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catscradle Apr. 9th, 2004 09:32 am)
catscradle Apr. 9th, 2004 09:32 am)"Steph," my brother-in-law said to me the other day, "I've crossed over to your camp."
"You're not eating gluten based foods either?" I said incredulously.
"Heh, no. That's not it. Bush needs to go. Not that I was really in his camp to begin with, I just didn't think it was so dire. But now. . ."
"Another 4 years of him looks like a grim future, huh?"
"Yeah," he said with in voice that betrayed dark forboding undertones. You'd have to know him to catch it. John isn't like that. There's no drama to him. It's to the point that he can easily be labeled the king of anti-drama. John forever plays the devil's advocate with me. If I say the sky is blue, he gives me the scientific explaination of how color is merely a secondary quality and not an actual reality. I've got a degree in philosophy, I know that already. But sometimes I need the poetry and I succumb to the more dramatic world where the moon is still a romatic figure. This also means I can slide into the realm of being overly reactionary. I know this. So it's good to have John around to keep my head in perspective.
I'd say we don't agree on much, but I have a sneaking suspicion that we do when all is said and done. It's hard to tell with him, but I appreciate it in the end. When I asked John what he thought on the pentagon reports with regards to the dire need to fund them to avert the possibility of a global warning fiasco, he wrote back an intelligent rebuttal that began with "Do you want the government to fund everything the Pentagon asks for?" I thought about previous Penagon expeditions and decided I'd have to answer "no". He ended with the comments that while he thinks the issue is an important one that needs attention, the Pentagon isn't actually the agency to trust. They'd probably fuck it up more in the end. True enough.
But now the devil's advocate has been dropped. This is not a good sign. He worried about the election. I've never seen him worry over an election before. The censorship issues are bothering him. Maybe I have Howard Stern to thank for the turn of this tide. And so to, I think, the overtly religious nature of the adminstration's decisions. He started to talk about it, but hedged his views once I started getting into the religous "conspiracy" of the Bush administration. Too much drama for him maybe. I ended with "Look, I'm not saying Bush thinks he's the Messiah. I'm just saying I don't mind if he gets crucified." John laughed.
Blasphemy on this Good Friday.
It's raining here, by the way. And I feel it appropriate. It should always rain on Good Friday. A dark day for dark times. It occured to me that if it rained in Denver every day that a good thing passed from this world, we'd not be in a drought out west for the past several years. But there aren't too many silverlinings to these dark times.
Ending a bit more cynical than poetic, I'll leave it to HST who made me laugh today despite the ultimate morbidity of his words:
From ESPN 2nd page - Bush's disturbing sleeping disorder, by Hunter S. Thompson
"Desperate men do desperate things, and stupid men do stupid things. We are in for a desperately stupid summer."
"You're not eating gluten based foods either?" I said incredulously.
"Heh, no. That's not it. Bush needs to go. Not that I was really in his camp to begin with, I just didn't think it was so dire. But now. . ."
"Another 4 years of him looks like a grim future, huh?"
"Yeah," he said with in voice that betrayed dark forboding undertones. You'd have to know him to catch it. John isn't like that. There's no drama to him. It's to the point that he can easily be labeled the king of anti-drama. John forever plays the devil's advocate with me. If I say the sky is blue, he gives me the scientific explaination of how color is merely a secondary quality and not an actual reality. I've got a degree in philosophy, I know that already. But sometimes I need the poetry and I succumb to the more dramatic world where the moon is still a romatic figure. This also means I can slide into the realm of being overly reactionary. I know this. So it's good to have John around to keep my head in perspective.
I'd say we don't agree on much, but I have a sneaking suspicion that we do when all is said and done. It's hard to tell with him, but I appreciate it in the end. When I asked John what he thought on the pentagon reports with regards to the dire need to fund them to avert the possibility of a global warning fiasco, he wrote back an intelligent rebuttal that began with "Do you want the government to fund everything the Pentagon asks for?" I thought about previous Penagon expeditions and decided I'd have to answer "no". He ended with the comments that while he thinks the issue is an important one that needs attention, the Pentagon isn't actually the agency to trust. They'd probably fuck it up more in the end. True enough.
But now the devil's advocate has been dropped. This is not a good sign. He worried about the election. I've never seen him worry over an election before. The censorship issues are bothering him. Maybe I have Howard Stern to thank for the turn of this tide. And so to, I think, the overtly religious nature of the adminstration's decisions. He started to talk about it, but hedged his views once I started getting into the religous "conspiracy" of the Bush administration. Too much drama for him maybe. I ended with "Look, I'm not saying Bush thinks he's the Messiah. I'm just saying I don't mind if he gets crucified." John laughed.
Blasphemy on this Good Friday.
It's raining here, by the way. And I feel it appropriate. It should always rain on Good Friday. A dark day for dark times. It occured to me that if it rained in Denver every day that a good thing passed from this world, we'd not be in a drought out west for the past several years. But there aren't too many silverlinings to these dark times.
Ending a bit more cynical than poetic, I'll leave it to HST who made me laugh today despite the ultimate morbidity of his words:
From ESPN 2nd page - Bush's disturbing sleeping disorder, by Hunter S. Thompson
"Desperate men do desperate things, and stupid men do stupid things. We are in for a desperately stupid summer."
