U.S. troops fail to grasp the common practice of shooting firearms off in celebration and fire on an Iraqi wedding, yet another example of the degree to which our troops (and their leaders) are “fighting” phantoms and killing civilians.
There is much work to be done tonight, and I don’t feel like doing any of it. But it doesn’t matter what I feel like. As I get older, I realize that you don’t ever actually have to mentally “do” anything; so long as you were reasonably determined at the outset, you can simply watch time pass and things will somehow get done in the background, stealing your labor as they progress.
I no longer have a coffee pot in my life. I hate trudging around just to buy myself coffee, it ruins the flow of whatever I’m working on if when I think, “Ah, another sip just now!” I then have to disappear for half an hour. When I return, there is no trace of what it was I was thinking before the sip-need molested me.
I am a time whore, come to lick the boots of your moments. My tongue is as the tongues of many.
Hier leben die Blinden
Die glauben was sie sehen
Und die Tauben
Die glauben was sie h