whitebread

It has come to my attention through this brian eno album that I’m currently listening to that I have made life difficult for those around me, and I apologize. Yeah, I hurt my wrist, and yeah, that sucks on some level. But stuff happens, and it’s time to get over it. The outpouring of support I have received has been hard to comprehend. “Healing but not healed” is only one step from “completely healed”, and a damn sight better than “will never heal” or “will only heal with surgery”. So grow up whitebread.

“We are all born the same way, we all want to be happy, and we all die.” — His holiness the Dalai Llama

Dr. M-Gaggie will be coming to visit me in MPLS…how exciting is that? Hopefully I’ll have time to put together a large list of things we can to do during his stay so he can pick and choose. A house call from this particular Dr. may be just what I need.

Also, I just pushed a bunch of stuff on to a hash of arrays.

Someone wrote a very nice note on my Clarity post (you have to click on the title to see comments) but did not sign their name. To whomever wrote it, please email me so I know who you are. If you are a robot, nice job in convincing me that you’re real. On to the more introspective portion of this here entry.

In cmans words, “Chances are, you’re just going to be average”. Which is comforting and disappointing in turns. Sometimes I really wish I were great. You know, like really great. Or even (gasp) stupefyingly great. I mean, Mr. Borlaug went to the UMN, right?

One last thing. As of the instant I am typing this, Iraq has cost the United States $356,392,034,693. If you have difficulty putting that number into real terms (as I do) that’s the value of 700 new schools in each of the 50 states.

And, all in a moment, clarity is regained.
I have been depressed over the past few days, and now I know why: I have felt like a failure for not being able to control, well, everything.

A short list for the intersted:
The war in Iraq.
War in general.
The administration’s environmental policy.
Most of the administration’s other policies.
My own inability to make myself happy. (Talk about a negative-feedback loop)
My wrist.

Reading this over, I seem like a rather silly creature. Hopefully I’ll do better in the future. For now, all I have to do is sit back and wait for the return of b.

As most of you already know, I broke my wrist on the Greenway a few weeks ago. The experience has reminded me of many things, from the quality of my friends to the frailty of my own psychology.

And now, to live up to the title of this post:
We did not evolve to be happy.
Punishment for a crime is only effective if it deters repetition of the crime.
An unexamined immediate emotional reaction is rarely, if ever, helpful.
When in doubt, get out of the house.