How does a writer retire reprovingly? Through the foreign press, of course!
Adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen!
All the best to Philip Roth!
How does a writer retire reprovingly? Through the foreign press, of course!
Adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen!
All the best to Philip Roth!
To act the part of one who is insane, one can get to know the insane.
But what is insanity?
Have you ever visited an insane asylum?
What is the absence or opposite of insanity?
Two recent events have bummed me out — the loss of the political party of my parents in national elections and the recent spy movie called “Skyfall.”
Both imply that the generation which raised me has passed the torch to a generation that has been labeled the “Me” Generation and the Baby Boomers, allegedly including myself.
The next generation, as exemplified by a recent restaurant server of ours who reminded us of the character Mr. Humphries in “Are You Being Served?” and knows neither Benny Hill nor “Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” will have to decide for itself what of my generation is worth perpetuating.
For them, a “war” on foreign soil must seem normal, having experienced sensational news headlines about the continuing war on terror in countries like Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Yemen, Somalia, etc.
For some of them, the phrase “7/7” or “9/11” will seem as old-fashioned as “Remember the Alamo,” or “December 7th, 1941…a date which will live in infamy.”
The old wars of military might have not completely faded away but new wars — cyber, financial, cultural — pick up the pace.
With Stephen Covey dead and gone, will anyone in the new generation know what a win-win situation is?
What about insanity?
How much of any one generation (generation being a label, of course, that generalises, not always accurately) is insane and is carried on by the next one?
In this post-nationalist, one-global-economy world, we still talk about the brand effects of nations.
We expect that powerful lasers will protect our ships and our borders, slicing bullets in half and cutting planes/drones/UAVs to pieces.
“Look out for the hazardous debris falling from the sky!” cried Chicken Little presciently, paraphrasing.
Speaking of borders, our crackpot scheming pseudoscientists devised a method to protect borders from tunnels — causing pinpoint earthquakes that unsettle the ground several hundred metres in any direction, shifting the soil around reinforced smuggling tunnels, hopefully collapsing them without knowing they’re there.
Are we ever in as much danger as we hear security companies try to sell us that we are?
What is the percentage chance that your home will be broken into?
Have you or anyone you know ever been robbed or mugged?
Has anything been stolen from you?
Have you stolen anything (including office material and work hours from your employer)?
As we create the next generation of our species, we take these questions into consideration.
Can we genetically encompass a moral compass?
What about a lack of fear of others?
It’s easy to create a new species of spider which has no moral compass.
Like we’ve discussed, “eat and/or be eaten” rules Earth, a moral compass unnecessary.
How much of a civil society do we need when our DNA is significantly modified to handle new offworld environments?
How does one carve a niche when one’s genetic code designates one’s predilected destiny?
How much education can we cram into our genes?
What is the ideal citizen in 2037, 25 years from now, not far from an imaginary moment in Unix history?
Adaptable, of course.
What else…?
Who is Felicia Day and why have I never heard of her before today?
In domestic news lately, political candidates have, in the course of speaking, in the cause of getting elected, voiced personal opinions about rape.
Most of the time, men rape women.
Some of the time, women rape men.
But, for the sake of this blog entry, let us consider only the first case.
I have a personal stake in this discussion.
Quite possibly, I exist because my grandmother was raped by my biological grandfather.
Certainly, family lore says that my biological grandfather abused both my grandmother and my father before he abandoned them (or was forced to leave them).
Every day on this planet, without a doubt, a man forces himself upon a woman for sexual pleasure.
He may pay for the privilege or take his pleasure for free.
Men, for the most part, are physically stronger than women and rarely sexually engage a woman stronger than them.
I agree that rape is a terrible injustice for the raped as well as for the institute of marriage and against the joys of consensual sex.
But, in the eyes of an omniscient being (or Being), am I a gift of/to God because of rape?
Am I, instead, merely the lucky offspring of a man who was the unfortunate result of a rape?
I do not exist in the public eye as a celebrity who feels driven to share opinions constantly or an expert authority who must answer questions about the validity of abortion.
However, I have an opinion about myself.
I like me, for the most part.
I have enjoyed my life.
I can understand my father wanted nothing to do with his father and all but forbid me to contact his father’s family until after my father was dead and buried, especially if he was the result of a rape and subsequently abused physically/mentally.
It’s tough for me to believe my grandmother could have aborted my father if she was raped.
Being a staunch member of the main (Central) Baptist Church in her community, she probably never considered abortion, but I have no way of knowing her thoughts/opinions on the matter, other than through her general opinions/actions in relation to her Christian faith.
I only know I exist.
I like existing.
I suppose most of us do.
Those who were aborted or will be aborted never get to know if they do or do not like existing.
Those who choose abortion have made and make that decision for their offspring.
A mighty BIG decision I never have to make.
I exist.
I hope you like existing.
If you don’t like existing, I can understand why you wouldn’t want the fertilised egg in your womb to exist.
If you do like existing, I can’t understand why you wouldn’t want the fertilised egg in your womb to exist.
We exist and choose to accept the legal/moral/social/religious issues surrounding our decisions.
To say one wants the freedom to abort a fetus is as grave a desire as there is in this world, more important than any words that can be assembled together in one blog entry.
I can’t change the circumstances of my father’s conception but I’m just glad my grandmother didn’t abort my father, no matter whether she was raped or abused before/during/after sexual intercourse.
Many say that the American late-night TV satire called “Saturday Night Live” has a rather geriatric feeling to it.
Well, recent evidence points out why.
The lead writer, Seth Meyers, is actually an old Catskills “Borscht Belt” entertainer trying to pass himself off as a hipcat daddio of a comic, thanks to modern CGI effects:
Apparently, as we age, we gain more digits in addition to lengthening noses and ears?
Or is Seth an alien unfamiliar with, but trying to understand, our culture?
More as it develops…
Here’s that second repost I promised, about the Fourth Wall.
Speaking of walls, here’s an interesting blog entry about the DMZ between the two Koreas.
“Both sides of the political isle (should) signal that they are willing to compromise and that they’re willing to get this done … that could help lower the level of uncertainty that is affecting U.S. investors and consumers,” IMF First Deputy Managing Director David Lipton told Reuters in an interview on Monday.
My statements/questions answered by visiting just one website – why do I bother writing at all?:
Time for some booze to lose myself for the day…
I don’t have children so I don’t know the latest trends in children’s audivisual programming.
Have they started recording online game sequences and editing them down to 22-minute segments for Saturday morning cartoon shows?
Wouldn’t that be a hoot, knowing that gamers — people who could be your neighbours, schoolmates and/or coworkers — were now the actors behind the scenes of the shows you enjoyed as a kid?
Isn’t that where the intersection of fantasy and reality is going to be?
Feel free to carry this thought further. I’m bored.
And now, we return you to the space soap opera currently in progress:
In last week’s episode, Captain Kirk has just finished a pedicure when…