Bite your palm

I'm up late, reading aand writing, study study study. I'm so close to the end I can almost taste it, I just wanna take a big bite of the freedom and satisfaction of a job...done. But the closer I get the more I feel like a little boy trying to bite his palm. You pull the fingers back with your free hand, try and expose the flesh in the center of your hand, gnashing of teeeth, all biting in thin thin air. The teeth never do sink in. Even when something is as close as your palm, you still might not be able to get at it. We can't have everything we see.

I'm going to stop now, stop writing this. I'm going to try again. I can almost taste it. So close...

The Blog of Doubt

I doubt, therefore nothing.

You know, I walk around a lot in this city. And a lot of the time things come to me on these walks. Sometimes I'm walking to the coffee shop downtown and suddenly I am struck with the perception of a pattern, an order in things that I was hitherto blind to. I'm not talking about transcendent universal truths here or anything as grandiose as all that. Just ideas, sometime big sometimes small. Like how the integration of centralized computer control in heavy traffic areas would not only speed everything up, it would take the wheel and the gas pedal away from YOU! or me for that matter, or that dick with the big truck. Let's face it, people are terrible drivers. I am, you are, he is and she is too. Bus drivers suck, truck drivers suck, minivan drivers suck, little cars suck, cube van drivers suck; YOU ALL SUCK!! WE ALL SUCK AT DRIVING!!!!!!

so for christsake, we've got to save ourselves from ourselves. We have the technology, we can make it better. You can still have your damn car, your trusty mule, but you have to have a device installed on it to drive in busy areas.

Anyway that's the kind of crap I start thinking about. Have you ever seen the movie 'Network'? Peter Finch plays a TV newscaster who becomes the mad prophet of the airwaves. its good, really good. Trust me. Finch has this monologue that keeps haunting me. He walks into the studio and sits down at the new desk in front of the camera, on the air in 3...2...1...

I don't have to tell you things are bad, everybody knows things are bad.

Watch it here.

and here.

and here too.