With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
I enjoy paying taxes. With them I buy civilization.
December 04, 2008 - 11:45 p.m.
It is only 11 o'clock. Why am I tired? Oh yeah I didn't get enough sleep last night and I drove to Atlantic City and back.
Raise your hand if you know the only thing that would get me to drive to AC? Right, it's Leah. Tomorrow she is flying to Egypt out of JFK. She first flew down to AC to see her family.
My original plan was to leave early but I couldn't get to sleep until really late last night so I used plan b; Leaving at 10:30 when I had to move my car. I got to it at 10:27. That really isn't cutting it as close as it sounds. Even though I was parked further than I have had to park here before it doesn’t take me long to get to where it was.
I forgot my mp3 player, so I had to amuse myself on the way down. The real irony, that I just realized, is that I had my mp3 player. It was in my bag. I have to remember tomorrow to take it out of the car and not spend the morning going crazy looking for it in my apartment.
Leah and I took it easy once we got here. She didn't sleep well either and her back hurt. We walked over to the dinner and then spent the rest of the evening in my apartment. She likes it!
Tomorrow is a bit tricky as I can't drive her to the airport because I'm teaching. I told her how to get there by the subway and Air Train. It should be pretty simple. The tough part is my key. I left it for her. After she locks up she is going to slip it under my door. She better not forget anything.
It is amazing how much this feels like home now. I liked my old neighborhood better but this one is interesting. When Leah walked in she looked around and said, "who else could this apartment belong too." That is the look I'm going for. It is just like Wise Madness and opportunity for me to express myself. I know not many people are going to see it. How many of you were ever at my old house? But that doesn’t matter.
Tomorrow I'm seeing Crooked Still. I don't know if I'll stay at school or come home and then go back into the city. I live close enough to the subway that it isn't impractical to do so. I'll see how I feel.
I can't talk about what brought this on but I have a question for some of you. What is it about me that gets vulnerable people, especially younger ones, to open up to me and tell me their deep dark secrets and fears? I never know if I react well but at least people talk to me.
I'm writing this in the dark. Leah is asleep in the couch right behind me. I have to turn off the computer and navigate my way to my room in the dark. Carey and Shelly had better not be smirking. OK my eyes are closing. I better get going.
Leah: Queen of the Nile - December 04, 2008
Asimov's Guide to Wise Madness - December 04, 2008
Parabolic Hyperbole. - December 02, 2008
Combustion, Nuclear, Chemical, and Human - November 30, 2008
Spam Spam Spam Spam - November 29, 2008
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