Watching The Good Wife, reading about Gloria Steinem, thinking - after civil rights movements regarding race and then women equality,... I wonder if the gays are making suck a fucking fuss exactly because we are running out of topics to be really passionate about. Pretty much everything is liberal these days, from what we eat, how we dress, whom we pray to and how we like to take it, but people need something to organize movements about and as Occupy WallStreet proved pointless and boring, people are grasping at straws. Because, seriously - what wall do humans need to overcome now, when we have very little left to blame out narrow-mindedness and laziness and misery on...

Nina and Whoopy

 

Allergic to fucking idiots.

I've noticed that sometimes the talk of moronic people gets me so irked up, I literally feel anxious. I start to tremble, I start to heat up, I start to fight an urge to laugh and cry at the same time. This is something i should probably work on, because there are many really fucking stupid people in the world and some of them I am forced to live in great proximity to. Try as I might to avoid them entirely, the universe just continues to throw them my way. The General would say: Just fucking ignore it, what is the matter with you? 

But it makes my ears bleed! My gut wrench! My saliva turn to bile! My eyes turn! AAAAARRR! I get anaphylaptic shocks from retards!!

 Then again...

I can see more clearly what I DON'T want to be like. How I DON'T want to sound and seem and be known as. Taking a devastating force and turning it into an art form... Thank you, coffee. I wouldn't have gotten as Zen without you.

An old mill burnt down :(

In the center of my city there used to be this really nice old brick building, awaiting restoration... Waiting ... waiting ... Ah, well. I hope there were no people inside. Whatever the reason it took to soot.

Though conflicted summat fierce, about whether or not I would go uphill to assist the ancestors in the grapevine harvest, I did go, feeling sorry for dad and oddly enough, though they make me feel uncomfortable always, I enjoy gathering the grapes. It is annoyingly lengthily effort, especially this year, when the grapes are poor, but I like to be alone and just pick them. It was fine yesterday, though it took a long time and when we got home around six p.m., I was so tired I simply fell into bed and slept for twelve hours. This morning dad called me to go vote, but once we got there, I didn’t know who to vote and dad got upset with me when I refused to do it, so I walked away and just walked uphill very early on. There I just took the buckets and the snip scissors and went at the red grapes, two hours ahead of others. It was very peaceful and my favourite conditions: foggy and cold. Parents were slightly more annoying this time around, mocking me pretty much for everything I said to other people that they overheard, but the General was always close by and I am oddly immune to their strange distaste for me. It’s funny how the food they make for everyone to me doesn’t taste very good anymore either. Many people were there, each a character in this labourous affair, even some pleasant conversation. I like my elder brother and his wife; they are unusually no-nonsense people for this family.

Tonight I finally had a shower, but was too tired to go to the movies and I hope not to miss Gone Girl as I did Magic in Moonlight. Watching ‘Call the Midwife’, fantasizing about the third season of Newsroom and laughing at the people who are going into politics, having failed as culture workers. I’m mentally adding people to my list of folk I want to interview, solidifying my intention. I don’t know where I stand on my position, regarding them, yet. But slowly and surely, I am getting there. At times it feels like I am climbing a ridge and I think I know what lays ahead, but when I get closer to the belleview, the scene completely shakes my sense of orientation.

My brother said he disapproves deeply of what we do to nature – dam-ing the rivers, ploughing fields, planting things… Funny how I always felt the same way, it just never until now occurred to me it is an option for a modern individual to think like so.

The interview blog, four interviews in, had 1240 views after a few weeks standing, which, well, considering the language and the country isn't all that shabby. Am going to be posting two or three more tonight. Then I'm off to go out and hunt some more :)

http://dreadreality.blogspot.com/

Some of Tinka's Taichi with a sabre pickies

General's line of the week:

Reenacting the Normandy landing for the kid. (Part one - watching Saving Private Ryan, second - live theater. And some Legos.) I'm Rommel and the defense, the General is Tom Hanks and the allies. Codename: Omaha bitch. :D