Saturday, January 25, 2020

Saturday, January 25, 2020

 You know, it almost never fails but I get more hits when I eschew the News and concentrate on the Gibberish. I mean, it's not giant or even notable numbers, but it's the only time I hit double digits. I wonder what it says.

 I can put hours' worth of effort into a 1200-word detail explanation of some aspect of modern politics, like the Impeachment, breaking it down to as simple and coherent as I can.I might was well be writing about Doug Sahm or, hell, even Charlie Whitehead. I'm not sure what is means, if people just don't care or my take is so unexceptionable it isn't worth considering. I mean, I rarely bring anything new to the table, but I try to at least give the most basic, ground-level information and encourage readers to seek further information on their own.

 Whether it's about politics or an obscure-ish musician's wider than expected influence on pop music or another football game, that's always how I've approached Journalism. It's what Don Hill taught me and what the professors at University of Florida taught me. It's what people I've written about, be it a junior high basketball coach or cattleman-turned-luthier, told me I did well. It's what I'm good at. It's about the only thing I'm good at.

 Whether I am still is a question but I think for the most part I am. So if it's not really singing when applied to politics, perhaps I should focus it elsewhere. The question is what, though. I really don't want to write solely about music again, even if I was willing to hype up myself to make it worth the effort. If I'm going to make that much an effort for anything - and believe you me it is an effort - it's going to be something I want to do rather than just can do.

 There's plenty of other interesting things that'd be interesting to read about, but I'm not sure just what I'd want to spend that much time on. That's always been a strength and a weakness. There's something to be said about being able to fit in anywhere and there's something to be said about being a particular taste. Either way, it's a lot of work, and I think it's better to make sure it's really sincere.

 Any academic interests I'd think would need varying sources of information that are more informed and possess more Latin than me. That means interviews, and no thank you. Another aspect of the general lethargy that's knocking me down. There is something to be said for sitting back and enjoying the ride, but it does put limits on one's world.

 It goes back to what I was talking about yesterday, my inability to categorize and tendency to cast too wide a net. Some people can get away with that. Arguably Tom Wolfe and Mary Roche can pull it off, so maybe it's a matter of skill and art. If that's the case, I don't know how to pull that one off.

 I spent all day checked out and reading essays of questionable quality exploring the Simulation Theory. Do I really want to get into the News? Not really, but it is an Interest so I might as well. The third day of Impeachment has come and gone, and the Trump people started their defense arguments. From what I'm bothering to gather, it's part of the on-going attempts at re-defining reality instead of owning up. "How dare you, even though it doesn't matter, how dare you?" That's what it boils down to, it seems, and it hard seems worth it to give it too much attention. Again, feel free to do your own research.

 I want to put more of Mike Pompeo's butthurt at Mary Louise Kelly into the Aether. That boy is petty as hell, and it's another example of how the Trump Administration is full of complete bastards. And, no, I don't believe Republican senators were actually upset with Adam Schiff repeating the story about the "heads on a pike" threat. Furthermore, I don't care. Nobody believes you were going to vote to convict Trump until Schiff brought up how big the assholes in Trump's inner circle actually are. You value your phony baloney jobs too much and The Base would eat you alive with mac-&-cheese if he told them to, don't give me that.

 Okay, that's enough. I don't need to bum myself out. Lethargy is like particularly sticky mud. I'm going to read this article about the "dark energy mystery" and maybe play some more Pillars of Eternity 2. Maybe fool around with something else, I got plenty of backlog.

Friday, January 24, 2020

Friday, January 24, 2020

 Another day in a row I got no drive a'tall, and thus, don't really feel like doing this. I will, though, because I need to keep doing it. For some reason, even just to have something to tell myself I need to do.

Thursday, January 23, 2020

Thursday, January 23, 2020

 Momma bought her a Jamey Johnson CD, The Dollar, from Amazon, so she gets the MP3's along with the physical CD. I have Amazon Prime Music Unlimited so she's playing her new album as well as discovering the 300-plus Gigs worth of music I have on there. That should keep her occupied for a few days.

 She's also in a really good mood with lots of energy. See, Momma's 70, has had torn ACL in both knees, had one kneecap replaced and is overweight. In the last couple of days she's been going to the gym at ICC, and after a long, long time of trying to find one that's right for her - particularly here in Northeast Mississippi - she's hit pay dirt with this one. She says she's got so much energy she's worried what's going to happen, because that's how her mind works.

 I tell her enjoy it because I feel like someone sucked the life right out of me. I don't know if it's the front that's moved - it's rained like pouring piss out of a boot all day - or because I've been out of lithium since Monday. It's been refilled, so hopefully that'll whack me out of this mood. Granted, this is just another fluctuation in the sour frame of mind I've been in since the first of the year. Might just be the Brand New Year Blues, I don't know.

 Part of it is frustration with this. I've been pounding away at this gibberish for six months plus, now, and it's still pretty much the same gibberish it was when I started. I am still enjoying myself but one thing that's bugged me for years is a lack of purpose, a lack of direction for my existence, and frankly, I'm not finding one here. Fun is fun, sure, but maybe I've spent too much time having fun. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly fine with leaving no footprint on the sands of time, and a hard look around makes me glad I'm not leaving anything behind when I leave.

 Ah, well. Dark thoughts and foul moods. My cynicism is getting the best of me and I'm finding myself with less patience with the rest of the world. Twitter gives too many people with too little to say too much of a platform, and our only recourse is to be that much more vapid and unoriginal. It's all performative and glamour without actual substance, it feels like. Which is, of course, arrogant as hell of me. Where do I get off passing judgement on everyone else's plasticity when I've got nothing going on inside.

 Anyhow. The third day of Impeachment is in swing, and it seems the GOP strategy is to not pay any attention through the actual trial while expressing outrage that anyone would dare question that Prince of Men, Donald Trump. The Democrats are providing a good case and there's still something like six Republican Senators on the bubble, but when the rubber hits the road, they're doing what they're told.

 Again, the GOP spent the past 30 years getting the base in the mood to attach themselves to a charismatic authoritarian who'd threaten "enemies", be they foreign countries or the U.S. press or even just people who didn't vote for him. What they didn't expect, though, is Trump's ascendancy, someone who'd take that spot with none of the subtlety or skill that American politics requires. Reagan, Nixon, either Bushes would've gotten away with something similar if all they cared about was pleasing The Base. That's all Trump cares about, though, because The Base feeds his ego and they would be perfectly happy if the last thing all of his "enemies" saw the barrel of a gun.

 I don't know. I'm just in a mood. Here's another link to the Willie Nash petition and another example of how half-ass Mississippi runs its prisons. Again, though, the average Mississippian is fine with this, because the cruelty is the point. We're a very Puritan/Hobbsian nation and especially state sometimes. I am about a third of the way through Pillars of Eternity II and spent most of my waking moments today reading Jorge Luis Borges short stories while listening to Johann Sebastian Bach while it rained all day.

 Let's be honest, if nothing else, that's not a bad way to spend the day.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

 Still out of it and disinclined to get back into it. This is the fifth or maybe sixth day in a row for this sort of mood. In the same state, I'm not really into doing this, either, but we do have our pride.

Monday, January 20, 2020

Monday, January 20, 2020

 Really not up for, well... anything today. We are in the grip of some Serious Dumb, friends and neighbors, and despite the bright, shining sun, I am not optimistic about our chances for smartening up anytime soon. Regardless, Work is Work, we'll knock this out quick and go back into hiding.

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Sunday, January 19, 2020

 I've been staring at an empty screen long enough to just say "the hell with it" and start putting down whatever comes out. This is becoming a habit, this sort of lead-in paragraph, whenever I don't have anything specific to write about. However, since no one is paying me, I don't see a problem.

Saturday, January 18, 2020

Friday, January 17, 2020

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Thursday, January 16, 2020

 Last night wore me out, man. I'm not kidding, I got that thing wrapped up, hit published and went right to bed. All for a total of five, maybe six readers. Ah, well. If I was interested in money and fame, I'd a-stayed a short-order cook.