The Age of Violence

Rioting is the new free speech, it would seem, if Brazil, Mexico, France, and oh, yes, New Orleans and other cities of the USA are any indicator. And why not? When the "leaders" of the most powerful nation in the world can find no other way to address problems and greivances than sending in the troops? Send them to Iraq! Send them to Louisiana! Hey, uh, send them to the border! Violence begets violence, it was long ago written down; this is true. It begets itself and seldom little else. With death and mayhem becoming so prevalent in every sphere, it seems that the world is headed, not for another world war, but for a conflagration; tensions are a high in Asia, in Africa, and smouldering in the East of Europe and the old USSR; the Middle East is a powderkeg surrounded by madmen with torches. Those fierce torches seem to be the only light in that benighted land. In Venezuela and Iran, North Korea and Beiing, sabres are being rattled; in Somalia and Darfur the death knell is never silent. The world seems terribly adrift in a terrible and stormy sea, and the end, no one can foretell.

Things are looking up in NEAL

Yeah, man; I think I'm like, gonna totally try to keep this blog at least on, like, a weekly basis, y'know? Cause that's what it's all about, man. Keeping the public, like, tuned in and happy, you dig? Far out.

Jeep will be all fixed Monday, which means I will be able to get motivated and go check on everyone. Also, I can begin my strategic withdrawal from NEAL, and make real plans to return to SWLA, after all.

Persephone Returns

No angst-ridden monologue, no hungover insight, no earth-sundering political prediction or condemnation...just Tuesday, opening of May, slightly sunnier and slightly warmer than it was just a couple of months ago...I love May, and Spring in general because it is a promise of impending Summer, a promise that you know will always be kept. The birds have started their concert series, and the frogs and cicadas are warming up for their evening ensembles. Someone once wrote, it is a hard heart that does not love May, and I think he was right.