Still beating that horse
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Silence
Topic: Simple Things
Okay, I'm still arguing with the SF purists that SF must be about people, because the wayward path of science is pretty much unreliable. As a hobbyist I realize that the constancy of scientific theory is oddly unreliable in terms of creating lasting work. I suppose it is possible that "John Carter Warlord of Mars" by Edgar Rice Burroughs can prove me wrong when something passes from theoretical science into fantasy, but that not withstanding, fiction has to hold on to humans, who have proven remarkably more reliable in being unchanging creatures of lust, greed, hope, joy, and persistence than science will be a land of persistent truth.

To that end, another letter to SciFi Weekly is printed below:

“We take a science, or create a new one but still linked to present-day science, then project it forward. The world we create in such follows certain rules of logic, partially created by science.”
~J.G. te Molder~

Here is the basis for my problem with hard core Science Fiction purists. Science is, very generally, our best educated guess at any given point in time. The number of theories that have been wrestled with for 80 or more years, only to be discarded and replaced as our ability to make better educated guesses on the nature of things, is staggering. I revere science. You may not think so, but I believe that scientific study is probably our single most important endeavor as beings. I believe our ability to improve ourselves can only come through scientific study. I don’t, however, believe science is capable of giving us final answers, because it is a living thing, constantly open to new ideas, understandings, and revisions and also, it is limited by our capacity to understand and express it. To take a current Scientific theory and extrapolate it out to a logical conclusion is good and well for creating an internal logic for any fiction--in this same way fantasy writers must maintain rules about their worlds or they too degenerate into much babble--but to dismiss something because you feel the science in it is unprovable is not only arrogant, it is quite foolish.
How many hard core SF folks have laughed off intelligent, easily mistaken for human, robots? How about zipping across the galaxy in a large ship in a matter of days or weeks? Perhaps you’ve read about time travel and found the underlying science a joke? None of these can be pulled from science as we understand it today and projected as a real possibility in the centuries ahead, but still stories, fine stories, with these basic assumptions exist. Imagine, superluminal (FTL) speeds were considered impossible until our study of quasars implied otherwise. In fact, the debate over quasars is an excellent example of the nature of science to peel away layers of a truth, and once finding it, discover we must begin peeling again.
So, we have two basic types of science: Theoretical Science and Practical Science. Basing a work on Practical Science will probably be reliable for some time to come–if not forever. However, it might creak of age, when viewed in 10-20 years as our ability to apply it improves. Anything based on the practical will be pretty safe. For example, there is no doubt about the nature of phosphorus. Its practical uses and behaviors have proven themselves time and time again.
Theoretical Science, on the other hand, hangs by a string. Take electrons for example: we know there are electrons, but can only know where they are at a given instant. We believe we know how they work, what their purpose is, and we can find them. We can’t, however, trace their travel routes or know their trajectory when moving between two given points. In short, as has been observed, “An electron must be assumed to be everywhere at once and yet nowhere.” (A very rough quote from “A Brief History of Everything”). Do you want to write a story that extrapolates on the behavior of an electron? Is it possible that we, too, can be everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Theoretical Science asks questions, posits possibilities and names things, placing them in the stack of unknowns, waiting for a time in which it will, by investigation, be understood. At that point it may be renamed, it may be discarded, or it may create a larger problem. Remember we still haven’t found the elusive Unified Theory, though String Theory goes a long way toward taking us there. Practical Science on the other hand is science that is proven by replication. This is how science works: it sets up a sacred cow and begins throwing things at it until it falls down. If we fail to dislodge it, after a while, it becomes canon. Maybe someday it will fall, but until it does, we will accept it as known fact.
For all we know, the thing we are most certain of is, we know so little of what there is to know. In short, there is a great deal of Phlogiston still out there. Let’s not be so arrogant that we think otherwise. And please, let’s not dismiss good fiction on that basis alone.

Finally I'm going to recommend some books for those of you interested in the study of science and espescially scientific history:

Faster Than Light: Superluminal Loopholes in Physics By Nick Herbert
The Elegant Universe by Brian Greene
A Brief History of Everything By Ken Wilber
A Brief History of Time By Stephen Hawking

Science Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fantasy, and Speculative Fiction
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Little Fugue in G minor, JS Bach
Topic: Simple Things
I’ve noticed a curious phenomena lately. There is a great cry about what is Science Fiction and what isn’t. For example, Star Wars and Star Trek have been referred to widely as Science Fiction. Firefly/Serenity and Cowboy Bebop have been decried as “NOT!” Science Fiction. Some people call “John Carter Warlord of Mars” Science Fiction, but I don’t think anyone can make a serious case for that. So, where does this leave us in the world of SF, Fantasy, and Speculative Fiction in general?

I guess my first question is, “When did the definition of Science Fiction narrow to that which is speculatively possible in light of current given facts about the universe?” “We can’t include ESP in a Science Fiction work – that’s not SF!” goes the cry. But then that eliminates Asimov’s wonderful and groundbreaking Foundation Trilogy--which has at it’s heart a pseudo-math that can predict future developments and a mind controlling mutant--from our works of classic Science Fiction. So, is it SF or is it Speculative Fiction? More accurately, is it Science Fantasy?

My second question is, “Why does it matter what you call it as long as it is good entertainment?” All entertainment begs you to suspend belief to some degree. You have to accept that everyone agrees it is a good idea to split up and explore the house wherein individuals are being picked off while alone. We accept that a creature can survive in normal earth atmosphere and lives off human flesh even though it has acidic blood. There are probably no end to scientific arguments that the latter is silly and the former is foolish, but each advances the plot and deepens mood, and helps tell a (hopefully) compelling story about the people in that situation.

If you don’t like something because it offends your highly discerning scientific knowledge base, and it disgusts you that others are too stupid to realize the inherent fallacies of the fiction’s premise, then please, don’t feel a need to educate us on how stupid we are for enjoying it anyway. Being bitten by a radioactive/genetically modified spider isn’t going to result in cool powers and the ability to do neat things like swing through the skyscrapers of New York on a thin web, but it doesn’t make the idea any less fun for a great number of us.

Recently a group of scientists managed to put a group of atoms into a "Cat State" the state of being two diametrically opposed things at one time–in this case spinning clockwise and counter-clockwise simultaneously. This is very cool, very edgy science that has gone from theory to fact. However, it is important to remember that not all theory goes on to become fact. In this way ERB’s Mars series (based on some scientific thinking at the time) was “Science Fiction” now it is Science Fantasy. Nearly every novel and movie depicting space travel has large spacious rooms with “Earth normal” gravity as they tool through space at speeds we can’t approach now (and have many differing theories on how that can or can’t be accomplished). This is the equivalent of a New York coffee house waiter living in a 3,000 sq. ft. loft. All of our current ideas on creating portable gravity fields are rooted in theory that requires impractical, at best, and likely impossibly scaled equipment to make it feasible. In short, it is fantasy to imagine a ship with normal gravity in which to walk. Does knowing this “ruin” the story? I somehow doubt it.

Ultimately Science Fiction can’t be about gadgets and hard core science, it must be about people. Fantasy can’t be about dragons and magic, it must be about people. We write fiction not about things, but about that which makes us human. I so often feel I’m beating this horse to death, but no matter how many times I say it, there’s always someone caught up in the stuff and not the people in a story. Sometimes examining things in an impossible venue can help us see more clearly that which is “real” and “human” and to some extent engage and enlighten us about ourselves as a culture and a people.

What is Science Fiction? What is Fantasy? What is Science Fantasy and Speculative Fiction? They are attempts to examine the human race from a unique and hopefully visionary perspective. They are NOT any attempt to create a world that might one day be possible to experience or where we might go technologically as a culture (though some are more probable and possible than others). They are about who we are as a culture and a as a people. They are about being human in extraordinary circumstances, (even if we are aliens, elves, or sentient robots).

Born Fat and Lazy
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: The Eugenics War Vol 1
Topic: Health
Doctor on your back? Suffering from Diabetes type II or High Blood Pressure (HBP) -- perhaps you're morbidly obese? Maybe it's not your fault. Maybe like the Rhesus Monkeys in the This experiment you're genetically predisposed to inactivity.

We're pretty sure that there are certain fat levels that are caused by genetic factors as are certain of the ailments listed above -- but now, apparently your default activity level is part genetic as well.

I suppose we could blame a culture that starts us out glued to a static television set and feeds us unhealthy fat inducing foods, but it turns out that we are also victims of our genes. That for some of us, it may be actually harder to overcome our genetic predisposition to sedentary living. Perhaps were not lazy and unmotivated by choice, but rather by birth.

What other genetic death warrants are there hanging over our heads? How do we overcome them? Can we breed this out -- or perhaps like acne we simply must use whatever tools fall into our hands as best we can.

So, what I'm wondering is when you're predisposed to a sedentary existence, do you realize it? How do you actively fight it when you're given to inactivity? Is there an "Action" group that can save us from our basically inactive choices? When we choose to read rather than hike do we KNOW what drives that kind of decision?

This is a real problem and I don't mean to make too much light of it -- see one of my original posts to Mike Gallagher taking him to task for just calling fat people lazy. If you are inherently lazy or not prone to movement based activity fatness is a likely consequence. But like a fear of heights, can it be overcome? I'd like to know because I invested almost $700 dollars (and those who know me, know what a cheap SOB I can be) in a gym membership. That, as they say, is a lot of scratch. However, I found I couldn't read while doing the exercises and my wife felt left out when I tried to listen to books on CD. We are both given to sitting and reading rather than going on nature hikes -- we love cooking, but we are not by nature prone to physical activity. We have tried, but can find no joy in the repetitive process of exercise. Even the very nice rewards of being healthier, feeling better, and looking better doesn't seem reward enough for us. So, we sporadically go to the gym in a way that gives transitory benefits, but not long term success.

I ask you what are a pair of genetic couch potatoes to do?

Til next time.

Star Wars Apologists Unite
Mood:  cheeky
Now Playing: Apocalyptica
Topic: Movies
Okay, so now we're analyzing Star Wars as if it were art. It isn't art, regardless of what Lucas or his followers may say at this point. It was, and is, an homage to the old 'B' level serials put out for studios as "Throwaway" entertainment. Those of us who love serials (flaws and all) realize that they are laughable bad and great exciting fun all at the same time.

Star Wars was great fun the first three times and embarrassingly awful the last three times. That is the plain truth as I see it. Lucas, desperate for filmic success went back to the Star Wars well devoid of any real ideas in terms of plot, and an inability to write dialogue that makes you question his contributions in American Graffitti (the only well written film he's ever made).

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE episodes IV-VI and was very excited about episodes I-III (at the time, before I'd actually seen them, I was hoping he'd do the last three as well). And while they are visually stunning, they are the filmic equivalent of a super model -- nice to look at, but of no real value and they can overstay their welcome quickly.

I know this is blasphemy to a great number of people, but Lucas should have handed the story telling over to competent people and contributed design ideas and shot the film -- in no event should he be allowed to write dialogue or plot for anything as fundamentally enjoyable as the Star Wars universe again.

People forget that some of the worst Star Trek scripts were written by Gene Roddenberry, proving that having a good idea and executing a good idea, are two entirely different endeavors.

Getting into the groove
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Whatever is in the coffee shop
Topic: Simple Things
Okay, so I'm sitting in some coffee shop having downed a large chocolate/coffee (3 shots of espresso) drink and still kind of yawning. I am however finding time to write this and hopefully write even more than this. I am thinking about story possibilities and when I sit down to write, I will have a good deal of material at hand -- or at brain cell. My other project is also going well.

Spent last night with the SIW and we read the final chapter of part one of one of the member's work -- quite nice dialogue in that (I'm pretty good with dialogue having read and performed a good deal of it in my life). I think it is quite a marketable story. I also spend too much time at the Straight Dope Message Bords where a number of individuals doing Nanowrimo are also spending their time.

My other big productivity killer is City of Heroes which, to be honest, I should learn to live without. Ray Bradbury has an interesting quote, which I'm going to mangle, that goes something like: "Let them play video games. While they're doing that, I'll write another novel." There is much wisdom in that. I can't think of anything apart from pure pleasure that video games represent and unbalanced they are as bad as any other addiction you care to name. Part of the draw of COH is the community -- which is what always made RPG's so much fun. Hanging out, telling jokes, and, oh, yeah, trashing villains is a great way to pass the time.

Anyway, I'm curbing that for this month and hopefully can wean myself off of it entirely. It costs too much and wastes too much time (and is incidentally way too much fun!).

Anyway, time to close this, first post of actual story material goes up sometime Tuesday and the other project should be up Monday morning.

ddgryphon

Nanowrimo
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: Pentangle
Topic: Nanowrimo
It Begins Tuesday Morning at 12:AM

Well, I've begun compiling my general ideas to embark on Nanowrimo this year. It will be an odd adventure in modern day nowhere Kentucky. It will be going up daily -- I hope, unlike my serial that will be going up weekly -- still a lot of pressure considering all the other stuff going on (Windows Server, Unix training, Apache training). I'll probably be trying to pump out something like 2000 words a day -- whew! Just saying the number has me worried. Have I mentioned I tend to feast/famine myself. I'm either doing nothing or I'm doing way too much. I'm unsure how this will affect my composing for the month of November.

Anyway the first serial installment goes up Monday morning at 12:AM and I hope to have it completed by that afternoon with a start on the next week's installment. Then Sometime Tuesday the first chapter of the Nanowrimo project should be up here or on the parent website. I haven't decided how that is going to work.

The worst part will be editing the copy -- I'm hoping to con my significant other into that --we'll see.

ddgryphon

ARRRRRRRRRGH!!!!
Mood:  sharp
Topic: Windows Administration
And again I say ARRRRRRRGH!!!

Man, I took my current job to get off the Windows band wagon. I was assured it was a Solaris house and that we would never, ever touch Windows, that was for other people.

Well, guess what? Because some flaming cool toy things are only available to certain management and owning entities if we are running an MS Exchange server, I got one dropped on me just like an anvil in an old Warner Brothers cartoon.

I've installed Windows Server 2003 and am configuring it for certain unsavory tasks. I feel betrayed. I feel like I was just about to the rescue boat when it starts to sink!

Primal Scream Therapy is going to get a new lease on being in my life.

Regards,

ddgryphon

Serenity Weekend 2
Mood:  blue
Well, weekend 2 of Serenity has come and gone. It fell from #2 to #8, which all-in-all isn't that bad a fall, and it could comeback a bit next weekend. I'm going again, this time with my father.

I guess it just fails to have any mass appeal.


I'm bummed.

Not only that my blood sugar just hit 200 and I'm having great difficulty thinking.

I'm bummed.

Once more unto the breach. . .

Two very important topics as I once again attempt to develop a habit for blogging. I received in the mail a brand new invitation to retry my hand at Nanowrimo again this year. Well, I believe in second chances and the idea is a good one to develop the habit of writing (which is part of the reason I started this Blog in the first place--but I will have more on that later).

Right now I must state for all adults and children over 14: GO SEE SERENITY!!!!!! Currently 81% fresh on the Rotten Tomatoes Site (87% in the cream of the crop section!).

I am, admittedly, a big fan of Firefly, the aborted TV series, and I have apparently liked nearly everything Joss Whedon has produced, so I'm, as the saying goes, partial to the project.

Find out where it is playing and go see it. It is a truly fine piece of action adventure space opera with an out of this world score (very beautiful).

Okay, now that that's over, time for Nanowrimo. First of all, there's a nifty logo this year to indicate your involvement in the process. I'm unsure how I'm going to get around to it between trying to learn everything I can about the Solaris OS, rebuilding computers for my church, and trying to build some music compositions. Currently, efforts will center around doing some preliminary work before November 1, just to have some characters and situations in place. I don't want to sit down and do a cold write for a month, and I need time to organize my thoughts. If that doesn't get done, odds won't fall in favor of writing this year. However, that being said, I'm going to NOT let that dictate my involvement in the project and will write, even if it is only nonsense!

So, that's what's on my mind tonight as I slack off an evenings work. Hope all has been well with those who haven't been reading my posts before and anyone who stumbles across it.

Tempest in a D-cup

Well, almost everyone has heard of the dire circumstances surrounding last Sunday's Super Bowl and how terrible MTV exposed the better part of Janet Jackson's right breast for all of .5 seconds. There is moral outrage, wailing and gnashing of teeth (Justin and Janet took care of the rending of garments themselves).

My reaction goes something like this: How dare they interrupt the annual family festival of violence and barely dressed cheerleaders with less partial nudity than appears in a single episode of Baywatch! Really, CBS doesn't know what an MTV video is like? They didn't know what to expect? I was frankly more distressed by the nature of the lyrics and the dance in general (all the stuff they "approved" of in advance) than I was by Janet's mountainous asset popping out. In fact, just a glance at the backup dancers and what they were doing makes the overexposure Miss Jackson has experienced seem tame by comparison.

Also, I think we need to ask ourselves what kind of wholesome family entertainment we're dealing with in the case of football. In a world over-sensitive to curse words, violent video games, and addicted to shows like Jerry Springer does any of this really matter. Football is by its nature a violent activity. People are injured, people fight, and they don't apologize for it, but instead vow to hit the opposing team harder and push them back. It seems to me that a brief flash of a partially covered breast just does not matter in the face of that.

I went to see "Cold Mountain" a few weeks ago with my father and it contained a bit of gratuitous nudity (female), anachronistic sexual practices, and there were nearly a dozen kids in the audience under the age of 12 - with their parents. No one left in outrage. No one complained to the management. These same kids probably stay home and are exposed to soap operas in which the main characters switch partners more than a politician switches positions during an election year. I'll drag out all the Jerry Springer-like shows (which do seem to be dying off) that these kids watch unsupervised. Janet's breast is hardly the downfall of western society - it is at best a symptom, but certainly not as big a deal as everyone seems to want to make it.

Matrix Three -- a rambling on what might have been. . .
This is a speculation posted months before the final chapter of Matrix came out. Lots of theories, but this is my interpretation of things and how they should have worked toward a resolution.

Well, it all seems to be stuck in some kind of infinite loop. Perhaps Zion is a program that is used to generate the energy needed to power everything and the Matrix we currently know of is a decoy (or a sub-program to deal with certain given personality types). By giving humans a bogus cause to fight for -- an enemy to defeat -- it does two things:

1. keeps them from actively fighting the actual menace
2. Provides additional energy

That would explain Matrix related prophesies (when is the last time you met a truly rational person who bought into prophesies). It would make sense to plant some kind of hope like that to distract humans.

Of course it could be VR's within VR's within VR's.

If Smith is a virus (or a machine bound to a virus) and Neo is a human bound to a program, then clearly there is a third party. Also, it is likely that others could have less active (or obvious) bonds to programs. Morpheus for example could have been bound to a routine that pushes him toward finding and helping the one. He is somewhat monomaniacal in his beliefs about the the prophesies and risks everything to accomplish this.

If we accept that there are programs -- then there is a certain amount of pre-determination in the world (Programs designed for specific outcome -- like an assembly line robot). Two plus two will always equal four unless programed to equal 5 (or programed incorrectly or designed to give an answer based on some variable rather than a constant). Whatever the final answer is, it won't change unless the variables of the given programs and the routines that handle them are designed without constraints. However, if the program is designed to be self-correcting (that is, it compensates for variables that are out of bounds and answers outside a certain range of parameters) then it will always get the desired end.

This leaves us with two basic possibilites:

1.) The programs governing the world(s) either have a set outcome or an unexpected outcome. (That is it knows how things will end or it doesn't and is designed to output whatever comes of it).

2.) There is an error in the programing that will in effect either reset or stop the program if something occurs outside of its given parameters.

If we accept that the primary function of the program is to keep the humans subdued and producing energy, then it follows that the program is designed to reset to that end, regardless of variables or outcomes. i.e. when all is said and done, the program reboots and the whole affair starts over -- either with the initial set of constants and variables, or it mutates based on input from the last iteration. So, it reaches it's conclusion, and then filters the final set of variables, reassigning them either new or pre-set values then resets constants based on outcome of some "standard" set of values. If it also compensates by altering the running of the program, it can base it on outcome or random variables: available_cities = city_array[LA, Chicago, New York, Paris, London, Orlando, Moscow]; Neo_Lives_in = neo_city[city_array[random_city]; and so on.

In effect, everything is probably being done to distract both the machines and the humans, and is designed to manipulate them in a war among themselves, to keep them from their true function -- which we actually shouldn't have a clue. This would force the whole ending to be a Deus ex Mechina in which the the likely outcome will be a Mechina ex Deus.

Finally a new project

I had a bit of a breakthrough yesterday, and began sketch work on an libretto for an opera based slightly on a cult movie "Carnival of Souls". The movie itself plays out like a prolonged "Twilight Zone" episode, the pacing isn't very good and connections are incomplete, but the imagery and basic idea I find compelling. There is ample opportunity in the basic premise to question life and death and their relationship.

I've also had a job interview that went well at the University of Louisville School of Music that went well. I hope to be called back for a second interview. If I get it, I will be the sole tech support person for the school. It is quite a job, but I think I would enjoy it greatly.

I'm driving down to Bowling Green today to pay for Kayleigh's Spring Tuition -- that's where I'm off to now.

No real fear of developing a habit -- good or otherwise

Well, so much for accidentally posting every day. That, clearly, is not something I have to worry about. I would like to write every day, but can't seem to structure myself to do it. There's just too much going on in the family and such. I have idea after idea after idea and I can't force myself to sit down and write even once a week on a regular basis. I know that the ADD is a factor, but what to do about it. It isn't like there's a hungry market for fiction by me (or much of anyone anymore), but darn it, I think if I could at least get something down that would count for something -- even if it never sold.

Whine, whine, whine, I'm just an old malcontent. Again, much to do tomorrow, I've been sick these last few days and found it more difficult than usual to focus.

Take care all.

What's eating me today. . .

Well, I was listening to Mike Gallagher because he's fun to listen to and because he often has something valuable to contribute. Just to make it clear, I am rooting for Al Gore to have a successful left-slanted talk radio network. I welcome it, because in terms of clearly stating with unity, the right is currently kicking the living daylights out of the left. If Gore is successful, I can listen to the left and the right in their own little self-congratulatory camps and, as one network would have me do with just their view, decide.

Anyway, the subject was obesity. Now I've had problems with it -- thyroid issues that the medical community doesn't think worth treating (i.e. Hashimoto's Thyroiditis) and it makes maintaining a healthy weight difficult no matter how little or how healthy I eat. I make a serious effort to not eat large portions or generally unhealthy foods. I drink a good deal of water, but get little exercise because of certain physical issues. I've watched my wife battle her weight since she gave birth to our daughter nearly 18 years ago. I've seen her work with a personal trainer and spend 5 days a week doing a serious workout at the gym with little effect. All of this in spite of a fairly decent diet.

So, for me obesity is like depression. It is difficult to find the root cause and treat that. And saying you have to eat less is like saying you have to cheer up. It is a more complex issue than that.

To that end, I wrote Mr. Gallagher the following letter:

Mike:

Most of the time I support and agree with you. However, obesity is actually a more complex issue than it initially appears to be. I want to clarify that I find the idea of suing anybody for a personal willful act ridiculous at best. I feel the lawsuits against the tobacco companies were unmerited and have led to this obesity and even gun manufacturer lawsuits that make no real sense.

However, obesity is not a disease, it is rather a symptom. Unfortunately there is no one single reason why people are obese. There are those who sit and eat deep fried twinkie after deep fried twinkie and don't get it. They drink soft drinks instead of water (when in fact soft drinks only dehydrate you). There are also a great number of people who have tried Weight Watchers and anything else you care to name with no results. Telling an obese individual that they simply have to stop overeating is like telling someone suffering from depression that they need to snap out of it and start thinking happy thoughts. For some it is a genetic trap and the diet that they pursue doesn't fit well with their genetic background. For others, the culture in which certain eating habits were fine, have not been properly adapted to modern life. Others may eat because of depression, loneliness, isolation, poor sleep patterns, or even fear of other people. There are sometimes inherent self-worth issues in many obese people. Sometimes it is a cocktail of all of the above. While it is true that our society really doesn't help us in our quest to pursue a healthy diet. In fact, good information is hard to come by. There is also the issue of finding a diet that is suitable for your given lifestyle. (Sedentary work, low energy levels, inability to afford good food choices, or other issues). We are often given impossible ideals in terms of what ones body should look like. It can be very confusing for people not used to sorting through disparate and conflicting information to find the few scraps of useful data among the tons of (diet fads) misinformation and nonsense with which they are bombarded.

Treating obesity is like treating a cough. We can make you stop coughing, but unless we eliminate the actual root cause of the cough, you will always need cough medicine. Obesity is not the disease it is the symptom. The western medical community needs to look past the symptom and treat the actual disease.

Thank you, etc. . .

So, that was what was eating me today.

Tomorrow is a long year

Something has possessed me to make another entry -- two days in a row, if I'm not careful, this could become a habit. I've been running around preparing for New Year's Day (I will usually make some cabbage dish with a quarter in it) and have this year decided to try Corned Beef and Cabbage.

Oddly enough, it seems that Corned Beef and Cabbage is not festive enough for holidays in sweet mother Ireland, nor is it a native dish. Apparently it hails from New York City's Irish immigrant community. I'm too lazy for a cite right now. I doubt I'll make it to midnight, though lately I've found that staying up until midnight sober isn't nearly as interesting as my youthful experiences with New Year's Eve.

My daughter left early this afternoon to spend the holiday with her friends at WKU (Western Kentucky University) and has registered by phone her safe arrival. Driving for her is all about freedom. I suppose it was for all of us once. Funny how such a freedom can eventually seem like a prison, isn't it?

I'm off to watch a little TV, drink some Soy Milk, and rest before I walk the dog this evening -- 10:PM every night. I wish I could do everything this regularly. When the time comes and he's not there to drag me out, I will miss him terribly. Ten PM will become a terrible bittersweet memory. To rest, to rest, for later comes the test.