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The eternal pull of the universe calling

May 26, 2006 By pia

Today was the start of my first computer break in a very long time. I spent the week getting into condition for this by spending less time at the computer each day this week. I was proud. Way too proud.

My desktop crashed. For some brilliant reason that once made sense to me I had decided to get rid of my home network. Bad move, Pia, really truly bad.

I am much poorer now than I was five hours ago. I am not any wiser. Nor is my desktop with the 20 inch monitor and truly great color working. Calling somebody in to try to fix it would make sense if I were making money. I lose money. This is a blog. Out damn blog.

99.999% of all people I meet are so impressed that I’m a large mammal in TTLB, they can’t yawn fast enough.
“Didn’t you used to write for a newspaper?”

I will forever be known as the person who once wrote for a paper and left to blog. That’s not why I left. I left to write a book. Then I found blogging or blogging found me. I have never totally understood. Love it. The book(s) have begun to take precedence over blogging. Thankfully. Maybe last night’s crash was a less than subtle hint about where my priorities should be, are, and will remain.

But I spend money on blogging. Though I should do ads, I would feel weird. It would ruin the integrity of the world’s largest billboards, my sidebars.
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I was reading some blogs. How can people describe themselves and their blogs as: “hysterical,” very very funny,” witty and wise,” and other things? People ask me to describe Courting; “Duh, uh, duh, I don’t know.”
“Are you funny?”
“uh, more in life, occasionally

I wish that I could be decisive, spew out all my great points, and write about my wild and wacky life. But I would feel strange assuming that other people think that I am. Especially since many people think that I’m dull and devoid of a life. While they don’t have a valid point, it is their opinion. They are entitled to think it. I’m entitled to draw the reader into my life through an amazing “about me.”

I can’t. Would rather people read a few posts. Then again they could be offended by titling a post “Visiting Dead Parents.” I know “passed” is more acceptable, but it’s just not me.

It’s eight AM, a bit after, and I didn’t go to sleep until five AM. Woke up because some kids were fighting. There are worse ways to wake up as I did last week to the roar of construction. And then there are much worse ways to wake up. I’m going back to sleep.

Now car alarms are blaring. My block has a private school on it. The adults aren’t loud, except when in cars. Then they’re animals especially when they are delivering their kids to school and are late. I assume, perhaps wrongly, that most kids who go to this school live in Manhattan. Why do parents take kids to school by car? Why live in Manhattan if you’re going to do surburban things like that, and blare your horn?

Though it’s kind of beautiful out. A hot humid day. We’re finally getting to my kind of weather. It puts in a great mood knowing that there will be many more days like that to come.

I will read blogs sometime during the weekend. Oh the sun went in. Now it’s out. Now it’s in. Hate schizzy weather

As a compulsive reader of weather.com, I have been totally confused as in the past several weeks they have gotten the weather correct twice. I could put in about me “weather obsessed.”

Actually I am just confused. I have had computers die mean, nasty and vicious deaths. I have never had one just crash. I am way too calm. This would scare me if I weren’t so tired. Oh gawd, yesterday was such a good day until nine PM. Can’t and won’t obsess about it. Yes I can, but I would really really rather not think about it.

My new Razor phone came yesterday. Took ten seconds to rip open the bag and put the battery in. Followed the instructions and followed the instructions. It finally was programmed. Maybe that should have been a warning? Why don’t days come with warnings? Don’t go near electronic equipment today. Maybe because in my case every day would come with such a warning. Maybe there would be one safe day a month. Just wish that I knew what one day of the month. At least the Razor phone was free. Did learn yesterday for the zillionth billion time that everything comes with a price. Everything.
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Do have a statement. This Memorial Day please think of the troops. The post that I lost talked about how the government and some media outlets made many people believe that every Viet Nam protester was anti-troop. Yeah we all walked around with rocks and eggs in our pockets to throw at troops. And you try walking around with a raw egg in a pocket. It was hard but we had to punish the troops for serving.

Almost every guy I knew who came home from Viet Nam was an addict or suffering from post traumatic stress. The term was coined for them. The VA wasn’t set up to help them.

In the early 90’s, fifteen years after the end of the war, I worked closely with The Bronx VA which had become great. The hospitals are going down fast. Like so many institutions they have been faced with massive cuts.

Hate the entire Bush Admin. Hate Newt for the stupid stupid Contract with America which closed or curtailed so many wonderful programs. Please hate Karl Rove separately. He personifies immorality and evil to me. Plamegate, that was to be expected from a man who dared utter the liberal thing in New York. Our lives will never ever be the same

I wasn’t downtown. Nobody knew what was going to happen next. Everybody knew many people who worked downtown and/or were on the subways. I have explained why I don’t support this war many times. Not important for this.

Don’t support the war but support the troops. I spent way too much time last year explaining why people who protested against Viet Nam didn’t usually hate the troops. Many good people believed that we had.

The troops in Iraq deserve your support. Think of them on Monday. Think of the walking wounded who still have flashbacks from Viet Nam. Vets from the war in Viet Nam deserve everything. We have failed them. All of us.

Filed Under: 9/11, New York Stories Tagged With: 9/11, If I'm not Christian, am I still an American?, New York Stories

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Comments

  1. Brian says

    May 26, 2006 at 7:26 pm

    Support our troops.

    “Blinded by Tears”

    whoosh of tires softly moving over cracked asphalt,

    gentle murmur of friendly voices,

    fresh mowed grass smells of summer,

    warm breeze flags rustling softly,

    droning insects in woods nearby,

    words of comfort of heaven bound,

    smooth dirt thudding on wooden lid,

    blurred vision of blue uniform,

    pressing folded fabric,
    white stars gleaming,

    thunder cracks of rifle reports,

    whirring wings startled birds take flight,

    mournful notes drifting into cloudless sky,

    can our unborn child,

    hear her father’s voice,

    I would have liked,

    to been able to tell her someday,

    but I am blinded by tears.

    Brian aka hummingbunny

  2. Bone says

    May 26, 2006 at 9:48 pm

    “The troops in Iraq deserve your support. Think of them on Monday. Think of the walking wounded who still have flashbacks from Viet Nam. Vets from the war in Viet Nam deserve everything. We have failed them. All of us.”

    Well said.

    There’s one Vietnam veteran that calls work all the time. Disabled. Never complains about it. Though if anyone had a right to… Told him thank you one Veterans Day. He broke down and said, “It’s not about me. It’s about all my buddies who didn’t make it.”

    That sticks with you.

  3. g says

    May 26, 2006 at 11:36 pm

    Pia that’s why I stop by and read each day, maybe not always comment. But in this world of phoniness and pretension, you’re just a real girl – someone who would say dead instead of passed. The ‘there – now what’ sort of person that I like. Keep laying it bare for us. I will remember those who serve and have served us on Monday, they deserve at least that.

  4. Cowgirl says

    May 26, 2006 at 11:40 pm

    Hooah

  5. Miz BoheMia says

    May 27, 2006 at 12:48 am

    I have an Indian friend whom I haven’t seen for years that said her grandfather had “expired” when speaking of his death… I never got that and then again they never got me since I insist on calling it death… it is a big lesson in Tibetan Buddhism you know, to embrace the impermanence of life as I guess that is the only promise it truly holds!

  6. kyahgirl says

    May 27, 2006 at 4:02 am

    Have a good weekend Pia.

    I’ll remember the troops. I wish I could get them out of there.

  7. shayna says

    May 27, 2006 at 4:13 am

    We all have failed them to some extent… but… we can change that… each of us!

  8. Doug says

    May 27, 2006 at 6:42 pm

    Ma’am, yes ma’am. Thanks, Pia.

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As my mother said: "know the streets, look out and you'll be fine."

What was scary was the invasion of the crack dens into "good buildings in good 'hoods." And the greedy landlords who did everything they could to get good tenants out of buildings.

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Then I hated everything about the suburbs. Yet somehow I lived in a few great Long Island Sound towns after high school.

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