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.
The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going past them into the impossible.
October 18, 2009 - 5:16 p.m.
What am I going to write about today? I have nothing planned and I didn't do anything to write about. The weather has been miserable and I've been keeping warm and dry in my apartment. This is when I really miss my trench coat. I need a new one ASAP. Anyone know a place I can get a vintage one in the City? What do I want? Humphrey Bogart's coat from Casablanca. I want the hat too.
When I went online to find that photo I also found what I'm going to write about.
When I first went online I used AOL. I used their browser and didn't choose a start page. When I finally started using my own browser I chose Frühead.com as my start page. It is where I spent the most time. It is where I made the bulk of my online friends. It is where I did my socializing. I'd stay up half the night talking to people. I was always active. I started forums, I suggested polls, It was my place of online business. Moxy Früvous stopped touring in 2001 and people started drifting away. I stayed and I stayed and I stayed. It was my online security blanket. The other day I fired up firefox and found I was the only one on FHDC. That defeats the purpose of a social networking site. So just now I finally pulled the trigger and changed my start page to Facebook. It is where I spend my time now but it isn't the same. It isn't a community. I rarely meet people there. I don't get involved in long discussions. It doesn't feel like the Little Rascals clubhouse.
My social life was never better than FHDC's heyday. For years I would talk to two people every day, Carey and Leah, both Früheads. When I was in the hospital I got calls from around the world. They were all from Früheads. To this day if I road trip the odds are that I'm staying with a Frühead. When I started blogging all of my readers were Fruheads. I know it isn't true anymore but when I think of my Gentle Readers that is the audience I think of.
I'm moving on but that doesn't mean that I have to like it. I miss Früheads far more than I miss Früvous. It was a unique confluence of people and events. I can't go looking for a replacement. It has to happen naturally.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
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Where Where the Wild Things Are Is - October 20, 2009
Kvetch! - October 19, 2009
Email me: GordonLew at gmail
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