Yesterdaaaay.

Wondering aloud, how we feel today. Quite bored. Fair enough, there`s a limit to my enthusiasm for conversation about parenting and the actions of kids in my life.

So granted, an interesting christmas. Though nothing of particular to note. The latest anonymous was quite interesting, nice videos, and the article on current social malaises was quite intelligent and just my brand of disillusioned bitterness at the lies of cultural expression. Though that doesn`t really translate for me into much in the way of actionable understanding. Which it really in`t supposed to. Or maybe it is, though it`ll take more than a well worded rant to re-illusionize me... And that is the problem though, the greatest re-illusionizer is as always inclusion, not truth. The wonderful world of soloists like me is frailer then i at times admit, though i am more honest about it then some.

So, the wonderful experience of inclusion and participation, and it`s coercive capacity relative to elaboration and analysis. Analysis is my favourite, it always has been, but i can`t by any reasonable measure consider myself an able wielder of. (Who am i kidding, i`ve analyzed further then most, mhich makes me acutely aware of the limitations of analysis outside of sanctioned, structured activity.
Oh crap, temporarily relocated to solipsistic drone-mode. Fair enough place if i use the right words.
Speaking of words, the excerpt in december`s Harper`s from the novel dealing with the plague of expression was a real treat. THough i am somewhat annoyed at my manner of enjoying the negative maximal on watching ones kids learn the art of expressing themselves and fawning over them every step of the way. If i had a moral fibre in my body i`d just withdraw myself from that entire scene instead of taking such joys at the inverse maximals to what i have to present every day. Oh well, it ends up as my edition of "the Office" somehow. Though that might be not the aptest of comparisons.

The unexamined life.... Bah, humbug. Nah, not really. If i hadn`t examined my life as thoroughly as i do i`d really consider it stillborn. And as it is now i consider my life to be at its most interesting point yet! Too bad there has to be this level of socioeconomic malaise for me to think that life really is getting interesting. (This is not technically true, it`s not the malaise, but my general improvement over the past years which afford me these joys, but seeing some of the illusions of society collapse and fling its rubble in all directions heedless of any person unfortunate enough to be in its vincinity has its cruel charms.)

Lifestyleeeeees of the rich and the famooooooous. THey`re always complaaaaaaaining.
Frog X-ing. Splat. Sph`Lat

And now back to normal. There can be quite the opportunity to get something done as soon as this social representation season comes to an end.

There will be enjoyment.
Food and kids. Gaaaaaaaaaah. Mind if i relocate to somewhere i don`t have to listen to this prattle? Prattle is still a remarkable word. i absolutely adore it. ANd now, dolls!
Of guys and dolls on broadway indeed!

THings temporarily livened up later, and it ain`t all bad.