It lifted my lethargic dog-days spirit a bit to see the returned bird, whose arrival I had expected to herald the final preparations for a trip I'm now not going to take. I suspect the economy and election year anxieties were responsible for my trip planner not being able to sign up enough bodies to make the trip worthwhile. I could have done it on my own, but planning Plan B became more complicated than the trip itself. I have been plagued with dreams the past couple weeks of travel, of confused packing, of ambiguous ticketing and conveyances. Perhaps now they will cease and I can just get back to a normal, post-Labor Day, post full-moon routine existence of work, classes, painting, reading, writing, and the ongoing entertainment of Korean historical drama (a welcome diversion from the election-year yammering). Somehow the politics would be more interesting if it involved swordplay and not just the yammering.
|Vincent Zhao in "The Great Wudang." I'd vote for him.|
But everyone wants to talk politics...why the president need/need not be a military man, why abortion is/is not a woman's health issue, why Monsanto is killing us while feeding us, why Islam is/is not a threat, why there are no jobs, why I can't expect to live on social security, why gun control will cause/prevent theatre/school shootings, why Bradley Manning is a traitor/patriot. Yammer yammer.
I wish I could vote twice; then I could do my civic duty while also cancelling out my own vote. Voting as yammering.