temporal_spider

I'm really glad you at least partially qualified what you mean by forgiveness. Or at least what you do not mean by it. The type of forgiveness I think you're trying to suggest is more of an internal process. It's not really about the other person at all. For example, there are some family members of murder victims who say they have forgiven the killer. They are not saying the killer deserves to go free. They're just saying they don't want to carry that hatred through the rest of their lives. By that definition, I don't think any of us know what we might be able to let go of.

Not really a lesson learned, but a line that stayed with me. I forget which book it's in, maybe Post Office, but he writes about a winning streak he had at the track. It was so good he either quit or took a leave of absence from his job. He woke late, enjoyed steak and scotch, then ambled down to the track. And then he says, "it was a great life, and I did not tire of it."

All our lives, we're told that wealth won't buy happiness, that the only true fulfillment comes from hard work, and that getting what we want will only lead to misery. But here's Bukowski describing a life of utter self-indulgence, and saying he never got tired of it. Profound.

Those two were so gorgeous, and the two actors had amazing chemistry. Too bad it was all wasted on an idiotic storyline, and it was too bad that Izzy was such an awful character.

A bunch of us kids were hanging out one day, with the radio on. One of the boys was flirting with a girl named Caroline, and just as he sat down next to her, Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond came on.

This isn't a winnable argument, it's a statement of genocidal intent. Engaging with this is worse than a waste of time. It provides legitimacy to evil.

Oh dear. Every time I think I've finally achieved the correct degree of cynicism, another evil like this raises a fin, and I have to recalibrate again. I really hadn't put that together about the money and the poison. Makes total sense, though.

This is heartbreaking enough for those who became chronically ill during covid. But LC is (almost certainly) a subset of myalgic encephalomyelitus (ME/CFS or ME,) an illness that has reduced a great many formerly active people to mere shadows of our former selves. People can live for DECADES feeling like shit, hardly able to get out of bed. Doctors have dismissed us and told us our suffering is all in our minds.

As covid-19 began, we ME/CFS folks knew what would happen. We were going to be joined by a huge new cohort of this sad club that nobody wants to join. As terrible as the prospect was, the silver lining was that it offered a hope that our illness would finally be taken seriously. With so many newly disabled people, surely research money would flow! We dared to hope that at least we might all benefit from the medical breakthroughs that could result. But no. Once again heartless, unscrupulous people would rather let millions rot than allow government and science to help us.

It's ruined art for me. Someone posts something, and I don't know if it's real art or a theft of other people's work.

7. I don't know why, I've just been using them my whole life, and they're comfortable for me. The platonic ideal of Pen. Especially the blue medium.

What a great lineup! Judy Mowatt is one of my favorite singers, a criminally underrated talent.

Jacinda Ardern

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