My Kid's In Greece

At the risk of abasing myself (like I haven’t done that five or ten or a million times), I’m writing what I guess amounts to as a “brag” post about my kid.  I’m sorry.  It makes me sick too when parents go on endlessly about their kids.  We can only hope that it turns out to be a little more than that.

My kid is living this summer in Greece.  To be more specific she’s living in Pachia Ammos on the island of Crete.  This is one of those ridiculously idyllic picturesque Greek towns that we’ve either visited or seen in magazines and movies that make us all wonder why the hell we live where we do.  It’s a tiny town of some 400 people, without a Pharmacia or an ATM but in perfect Greek symmetry, has two Tavernas and a couple of small hotels.

400ppm - That's It! Printer Boy Is Ready For Some Obedient Civil Disobedience!

 

Hey people, did you hear the news?

Last week as I was maneuvering my Japanese carbon emitter home, I heard on the radio that scientists have been taking consistent readings of over 400ppm of carbon dioxide in the Arctic.  This is now well above the 350ppm that is considered a sustainable amount of emissions.

Awesome huh?  Imagine how lucky we are to be experiencing this first hand.  I mean think about it, the last time there was this much CO₂ on the planet, was 800,000 years ago.  Boy, are we ever lucky!  Sounds like winning the lottery huh?

Pets - WTF?

They say it was about 9,000 BCE, during the Mesolithic Period that humans first started to domesticate animals, starting with the dog.  Oh, those damn Mesolithicians!

We have a dog.  Don’t tell anyone, but I guess I love the little bastard.  They say familiarity breed’s contempt but I think the inverse is true as well.  If you’re faced with the same little panting sack of halitosis, walking on top of you in bed, day after day, I guess it’s damn near impossible not to develop some sort of affection for what is ultimately a scourge, a blight, an affront to me and my lifestyle.

The Weak Link in Descartes Proof of the Existence of God - COSTCO!

Courtesy of Wikipedia

I wonder if Descartes would have thought it a worthy enterprise to prove the existence of God had Costco existed in the 1600’s.

  

Amelia came home the other day after completing her third year.  We had a busy day ahead of us in preparation for sneaking away for the weekend.  I dropped Suzanne off at her mother’s home, and then picked up Amelia at the airport.  From there the two of us headed to Suzanne’s mother’s apartment to clean.   Gloria has recently moved into a home and we were tasked with the final cleanup at the old place.

Honesty Or Pinko Subversion - A Happy Little Perspective on the Evolution of Civilization or the Paranoid Ramblings of a Blogging Madman!

Yikes, what a title but I honestly don’t know what honesty means anymore. 

 

It just seems to me that there is a lot less spontaneity or individuality left in the mainstream.  Maybe it’s always been like this and it just seems more prevalent now because of the Internet.  I often feel like somebody or some groups are constantly creating ideas and rallying support for them through well-crafted campaigns designed to coral us into a bunch of meaningless directions?

Here comes the conspiracy theory stuff - it’s obvious we have the technology in place that makes it way easier to create and disseminate these opinions.  I’m just afraid that the unfortunate objective of the message is to keep our eye off the ball and keep us somehow wasting time in the perversity of this paradigm.

Inspiration For Writing - Ugh Humanity!

Whenever I’m desperate for any creative inspiration all I really have to do is go to trusty ol’ Huffington Post or any other news outlet site.  Just recently for example.  Imagine my delight when I read about the little buffoons that that big buffoon Donald Trump spawned.  Apparently these two fine young specimens enjoy taking down large wild African animals.  These geniuses were on a big-game hunt last year and shot - get this - elephant, crocodile, kudu, civet cat and waterbuck.

I can’t even comprehend the intelligence quotient of someone in possession of a high-powered rifle at the edge of a riverbank leveling it at a crocodile from a distance.  Talk about sport!

The eldest of the pair of morons defended their “hunt” on Twitter.  Tweating the following ingenious justification - “In some parts (of Africa) it’s over populated (with animals)” and “Bottom line with out hunters $ there wouldn’t be much left of Africa.  Eco is nice but no $”.

This provokes a couple of questions.

Why on earth did our eco have to grow up poor?

Why on earth did Donald Trump’s little tadpoles have to be fertile?

Drunken Altruism

I love Cuba.

We’ve been there a lot.  We’ve done a lot of the “All-Inclusive” thing there.  I know I’ve slagged it as not being a truly cultural way to travel but it provides a reasonably priced way to get our feet on the ground and we’ve found many ways to enhance the experience.

Cuba is a really remarkable place.  It’s unbelievable to me that this little island country of 11 million has staved off that imperialist defender of democracy 90 miles to the north for over fifty years.  Regardless of your politics you’ve got to somehow admire this.  By no means do I extol the special little brand of Marxism that Fidel, Raoul and the boys have going on down there but I will always be a fan of the underdog and admire the tenacity of the little guy.