So I can’t think of a single time that mass murder/shooting /killing has fixed things. Changed things maybe – but it happens again . There are always others, there are always enemies,there is another group of extremist.
Yet somehow, we raise people that believe that killing lots of people will make what they don’t like go away.
I don’t think killing is ever more than a short term solution. State sanctioned death ( aka the death penalty) stops one person, but doesn’t prevent a problem. Even killing that person that was going to harm you – only stops that one person. This is ot a judgement on defending yourself , but it just isn’t getting to the root of the problem.
We accept that killing is something that people do.
Last night I dreamed I was asked to do a last minute presentation at a library convention. It was about Lilly Sombodyor another ( i don’t remember her last name) who was involved with a number of surrealist writers and a Shakespearean actor. I was doing all kinds of interesting last minute research. It was until about 10 minutes after I woke up that I realized that my brain had completely made up this person
I went to a class for a condition I have had for 14 years. I expected to be bored, but I felt validated instead. The science word was used . so here is what I learned
1) Genetics. yup, that’s the cause. excess fat- that’s from the body not knowing how to deal with glucose. Validation. It is what I have read , what the newer research shows,but what people want to argue with me about.
2) once there is a diagnosis – diet and exercise alone won’t work. Your pancreas is tired- medicine is there to help. Some people need more medications than others- it is body chemistry. But this is why the lowering of number for diagnosis for prediabetes – it is to actually help you stay off medication longer. This validated my experience with food and gave me some information.
3) heat attacks, high blood pressure, high blood sugar etc, are now all grouped together known as metabolic syndrome
just sharing with the class
Running a small business is difficult. I watched Annie , Margo and the rest of the crew create a successful restaurant and I learned a few things.
Connect. I don’t mean ‘make connections’ in the business glad-hand way, but truly connect. Talk to the people in the neighborhood. Tell them what you are thinking , what you want to do , what issues you are facing and how you want to deal with them.
At one point, the Vine took reservations. But this was actually blocking business. The restaurant could be almost empty, but they couldn’t seat anyone – because reservations were headed in. Annie talked to a lot of people before she stopped taking reservations and the transition went smoothly
Let people help. in the case of the Vine – painting , tables , etc wouldn’t be there without help. And it is another way to connect , of course. A little community ownership never hurts.
Be open, frank. I know a bunch about the financing of restaurants now. I know why Salmon is a big feature on the menu. I can tell you all about the restaurant advantages to kegged wine. Annie’s openness about the business side of things, made it really easy to be frank in return.
Love it. No matter what you do – some days are just drudgery. Yes, Annie loves food. but she also loves the restaurant. There has always been pride and pleasure in her voice when she talks about The Vine.
I grew up with dogs. I thought all cats were snobby and standoffish. Over the years I’ve learned that isn’t true. And the variation of personalities – is endless. Tonight we lost Nathaniel. Our miracle boy . 2and half to 3 years ago – he suddenly couldn’t walk or see straight. he saw a cancer specialist – – much too often for his taste. But lived and lived well. he purred for us, ran to the door when we got home, and yelled at us for not opening the door to the world of grass . he mauled the evil vets as often as possble. he was our Jeckle and hyde boy.
he will be missed
I have strange dreams. My sister J recalls a lot of them I have told her . And I know she’ll like this one. I dreamed that I had some how acquired a pet snail. Big enough that it just fit in my hand. When I moved it too far from any surface it would reach out and try to touch something to use as a base. At one point it got away from me and was running ( yes running) all over the living room furniture . Yes, it got lint and fuzz on itself. My friend B was not very happy with me ( Now, Beth we know you’re excited about your new pet but , but we can’t have it running all over the furniture.) Eventually I had to return my snail to the proper environment. which was the tide line on an ocean beach. Yeah. So I dreamt I had an amphibious, salt loving snail as a pet. that could move really fast.
I have no explanation