Where do I begin? I spent this whole day listening to NPR while on my daily route. 'BIRD FLU! BIRD FLU!!! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!! BIRD FLU! BIRD FLU!' It's all Scooter Libby's fault you know, no one else in that office would ever talk to anyone or know anything...
The southeast is STILL a mess!!! DUH! Bird flu!!! The high point and the only thing close to being positive was an intriguing interview with Henry Winkler about how he overcame dyslexia.
That was my day, and I am sooo depressed I could scream. I even bought a Big Mac for dinner(naughty me!). Why can't I just flit around in a constant state of uphoria feeling wonderful and light as a feather opening my eyes for just a brief moment between orgasms? Hmmm? Why????
It should be obvious by now that I am an expert whiner but I swear, I am a nice person.:)

I know...I have neglected to blog lately but I have actually had nothing to say.
But today we laid to rest an American Icon that everyone, black or white or any other, knows her story. Countless biographies and articles tell the story of Ms. Rosa Parks. Outstanding among the thousands of heros that have brought the fight against our true enemy...prejudice.
Si I wanted to relate an episode that I experienced about five months ago. For the first time in my life, I took a trip on a Greyhound bus to Chicago. The bus was crowded, and the driver whispered to me as I boarded to sit towards the front. I admit, I was nervous because the bus was full and most of the passengers were young black students returning from summer break to college. I need to clarify that I wasn't nervous because they were black, but because they were acting pretty rowdy and loud. I know it sounds cliche to make such a statement, but I grew up as one of the few white families in a predominantly black neighborhood, and I am definitely not a racist.
But it was obvious the white, female bus driver was extremely anxious and perturbed at the disruption going on on the bus. At our first stop, she admonished the loud riders and told them to stop as they were bothering others. They set out on a tirade, shouting obscenities at her and mostly acting a fool.
At our first stop, she had already warned the she would call the police and she did. We were immediately surrounded by police and they proceeded to remove the two young black men that were causing the disturbance. At same time, the other black students on the bus began shouting repeatedly, claiming racial discrimination! They insisted she was doing this only because they were black and so on.
I said nothing, and did nothing as the police arrested one of the men and took him away. This did have the effect the driver wanted and the rest of the trip was pretty quiet.
I tell this tale because the only regret I have is that I didn't stand up and shout at those young black students, who were driving everyone crazy and imposing themselves on many others in a confined space, "How dare you!"
These young people were screaming racial discrimination and they didn't, and don't even know what that is! They were using the defense from shear reflex, having no idea what their parents, grandparents and relatives have gone through. I was appaulled.
I grew up in the sixties, I was there through the riots and marches and watched my elders call them niggers and treat them like dirt. At six or seven years old I knew in my heart that the world was wrong. I was one of the lucky ones, my parents taught me that people are just people and not different colored people.
So, if you are young and black, I know what you must endure, even today. But if your are acting like a jerk, don't dare have the gall to blame your troubles on racial discrimination. I say this to all of us...at very least...have the guts to accept responsibility for your own stupidity. Don't disgrace your ancestors just to get yourself out of trouble.

Today was a bad day. Nothing really traumatic happened, and I am alive and well as usual. But I just got up on the wrong side and it went to hades from there. Mind you this is all in my mind and the world spun on oblivious to my utter disgust with the world. But every thing I tried to do, today, someone or some thing jumped in my way and I (internally) became a cussing, ranting idiot. So I have decided there is only one thing to do....world,....I apologize. Please forgive me and my selfish ravings.
P.S. Hope you're having the time of your life Mr. Sommerville.
P.P.S.S. Maria...do it!

For two days, now, I have been thinking of what I need to write about in my blog. So guess what...total blank! It seems I have nothing to say. And then I thought, thats what I could write about. The total blankness that is my mind at any given time. Sometimes, thoughts just pop into my head and I can be completely inspired to the level of greatness(in my own mind of course) but so far, nothing. Why?? Does this happen to any of you? Is my life sooo boring that I just can't organize my brain to bring my fabulous intellect to life? Yeah...that's it! Oh well, I really don't want the excitement of drama anyway. A committed creature of habit am I.
So, let's run down the standard topics.
Politics...ugh! I know it matters and I know that it should be important, but just how many times can we stomach the usual decries of "I didn't do anything wrong!" and "I didn't even know I owned stock in every hospital in the world. Never mind that my family owns the rest of it" or the best one yet, "It is the fed's fault...no its the state's fault...no its the locals fault that people lay dead in the gutter five days after a hurricane." (Get the picture?)
Now religion...I just don't get it. Either God says to blow yourself up and kill them all!...or come here little boy, and don't tell your parents!...or maybe we should assasinate the president of some south american country in the name of Jesus. When it comes to religion, all I can say is...what the hell?
We won't even mention the weather because we all know that story. We're heating up and we're all going to blow away eventually.
Ahh but there is one thing of great importance that I don't think any of us will ever get over, and should be the story of the century, and that is the breakup of Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt!!

Well, today my work was back to my normal routine and I am ecstatic! As a fierce creature of habit, all of my many personalities get jumbled and aggitated when things don't go as planned. Overly dramatic isn't it, but I just like to do things as a matter of routine. An escape mechanism obviously, but safe and quiet just the same. Ten minutes from now, I will be internally pining away for some forbidden excitement in my life, but do I really want it or not? My word!, I am wishy-washy. But that is what makes me me and if you don't like it then.....well I guess I can change...