Posts tagged ‘End of the World’

1 January 2019 – Long Letter Follows

1 January, 2019 | | 2 Comments

Still aint’n dead.  Missed most of the last year – slept right through it.  Will work on updating this more often – a genuine, shiny new year’s resolution.  Hey, I’ve got to have something to fail at, right?

Be well, stay safe, think positive thoughts about the end of the current administration.  The watchword for 2019 is HOPE.

Oh, and be nice to each other while I’m away.  Your fellow humans are going through a lot right now.

Bide.  And hope.

1 January 2018 – Not Dead Yet

1 January, 2018 | | No Comment

Happy New Year.

I managed all of 4 posts last year, which is about what 2015 looked like as well.  As I mentioned on the occasion of this blog turning 10, back in 2016, I find myself at the confluence of the rivers of Time, Inspiration, and Energy with decreasing frequency these days.  And by days, clearly, I meant years.

Here’s hoping those days are behind us.  There’s no shortage of Inspiration, surely, and this year, I plan to work on the Energy part.

That leaves Time, and what is time but that wibbly-wobbly bit in between waking up and falling down again?  I’ll find it somewhere.  Probably behind the couch.

So with that out of the way, I’ve asked several people what their biggest wishes for 2018 might be.  The answers have ranged from health to wealth, from continued employment to new employment, and from impeachment to imprisonment.  Probably the best answer, though, came from the Reigning Queen of Pink herself.  “My wish is that all of my friends and people I know don’t die horribly.  I mean, I know people are going to die, that’s just life.  I just wish that they don’t die horribly.”

That’s right – it’s OK to die.  Just not, you know, horribly.

So I figure, as long as we’re not dead, we ought to be doing things.  Saying hello to people.  Telling them we love them.  Fighting for reasonable gun laws.  Updating our blogs.  That sort of thing.  I’m not sure how far we’re going to get, but the Tao reminds us that the journey begins with a step.  I propose we take that step!

… Lest we die, horribly.

So, as I type this under the light of the first supermoon of 2018, I wish you all the Time, Inspiration, and Energy you need to make it through 2018.  Put last year behind us, and let’s see what we can make of this one, while we still aten’t dead.

Happy New Year!

 

 

A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Next Four Years

21 January, 2017 | | 5 Comments

Don’t Panic.

While I am certain that I do not speak for all Americans, which is these days mainly a question of decibels and volume, I feel comfortable speaking for some reasonable percentage of us when I describe how many of us feel this morning.

If you haven’t read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, you should.  There is a scene very early where Earthman Arthur Dent has just regained consciousness on a Vogon spaceship, where his friend has rescued him from what is now the smoking remains of what had been our planet.

“…There was no way his imagination could feel the impact of the whole Earth having gone, it was too big. He prodded his feelings by thinking that his parents and his sister had gone. No reaction. He thought of all the people he had been close to. No reaction. Then he thought of a complete stranger he had been standing behind in the queue at the supermarket two days before and felt a sudden stab: the supermarket was gone, everyone in it was gone! Nelson’s Column had gone! And there would be no outcry, because there was no one left to make an outcry! From now on Nelson’s Column only existed in his mind. England only existed in his mind. A wave of claustrophobia closed in on him.
He tried again: America, he thought, has gone. He couldn’t grasp it. He decided to start smaller again. New York has gone. No reaction. He’d never seriously believed it existed anyway. The dollar, he thought, has sunk for ever. Slight tremor there. Every “Bogart” movie has been wiped, he said to himself, and that gave him a nasty knock. McDonald’s, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as a McDonald’s hamburger.
He passed out.”

That’s how many of us feel right now.  The enormity of the situation, the magnitude of the mistake – there is no way for our imaginations to feel the impact of climate change denials and LGBT rights reversals and ACA repeals all at once.  It’s too big.   America has gone.  We can’t grasp it.  Many of us never seriously believed it existed anyway.

Don’t panic.  Yes, the Vogons control both houses of Congress, and we’ve elected The Donald to the White House, Zaphod Beeblebrox with one head and small hands.

I have learned a lot from having kids.  One of the most interesting things we noticed is that all of them – the Human Tape Recorder, Number One Son, and the Reigning Queen of Pink – all went through some of the same mechanisms of growth and development; parenting books and the internet tell us that most children do this as well.  When the kids were little, we’d watch them becoming older, more mature, and marvel at their independence – and then suddenly they’d be clingy and fearful.  It seemed they had regressed two years overnight.  Then, a few weeks or a month later, they bounced out and moved on, standing taller than ever, butterflies with new wings.  They had just needed that reassurance, that sense of touching home base, of being sure that there was a safe place behind them before they moved on to the next part of their broader world view.

That’s how I see America right now.

EIGHT WHOLE YEARS with a black president?  All that LGBT legislation protecting the dignity of all people?  The hard-line conservative core reacted like 6-yr-olds.  There was just too much change, too fast.  With this election, conservative America had a chance to regress for a while, to touch home base, and that’s the way the country voted.

Just like my kids at that age, though, we’ve *seen* the broader world.  The genie is out of that bottle.  We know it will be waiting for us; we know we’re going to go back to it.  America would just like a few more years under a fuzzy blanket, please.   Give us 8, 10, 15 years and we’ll be back where we were and then some; we will remember this episode as an embarrassing and brief blip in our history.

That’s my hope, anyway.  Don’t think it’s inevitable – it’s not.   Don’t think it won’t take a lot of effort – it will.  We need to do our best, as the parents of this still-young country, to keep prodding it to be better, to keep calling our elected officials, to keep yelling when yelling will help. to keep whispering when whispering works, to keep loving the country and the idea of the country.

It seems very dire right now, and many of my friends worry that the current spectacle is reminiscent of the Nazis.  They’re not wrong, and there is evil afoot in the world – it looks like intolerance, it looks like intransigence, it looks like the willful suspension of belief in facts, and we must speak against it when we see it.   Fascism is a scary specter, but don’t think it’s inevitable – it’s not.

America may not have been ready for the social progress that it made, but it will be.  This is a road we’re paving slowly, and the pendulum will swing back toward education, toward tolerance, toward dignity and a more worldly world view.

That’s my hope, anyway.

In the mean time…

Don’t Panic.

 

It has a Name!

31 January, 2012 | | 2 Comments

So, it’s been 4 weeks with the horoscope, to mixed reviews.  The ManFAQ, mayitrestinpeace, was usually only a single question – not a bad gig if you’ve got a week to write it.  This sucker, man – do you realize there are 12 of those things?  Each week?  What was I thinking?

But there are good sides.  I’ve touched people’s lives.  Amarina wrote in from Australia to say that her horoscope from 2 weeks ago was “spot on, mate!”  Inga from Germany told me hers last week was “frighteningly to the pin” which I’m reliably informed means that I got it right.  Several Canadians have mentioned that the forecasts seem too accurate to be just chance, and 90 percent of Americans polled indicted that they were considering taking out restraining orders because their horoscopes were not just forecasting their futures, but actually creating them.  

However, this has only been the case when those horoscopes have been, well, not to put too fine a point on it, lousy.  For those few times I’ve indicated a pleasant week ahead, smooth sailing, you’re rockin’ out this time – dead wrong. 

What can we derive from this?  Either (A) I’m a prescient genius, (B) everyone’s been having a really shitty month, (C) shitty prophecies are self-fulfilling, or (D) all of the above.   Since I have yet to win the lottery, I can safely discount (A).  I think we can probably safely chalk up (B) to the fact that it’s January.  That leaves (C), which tells us that people generally expect things to go wrong and are usually unsurprised to find themselves once again ankle deep.  Here’s where we pull out the Philosophers.  Who can help us? 

Thomas Hobbes, of course!   Solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.  Since we know the lives of men (and ladies) are mostly pretty bleak, we can simply quote Leviathan:

“Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of Warre, where every man is Enemy to every man; the same is consequent to the time, wherein men live without other security, than what their own strength, and their own invention shall furnish them withall. In such condition, there is no place for Industry; because the fruit thereof is uncertain; and consequently no Culture of the Earth; no Navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by Sea; no commodious Building; no Instruments of moving, and removing such things as require much force; no Knowledge of the face of the Earth; no account of Time; no Arts; no Letters; no Society; and which is worst of all, continuall feare, and danger of violent death; And the life of man, solitary, poore, nasty, brutish, and short.”

From now on, I can predict with pedagogical prescience that my astro-illogical dances with your destiny will be entirely accurate.  From this Friday forth, may I present:  The Hobbesian Horoscope.

Doomed, we are.  Doomed.

 

Still here?

22 May, 2011 | | No Comment

Man, what did we do wrong?  I am just shocked – shocked, I say – to find that we’re all still here.  God must have a soft spot for Bourbon, though – sometime during the Preakness, several mint julips appear to have been caught up in the Rapture.  I’m sure I don’t know where they went. 

Well, back on our heads.  I sure wouldn’t have missed the Donald’s hair, though.