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.
July 06, 2008 - 11:15 a.m.
Guess what, Prince Caspian isn't playing any more. The other film I wanted to see, Iron Man is only playing in one theater and that is in Manhattan. The upshot of which is that I did not go to the movies last night.
I am making a list of the books that influenced me the most. I know I'm missing many from when I was a kid. I could just say, "tons of dinosaur books." I broke the list up into three parts, books, series, and anthologies. The divisions are to some degree arbitrary. How many books does it take to call it a series? The only reason I'm setting off anthologies is that they don’t have an author but an editor. So far I'm up to 53 books, 3 anthologies, and 13 series. I'm going through my books looking for more to add to the list. If you blog you should make your own list. I want to see what books made you who you are.
I'm listening to John Platt's show as I write this. It is amazing how are tastes have grown together over the years. Now that Christine Lavin has moved away I should be the one that fills in for him. I love his guests on today's show, Rani Arbo and Daisy Mayhem. I thought I knew them but I don't. The most similar band to them is Crooked Still.
Today's entry is not going to have a theme. I'm just jotting down some thoughts
till I run out then stop.
Years ago I started a blog that anyone could post to about annoying people. The idea was that if you ran into someone annoying you could post about it there and not put it in your own diary. It never really took off and doesn't exist anymore. When I run into a smeghead, I always get my personal revenge by saying, "I'm going to write about him/her" tonight. I usually don't. I think I'll write about a few from the supermarket now.
Why are so many people too lazy to put their carts back in the corral? Some days I find a third of the parking spots taken by carts instead of cards. I saw someone leave their cart blocking the way into two spots. When I found my spot I grabbed that cart so other people could use them. Do these people not realize How inconsiderate they are? Do they not care? Do they not realize that they are supposed to care?
On a similar theme: After I picked up my cart at the corral I made my way to the door. There is a bottleneck on the way to the entrance. They placed a bench right near a support pillar so there is only room for one cart to easily pass through that spot on the way in. That is where a gentleman chose to park his cart and talk to somebody sitting on the bench. I said excuse me and after a little bit he moved. Now I expected him to put his cart next to the bench and continue his conversation. What a foolish expectation. Instead he kept talking as he slowly walked to the entrance and I slowly followed behind. The kicker is when he reached the door. It opened and instead of going in he just stopped dead and continued his conversation. He knew I was right behind him. He had to realize that two people can't go through the door at the same time. Can somebody be either that oblivious or that inconsiderate? The answer is apparently yes.
Tonight I'm seeing Abbie and Anthony at Gene and Isabel's house. I'll get to spend time with friends.
That isn't always a good thing. Is there anything more lonely than being with a group of friends and feeling totally left out?
I saw a bit of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone on TV the other day and thought about what makes Harry Potter so popular. It really isn't particularly well written and it isn't exactly imaginative it is a cut and paste job. What it does have going for it is what has always been the most popular literary/ mythological archetype; it is Cinderella. The scorned nobody turns out to be the princess, the third son becomes the hero, the little hobbit saves Middle Earth, and the son of the carpenter turns out to be god. But here's the thing. Everyone identifies with the kid that doesn't fit in at all where he is. Do most people feel that they belong somewhere else? That the life they are living is not the one they are meant for? That they are so different than the people around them? If so does that make the people that feel they belong the actual freaks and the people that think they are freaks normal?
I can't use Gene and Isabel's oven so I'm not making my French Toast Bread pudding. That means I have to prepare something else today. I better start working on that. In other words that is my cue to end this entry.
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Islands in the Stream of Consciousness - October 02, 2008
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