lying about the Holocaust to promote Their Agenda.
It’s not that I go looking for this garbage. I wanted to write a letter to All the Girls I’ve Loved Before, or maybe some poetry; just more of that Private Art thing I do for my small but beloved audience of readers.
Sorry. Just took a break away from the laptop. I’ve been cleaning. Did the kitchen top to bottom. Reorganized it, moved the microwave. Hung a knife rack. Fixed a drawer that had been broken for three months. Did laundry. Washed every dish I own. Made lunch. Put down a carpet under the bed. Hung a couple paintings. Listened to three or four weeks of ‘This American Life’ podcasts.
I don’t know by what formula wordpress generates its blogs of the day feature, but the racist blather is getting more popular all the time. That and blogs about Korean reality television shows. Also, that one guy who is vehemently anti-global warming. Teh internets are rorschach blots of the dark psyche of our society.
Speaking of, this right here is why I don’t Facebook. Of course, maybe it’s some other principle or perverse flaw in myself, but the whole thing just makes me dizzy. And maybe I’m just too cool. I don’t know, I just always have had this inherent anxiety about worlds colliding. It’s the control freak in me.
Valentine’s Day was spent doing day job stuff. I wrote a little sketch for a team of actors and they did well until they encountered a judge who hated it with a purple passion; his critique was quite explicit in his contempt and his ranking eliminated them entirely. It was frustrating as he judged my work in a similar contest decades ago and had nearly the exact same opinion now as he did then, except this time he liked it less. It wasn’t his opinion per se that stung but rather the feeling that I had let down the performers.
The farther away now moves from an event the more distorted our perspective of the event becomes. Eisenhower knew this. He said “I made the visit deliberately, in order to be in a position to give first-hand evidence of these things if ever, in the future, there develops a tendency to charge these allegations merely to ‘propaganda.” He brought civilian and military photographers and reporters to the camps for a reason. The evidence they compiled is irrefutably mountainous.
I picked up the new Scientific American at the grocery store. The cover article is about how naked singularities might actually exist. I find this hilarious as I just used the idea if naked singularities as a metaphor for the paradox of absolutes in discussion with Kenny. Typically, the universe took his side.