8.31.10 – Taking in the view

8.30.10 – Quiet

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8.28.10 – Would it work?

Desperation (or delirium) is making me wonder if sprinkling holy water around my apartment would take away the mold smell.

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8.26.10 – Wishing for better times…

…like when I can afford to see something other than America. (Click on date title rather than the arrow, as Blogger is having problems and not playing the audio)

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8.21.10 – Second time around

Once again I'm dealing with water damage. Hopefully the handyman will be here in the morning, which will cause me to have to flee. As bad as the mold and mildew smell is, the paint fumes, at least for me, are just as dangerous. Fingers crossed second time is the charm with this issue.

8.20.10 -- No End in Sight

Like many Americans, I was appalled by the catastrophic ineptitude of the Iraq war, and after watching and reading too much in the media, tuned out to most of the movies and documentaries that have come out. Lately I've begun watching these films and reading the books. I'm not really sure why. While those that have come forward to speak the truth may give more indictments of the Bush administration, it doesn't change anything or help the mess we're in. It hasn't stopped any of these past officials (i.e. war criminals) from acquiring high paying jobs and getting paid thousands of dollars to speak at dinners. None of them are in jail and probably never will receive what anyone would feel to be justice.

I just hope there is an end to all this, that doesn't involve all of our ending, and that it happens during my lifetime.

8.19.10 – Road Work Ahead

While I'm a bit annoyed at all the road construction going on, I am glad there are people getting work out of it. There's a commercial that's just started airing here stating the Stimulus was nothing but Pork Spending, citing that some of the funds went to pay for road and sidewalk work in Hollywood.

What's forgotten about is that the celebrities didn't work the jackhammers and the cement and asphalt truck -- average people that need work did. When will people realize they are being manipulated?

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8.15.10 – Invasion

8.14.10 – Day at the library

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8.11.10 – Thinking of better times

8.10.10 – Supplies

I do like this time of year (even though we are continuing to experience heat emergencies) due to all the school supplies everywhere you turn. It makes me think of fresh starts and inspires me to begin the work.

8.9.10 – Undivine intervention

At times it would be nice to have divine intervention come in and save me, but, since I don't believe in it, I guess I'll have to find another way.

8.8.10 – Ah, Monday…

Monday always seems to come way too soon.

8.7.10 – Insight

This will be the 333rd blog entry/short film, so I’m just about a month shy of finishing this one-a-day project. Lately I haven’t felt I’ve been putting my all into it each day. Being sick didn’t help, but I’m still feeling distracted since my mother’s passing last month. I think besides dredging up a lot of bad memories, it reminded me that I’m still not doing what I want to be doing. I’m trying, and I’m a lot farther along than I was several years ago when I was acting at being a fundraising.

It was so important to me to not turn into my parents or siblings that I ended up trying to become the polar opposite, which really wasn’t who I am. I’m not going to whine about it like on daytime television. I was an adult. No one made me do the things I did or take the jobs I did or pass up on the opportunities that I did. Of course taking the long way probably, and more definitively, made me realize who I am, what I want to do, and what I want in my life than if I had chosen the correct path at a younger age.

I’m hoping this insight leads to some actual work getting done soon.

8.6.10 – Constantly looking for the swirl

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8.4.10 – The underbelly

I grew up with a highway overpass behind my house, which is probably why I can sleep through anything. It’s always so odd seeing the highway’s underbelly instead of actually being on top of it. It’s like you’re seeing something strange and foreign, something you’re not supposed to see.

8.3.10 – Looking for the stars

8.2.10 – Bumpy ride into town

8.1.10 – The End?

Over these past several days, I’ve done what I always do when I'm sick – watch television and movies. I find it’s difficult reading a book when you’re constantly wiping your nose or sneezing.

One of the films I watched was Collapse, which was a documentary focusing on Michael Ruppert, a journalist who’s been trying for years to blow the whistle on the world with what was going on with peak oil and its related issue – the economy. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt that depressed after watching a movie. Somehow hearing how much worse everything is going to get and that we need to start saving seeds that hadn’t been chemically altered and grow food to eat was not really what you want to hear anytime, especially when you’re sick. Still, a great deal of what was said made a lot of sense and made me really angry. I think a lot people have seen the dangerous course we’ve been on and haven’t done anything about it, just hoping they’d get their big payoff in the end or make it out unscathed. I wonder if anyone’s going to make it out unscathed. Mostly it makes me more upset that I haven’t traveled much or done the things I wanted to do when there was a better chance to do it.