Today at work I performed my monthly ritual of changing the calendar over to July. Even as I complain about how time seems to crawl past, it seems only a few days ago that I flipped over to June. Sometimes it's easy to forget just how fast time really does pass. It served as a bit of a wake-up call to me, as I sit here wishing the days and weeks would fly past. Entire lives, hell, entire eras are made in one single summer. Take the "Summer of Love" for example. 1968. One little summer, yet it defined an entire social movement. We're only nine days into the Summer of '05... who knows what wonderful things may happen, and what I'll miss if I spend the season with my head buried in the sand.
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One other thing about Guantanamo Bay. What is it with people calling it "Gitmo"? Doesn't it strike you as kinda wrong to cutesy it up with a nickname that sounds like the next Disney sidekick? Iago, Mushu, Gitmo. It removes any sense of threat, almost to the point of sounding like a place you'd want to visit. Hell, "Guantanamo Bay" already sounds more like a salsa dance club than the political prison that it really is. How much longer will we keep sweeping this under the rug?
And what's with the Bush administration denying access to UN inspectors? The last time somebody did that, they got invaded and overthrown.
I dunno. Just doesn't seem right. We Americans are so good at pulling wool down over our very own eyes.
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My 16 year old cousin makes me sick. She parties more in one week than I have in my entire life. Kids these days... sigh
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There's more, including thoughts on how my life is a song with three independent yet tightly linked verses, and hanging out with Mr. Reiki last night (pg-13 rated). Jim Beam, though, is telling me to go to sleep, and I must heed his call. Good night.
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One other thing about Guantanamo Bay. What is it with people calling it "Gitmo"? Doesn't it strike you as kinda wrong to cutesy it up with a nickname that sounds like the next Disney sidekick? Iago, Mushu, Gitmo. It removes any sense of threat, almost to the point of sounding like a place you'd want to visit. Hell, "Guantanamo Bay" already sounds more like a salsa dance club than the political prison that it really is. How much longer will we keep sweeping this under the rug?
And what's with the Bush administration denying access to UN inspectors? The last time somebody did that, they got invaded and overthrown.
I dunno. Just doesn't seem right. We Americans are so good at pulling wool down over our very own eyes.
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My 16 year old cousin makes me sick. She parties more in one week than I have in my entire life. Kids these days... sigh
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There's more, including thoughts on how my life is a song with three independent yet tightly linked verses, and hanging out with Mr. Reiki last night (pg-13 rated). Jim Beam, though, is telling me to go to sleep, and I must heed his call. Good night.
posted by Grover at 7/01/2005 04:58:00 PM
1 Comments:
Time moves far too quickly, erasing and creating. The older you are, the shorter time seems to be, every second shorter than the last. These days I barely notice months, years are getting tricky to spot. Days disappeared yonks ago.
I wonder if I'll get to my nan's age, decades escape her without notice. :)
Gitmo, LOL, sounds like a more irritating version of a certain gremlin ancestor. People shorten everything, good or bad - just too lazy to utter so many syllables. ;)
Kids these days are worrying. Very much so.
Night night. :)
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