I did something extraordinarily stupid and ill-advised yesterday: I looked back. And I suffered for it. It’s hard when you maintain connections — particularly professionally — with some of your past lives that would be better left in the past. Sometimes you walk away and it’s healthy to revisit and relive the memories, catch up with what the people are doing, support them in their successes and pick them up out of their struggles.
Sometimes you walk away and when you’re out of eyesight you break out into a run for your life. And you never, never look back. Because if you do, if you’re me, you have dream about it where you’re standing in the hall of the office and someone (who, because your subconscious likes to mess with you, is actually a character in that movie “Serenity” and never actually worked with you in real life) whispers to you “I believe you” and you start to cry like you’ve just been liberated from Stalin’s death camp and you say aloud, “My God, people are so f*cking weird” and then the dream ends and you wake up feeling like you’ve learned nothing but remembering that in real life the mean little people appear to be doing just fine, complaining their way through life and making things just a little bit darker every time they connive and concoct their schemes, while you have to remember to keep that positive attitude because no one would ever want a negative you around. You don’t have the luxury of being a whiner or complainer and, for the life of you, you can’t make that square in your head.
But the comfort is that you are, in fact, liberated. And that appearances are very often contrived to be a lot of flash and very little substance. It’s hard to know all that until hindsight really kicks in, and sometimes that takes a long time. But in your years of training not to whine and complain (which you’ve gotten better at for anyone giggling at that statement because they know me), you also learned patience. And that universal truth about reaping what you sow. And you know the arrogant laugh at that concept — I knew someone once who vehemently denied the existence of God I’m pretty sure to avoid that particular natural law — but I think it’s a natural law regardless of how it came to be. And so, just wait Sarah. And be positive. And don’t look back.
Other things, as per usual, because I need to get a run in and get back out to Virginia. Looking forward to a Mardi Gras birthday party out in Arlington this weekend. Hoping that gives me better dreams…
I don’t know man. The FCC has always played a role in the regulation of communication — it is its chartered role — so I’m not totally sure what all the scare mongering is about here (well, I mean I get the arguments but they seem premature to me). It almost seems to me to be an effort to stir up opposition to the commission having broad powers so they can once again begin to talk legislation that, surprise, will look a lot like net neutrality. The tangled web we weave.
Good piece breaking down the particulars of the NSA stuff — just what they can access and how much a violation of privacy that actually is — but what I particularly like about this piece, and it’s something I’d like to see more people writing about, is the mention of how this kind of invasion of privacy is an absolute real threat to 1st amendment speech rights. You’re not free to speak when you’re worried someone may be listening.
“Dear subscriber, you are registered as a participant in a mass disturbance.”
According to the above NYT piece on the matter, an individual within the protest didn’t send the message, nor did the cellular service provider. A higher ‘entity’, perhaps a government one, more than likely did.
Just like the rhetoric from the NSA and White House, the sender did not need to know that those gathered were texting. They did not need to listen to the communications of leadership in regards to planning such an action. All they had to do was determine the area where the protest was happening, then seize the numbers of those in the area and send over a nice ‘hello’.
As a minimum, such action undoubtedly intimidates those involved and will most likely dissuade some participants from going to the next ‘democratic’ rally. The long term ramifications undermine one of the fundamental principles of democracy – that is the right to protest peacefully and make your voice heard as a society.
And speaking of not being able to speak freely. Daniel Hannan gives us a pretty good break down of the lack of honor among language thieves. What is the appeal of being ruled by overlords? I know it appeals to some — it must — but what is it? Does it absolve you of the responsibility of making your own decisions and thereby you have something to blame if you fail? Fine, but you can’t ever claim success as your own either, you know that, right?:
In fact, authoritarianism was the common feature of socialists of both National and Leninist varieties, who rushed to stick each other in prison camps or before firing squads. Each faction loathed the other as heretical, but both scorned free-market individualists as beyond redemption. Their battle was all the fiercer, as Hayek pointed out in 1944, because it was a battle between brothers.
Love your conservative atheist brother! We can all just get along…
“The Russian idea of control is stepping back, watching what others do and then moving at the right time,” she said. “We don’t do that.”
Regarding the above, it may make me unpopular, but maybe we should.
Heh. Hahahahahaha! Cracks me up. Not because I don’t believe we have some affect on our environment — of course we do — but because we are so arrogant we believe the Earth suffers us when, in fact, we are always at its mercy.
Okay, had a nice little debate with some libertarians about this chick. All I’m saying people is that she’s not saying anything all that ground breaking or thought provoking and, if she were a bus driver instead of a porn star, we would agree with her ideas but we wouldn’t so amazed that she had them, and we certainly wouldn’t consider her some sort of political savant. Let’s keep it in perspective. Also, when she talks about wanting to be treated with dignity and respect, I get images in my head of what women do in porn and I laugh to myself. Sorry.
Registered to go to this, then had some work pop up that needed attending to so I missed it. But I love the “huh?” moment from Vanity Fair. It’s hard being myopic.
Happy weekend loves. Be good and safe and all that.