blogging 'n' Zeit
Moving sucks, alrighty? That's for all those who seem to have time to blog.
But, when one reads stuff like this(1):
(1) & (2): via TV and BSMoffat, who reward time.
But, when one reads stuff like this(1):
the military brass were horrified at the low "firing rates" and anemic "kill ratios" of American soldiery. They immediately set about trying to break the next generation of recruits of their natural resistance to slaughtering their own kind. Incorporating the latest techniques for psychological manipulation, new training programs were designed to brutalize the mind and habituate soldiers to the idea of killing automatically, by reflex, "at the bell-clap of command," without the intervention of any of those inefficient scruples displayed by their illustrious predecessors.and this(2):
All saddness does not come from a malfunctioning of brain chemestry. Sometimes I think it is lack of tribes in our culture. Isolation is hard to take for some of us. How wonderful if we could be like a pile of snuggling puppies or kittens with each other. Innocent; no ulterior motives, no vengence, no bad memories., and, bedeviled by the imbricated aleatorics of "surfing," considers how they are, in fact, talking about the same thing, one is pleased that time exists.
Some ingest chemicals to soothe the pain, ignore it or to LEAVE.The thing about this special kind of pain is that no one deserves it. It is not punishment from God, a moral flaw, bad karma, weakness, ... Sometimes it feels like these people have an ocean of Love that they have no way to exchange with other people, or don't know how.
(1) & (2): via TV and BSMoffat, who reward time.
2 Comments:
Be well moving, Tom, and write when you land. And listen, I understand, and have thought such things while staring at the slightly fuzzy new hamster pups under Coco the canibal, who don't even know while they snuggle in a bundle that their lives, to their mother at least, are optional.
I can't wait til they come out of the nest and I can touch them.
Thanks to you both. J, there was a story about getting bad things from hamsters. I forget what, but something. I'll try to remember.
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