People move in the manner to which they are accustomed.
Silence is not stability. A river’s turbulence conceals obstacles.
The merest word or the most slight of tone often pushes a lever past its fulcrum.
“The last drop makes the cup run over” matches the thesis of the picture.
The problem isn’t “not knowing.” It’s the preference toward certainty over discovery.
Curiosity demands humility. Reality is always greater than our understanding.
Do we put in more work to preserve our filters and biases, defending them, or do we recognize our lack of understanding?
Creativity demands alternative explanations for everything, even what “everyone knows.” Intellectual stagnation is a complete failure of imagination, starting with the idea that what we know is incomplete. Or likely wrong.
Ignorance is not about what someone knows. It’s how they respond to not knowing.
Ignorance only survives because we seek certainty, comfort, and identity.
We’re having performance reviews at work. I can’t decide between baton twirling or interpretive dance.
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“Y’allternative” is one of those awesome words like hick-hop because it conveys exactly what you expect.
“Tie-Boned” is a word I came up with to replace “T-boned.” Instead of an accident, it’s a calamity caused by someone wearing a tie and concealing a hidden agenda. A person with dirty hands and ripped work pants can mess you up once. Someone with a tie can rig the entire system with a smile on their face.
I had a beautiful walk this morning in the stillness of the dark. Sounds carried strangely. It was easy to follow the barrel owl as it moved from block to block. I don’t know if it witnessed the strange flyover around 3:45 a.m.
Maximum confidence. Minimum information.
People who know the least tend to be the most certain. I see it day in and day out. I modified the original name of this and call it the Dumbass-Keurig effect, because it’s likely you’ll hear the dumbest nonsense when someone’s holding a cup of coffee and giving an opinion, completely oblivious to the fact that you want to put in an MRI order for them just to determine whether there’s a brain in there or not.
As an example, someone close to me recently had to deal with someone calling one of the most knowledgeable, educated people she knew “dumber than a box of rocks.”
It’s a tactic employed by ignorance to dismiss the presence of knowledge and intelligence. It’s corollary is the boring and clichè “no common sense” accusation.
Ignorance is a fixable condition. We’re all ignorant about a variety of things, often including things that deeply affect us. That’s okay, provided that we accept our lack of knowledge and understanding.
Which leads me back to my original point: Don’t leave your fingers inside the door frame when you close the car door.
My cousin’s daughter wrote a post about the calamities of having a large family. She accidentally coined a phrase that fired up my imagination: Red Bull & Tears.
I felt like it deserved a song. Even though I changed the meaning of her words, I think I captured the essence of running on fumes.
A closed door holds our focus much more than an open one ever could. Looking backward brings comfort because at least it is knowable.
Rule 47
“Anyone who posts words, policy, or statements by our current president for any purpose other than mockery or excoriation can no longer be taken seriously regarding any societal, political, or economic consideration.”
I can cite countless examples. The government shutdown can be ended without any Democrats voting in favor of it. By changing the filibuster rules, Trump and his Republican devotees can pass the budget bill immediately if they choose to do so. Given the increasing risk that Congress shall soon become an anachronism without teeth, it’s ridiculous to worry about tomorrow’s fire when our shoes are melting today.
People reposting Trump’s ill-informed and uneducated rants in support of something that’s factually untrue isn’t surprising. If racism, misogyny, fraud, and incitement toward insurrection aren’t deal breakers, it’s a deep well from which to draw an infinite spiral of malevolent ridiculousness.
If Trump wishes to be king, then let’s proceed with the coronation so that we can move on to a broken democracy. At least under that scenario, we will not be victim to an ongoing onslaught of “WTF”
moments, nor continue to hope for an end to the madness.
We can acclimate ourselves to the loss of the country we grew up in because we’ll have no other choice.
This isn’t politics. It’s madness and mayhem, driven by someone completely unfit to run a household, country, or company.
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I wrote a powerful rebuttal to something recently. I haven’t posted it. In doing so, I came up with a quote that covers much of problem inherent in what I wrote about. The quote in the picture is a snippet of the words I conjured.
Our society will not function unless the prevailing notion that ‘live and let live’ governs us. Politics is a choice, much like religion, opinion, or what color underwear you choose.
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Nighttide thoughts…
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This Place
I threw down the manual and kicked over my chair
one more set of numbers might murder my will to live
ain’t got another damned day to give
this place
this place
never had any grace
every second measured, each move under evaluation
human life reduced to numbers to the left of zero
ain’t got another damned hour to give
this place
this place
never had any grace
each morning takes a little corner of my mind
listening to contradictory and meaningless instruction
ain’t got another damned minute to give
this place
this place
never had any grace
if I don’t break free and surrender from this place
even the idea of me might dry up and blow away
might not have another damned second to live
this place
this place
never had any grace
(screams)
I’m out of here!
