Hi y’all. I finally have a few minutes to update this space — I’ve been kinda busy of late. Just to start it off right:
Okay, the heavy stuff first. I don’t know about these high-level talks with Iran. Not that I have a problem with diplomacy. Obama is right — it should be tested. I’m simply not overly confident that John Kerry is — frankly — the kind of man who can find the common humanity in another man who is culturally, intellectually, ambitiously his opposite. I really, really miss Condi at times like these. And Rouhani seems like a pretty savvy guy — slippery may be the better word. And, while I’m sure Kerry is smart on some level, the greatest obstacle to intelligence is vanity and the willful desire to not actually care what the guy on the other side of the table wants. Kerry strikes me as the kind of dude who is thinking about what he wants to say next instead of actually listening to the person he’s talking to. And it worries me. But, as my Pops is fond of saying, no sense worrying over things you have no control over. It’s just a futile exercise and a waste of time.
Then of course there’s the defunding battle. I think the Senate Republicans are talking about it today in a meeting of members. I don’t have much to offer — except anytime the old Republican guard AND Obama start to kvetch about something, I tend to think there may be something good about it. Simplistic? Sure. But it’s an instinct thing. David Freddoso has a pretty nice, quick, explanatory piece on it in the briefing and I think, if you scroll down to the end of the first segment, it’s the #3 that’s always intrigued me about the Cruz master plan. I do think there’s a second phase to this. Whether we see it is an entirely different matter.
I need to give a shoutout to my friend Dan Mitchell for having mad skills. I didn’t believe in you and I should have. And you do owe me. I’ll come up with something properly compensatory.
As you read stories like this where these monsters declare, “We’re not monsters,” remember the image of a four-year-old clutching a candy bar next to the body of a dead man people can’t move to the side, presumably out of fear they may be shot. That sounds like something out of a nightmare to me and some things really are not relative.
So I’m somewhere in season 3 of Breaking Bad and I think I’m going to be using the next week to catch up. It’s a tough show for me (is it only me?) because it actually, while impressing me for its brilliance, actually makes me view the world in a much grimmer way (Game of Thrones does the same) and I’m peculiarly sensitive to that. But Goldberg’s beautifully written piece has convinced me to go ahead and take up that mantle and see it through to the end. For passages like this:
But what is evil if not the ability to delude yourself into believing you are the sole arbiter of what is right and wrong based on your self-interest? Freedom itself is not evil, but freedom devoid of conscience — rightly formed conscience — is very close to the definition of evil. The bully is free to do what he likes simply because he is stronger and it pleases him to do so. It does not matter that he tells himself his cruelty is warranted. Hitler, Stalin, and Pol Pot — the historical figures we use as stand-ins for metaphysical evil — all believed they were acting on their own personal definitions of the good. They didn’t feel constrained by the “slave morality” (Nietzsche’s term) of the Judeo-Christian tradition.
Because here’s the deal: this is a concept that I’ve been overwhelmed by lately, this justification of terrible behavior in order to twist it around and make it somehow noble. I repeat: some things are not relative. Also, he talks about White’s bitterness and jealousy and…I have trouble with that…and it’s a weakness I hate so so so much that I find it nearly impossible to forgive myself for it, and that leads to problems…
My friend/dance teacher Ali and I had an interesting chat last night about prescription medication as it relates to the Navy Yard shooter. Alison is a scientist who actually works on neuro-related things so she may know a thing or two about such things. And, while she and I do not share many political opinions (of course, a Georgia Democrat is more like a Blue Dog Dem of old, less like your Chicago Progressive of the stripe we’ve got running things currently), she noted that when people have been on things like Zoloft since they were children their brains actually change. She didn’t say it — and I won’t put these words in her mouth — but that sounds akin to drug lobotomizing to me. Again, those are my words not hers. Also, she’s headed to Athens for the UGA/LSU game this weekend and I’m so crazy jealous. One day I’ll actually be able to do fun things again. I just know it. (Have a great time my friend!!! Pictures please…)
Speaking of Ali, she put this one out into the world the other day, because that’s the way this kid thinks. God but it turned me into a puddle. Number 3 is a habit and a very good thing to do, but I think I like number 4 the best because I almost never do it and I think that might be a mistake:
4. Let people in.
Truly. Tell people that you trust when you need help, or you’re depressed — or you’re happy and you want to share it with them. Acknowledge that you care about them and let yourself feel it. Instead of doing that other thing we sometimes do, which is to play it cool and pretend we only care as much as the other person has admitted to caring, and only open up half way. Go all in — it’s worth it.
The Fab Miss McClain and I are supposed to meet for dinner later. I really hope it happens…
I don’t care how weird Jim Carrey has become, I’ll be watching this. Because, seriously:
We had a red one I barely remember and then a powder blue one I remember slightly better, but only because I have a freakish memory for things from before the age of 5. God but we must have struck a total Partridge Family pose.
Last night, walking down H Street to dance class, I was feeling pretty crummy. Unattractive, mean, needy, awkward, etc. And then a dude walked by me with his friend, cut off his conversation, and said, “Hey how you doing snow bunny? G*ddamn you’re beautiful.” And he wasn’t even crazy and homeless! I swear to God it lifted me off the ground. I’ve always wanted to be called a snow bunny. Checking that one off my bucket list. And, in case you’re wondering, I’m not being facetious. It thrilled me. I am a girl, y’all…
Alright, morning music, just slightly late. We danced to it last night. I didn’t pick up the floor work very well — which I mean to amend — I was just a little behind on timing, but I’ll work it out. But the song is good and the choreography was awesomesauce.
Okay, going for a run. Get out in it people.