This is going to be a very short rant because, after much thinking, I decided anything long and drawn out would be a little too painful for me and my three readers.
Is it just me, or is politics being treated more and more like some kind of reality TV game show? It seems like some kind of performance that gets consumed rather than a method for distinguishing the values of a leader.
My good friend Greg Davies has written a great post for The Mixxingbowl about a challenge for users of mixx. It’s a really great post. Therefore, with his permission, I’m re-posting it here word-for-word.
My fellow Mixxers and SuperMixxers, I come before you with a new challenge – this time directed at Mixx itself!
September 07, 2007:
Last night I had this crazy nightmare. I dreamt (yes, dreamt is a word, I looked it up) that I had the power to change reality with my dreams, much like George Orr in The Lathe of Heaven. With my new-found power I changed the flow of the time-space continuum and molecular structure of DNA in all beings. No longer helical, the new and improved DNA had more of a flux-capacitor shape. I could even draw it for you, it was so clear in my mind.
Anyway, supposedly in all my genius I misaligned the new flow of time-space with the flux capacitor DNA because shortly thereafter everyone died terrible deaths.
I took this photo at the beach in Aptos, two blocks from my apartment.
Well, it was beautiful living here while I did, but I just can’t afford it anymore. Goodbye Aptos!
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Even from a distance I could see the pain on his face, and it struck me like a molten sword. I nearly lost my balance. After a few moments, he caught me peering at him and began walking over.
“Hey Sophie,” he yelled up the hill, offering an odd smile. It suddenly reminded me of a time when we were kids and we had to take our dying cat, snowball, to the vet. Snowball sat on the examination table purring, but his face was tense and we could tell he was incredibly uncomfortable; he kept looking around the room at us while desperately pleading with his eyes to be taken home. I asked the vet why he was purring when he was obviously so scared and miserable, and she said a cat’s purr is a lot like a human’s smile– we don’t always do it just when we’re happy.
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