A Freeway in Hell

My thoughts on the nature of our late capitalist society. The title should give some clue what I think of that! US 101 or I-80 as metaphor for our imperatives. Besides worrying about what sort of black hole we are speeding into, I like airships. One reason being the almost inescapble desire to have one to get out of a traffic jam!

Location: Sonoma County, California

Grew up a military brat, Californian-in-exile, reactionary libertarian-essentially spent the 70s on Mars, for I am hearing impaired and I did not know what the music was saying. Generally still don't unless I listen to it over and over or find the words captioned on a movie or somewhere on line. Came "back" to California to begin my adult life, have not lived elsewhere since. No regrets there despite our problems here. Have studied physics, more math than most human beings will ever need, worked on spaceship projects (well, one) at JPL. Lived with a wonderful disabled person who lives no more--L Natasha Littletree RIP October 2004. I have a life plan, just kind of vague on some of the short-term stuff.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

I'm still here, sort of...

The adorable kactus of SuperBabyMama muses "Ou sont les blouggeurs d'antan?"

Here is my reply:

What I do is, babble away on other people's comments. More than once I've been invited, or requested, or perhaps angrily hinted I should be writing this stuff on my blog.

But I have the feeling that one ought to blog on one's own blog about stuff that one's own life, or at least one's own meanderings around the Internet, inspires. And responses to other bloggers belong on their blogs.

Draw what conclusions you will about the quality and character of my own so-called life from my posting habits.

If any of my few fans ever check this out, my old e-mail is suspended and in all probability will never be revived. So use the comments here for a drop box, if you have a mind to.