Different Kinds of Leftovers...

Well... the carcass has been cleaned and there are the frenzied shopping daze to look forward to ahead with crowds of mindless fiends grabbing for everything in sight.

I still find it amazing, seeing how we're supposedly in an economic crisis, that the ambivalence and deep-set denial just phases no one- $$-away! Then there are those who are really bunking-down and sacrificing themselves for their deprived children as the NYtimes wastes commentary on-- what's a woman to do if she can't buy those designer jeans-- oh, I'm going to cry!

Meanwhile Mumbai has it's own beast running amok and I had to stop a moment and take a double take of the New Agey Deepak Chopra suddenly sounding like a connected and interested SA native speaking from a level of genuine concern. Of course he's broadcasting from the comforts of Cali, (and I think I almost was hearing some of the dripping hooey trying to seep out with the "inflammation creates more inflammation" prognosis) as most of us can just meekly observe, shudder and keep our thoughts with those caught up in within this unfolding tragedy.

Think it's time to stop "wishing" things will get better and start engaging in much more profound and meaningful ways that can bridge dialogue and further understanding of just what is at stake here, how our politics and policies and $$ affect all of us in means we just don't want to contemplate fully... especially when our stomachs remain full- satiety can dull one to complete complacency.

-t

: Ringraziamento Felice :

And the prayer, which my mouth is too full to express,
Swells my heart that thy shadow may never be less,
That the days of thy lot may be lengthened below,
And the fame of thy worth like a pumpkin-vine grow...
- John Greenleaf Whittier

A Diet of Hope... Don't Forget the Tums

Seems Mr Hitchens and I were on the same serendipitous wavelength...

Barack to Reality: Obama's victory didn't magically eliminate America's problems and enemies

Back To Reality...

... I have to tell myself at this point what I loved in this man: his boundless energy and curiosity; his ability to appreciate small mundane urban things, like gratings, corners, cast-off objects; a kind of stolid determination and ingenuity in exploring unfamiliar terrain, both artistic and theoretical, his melancholy face, his sensitivity. Does one have to articulate such thoughts or do they become apparent in everyday interaction, through gesture and look? Did I assume too much or was he simply not receptive? Was I really so parsimonious with look, gesture, and word? ---------

On Everyone's Mind...