I received an invitation last week to attend Gavin Christopher Newsome's mayoral innauguration tomorrow at San Francisco City Hall.
I've been thinking about going only because I've never been to one, and I did do some campaign work for the guy. I wonder besides reporters, what kind of people show up for these things.
I used to hear the Bush voters on talk radio shows say how they disenfranchised they feel because people say Bush is an illegitimate president, and that their vote doesn't count. I never used to feel sorry for those people at all.
Now as Newsome absentee voter I know exactly how those Bush voters feel. Talk about karma! I feel disenfranchised myself because the Gonzo people keep saying how my vote doesn't count and that Newsome and the downtown forces stole the election.
I don't even work in downtown San Francisco, and haven't since 1997, and I'm getting lumped in with the evil downtown forces.
Remember all those serious Clinton bashers? They're getting their political karma now because now we have serious Bush bashers. What goes around comes around.
All this politician bashng .... it's just bad karma, inappropriate, and not right on some level if you're not focusing solely on the issues and you're operating on the level of pure hatred.
What goes around comes around. Bush bashing will end someday, and if and when a demo becomes the president, then it will be GOP's turn to bash.
S. Brenda Elfgirl - I was told I am an elf in a parallel life, and I live in the Arizona desert exploring what this means. I've had this blog for a while and I write about the things that interest me. My spiritual teacher told me that my journey in life is about balancing "the perfect oneness of a sweetness heart and the effulgent soul". My inner and outer lives are like parallel lines that will one day meet, but only when there is a new way of thinking. Read on as I try to find the balance.
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Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
I started "Mystic River" by Dennis Lehane last night. It's a beach read book. Not sure I like the subject, but I want to read the book before I see the movie.
Lehane won an award for his first novel "A Drink Before War", and I should probably read that book as well. He's a very descriptive and evocative writer, but let's just say the story isn't grabbing me.
Lehane won an award for his first novel "A Drink Before War", and I should probably read that book as well. He's a very descriptive and evocative writer, but let's just say the story isn't grabbing me.
It was a slow day at work, so I was pondering my writing or lack thereof in December.
The last time I worked on my novel was December 5. After that I got caught up writing about the election on my blog. Then I had to write a five page paper for my art history class, and study for my art history final which was on December 15. And then it was the holidays and shopping and just major relaxing.
But no writing, which is not good, but maybe understandable since I spent all of November doing the 50K nanowrimo thing.
But on Sunday I got that nagging feeling that there was something missing in my life and if I didn't start doing it, I would start getting depressed. That something is always "writing". Writing makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life and that I have a purpose, other than just existing.
I can't just live and exist and not have a purpose for my life. Other people can live like that, but I can't. I wish I could, but I've tried it, it doesn't work for me and it makes me feel totally depressed.
I've always got to be doing something that makes me feel like I have a purpose, that there's a reason for me be living and existing, and that the "something" is contributing to humanity on whatever level.
This urge must be some kind of aberrant gene or something I have, because other people don't seem to have a problem leading a different kind of life.
So it's back to writing tonight and working on the novel, and a host of other items on my "writing to do list".
The last time I worked on my novel was December 5. After that I got caught up writing about the election on my blog. Then I had to write a five page paper for my art history class, and study for my art history final which was on December 15. And then it was the holidays and shopping and just major relaxing.
But no writing, which is not good, but maybe understandable since I spent all of November doing the 50K nanowrimo thing.
But on Sunday I got that nagging feeling that there was something missing in my life and if I didn't start doing it, I would start getting depressed. That something is always "writing". Writing makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life and that I have a purpose, other than just existing.
I can't just live and exist and not have a purpose for my life. Other people can live like that, but I can't. I wish I could, but I've tried it, it doesn't work for me and it makes me feel totally depressed.
I've always got to be doing something that makes me feel like I have a purpose, that there's a reason for me be living and existing, and that the "something" is contributing to humanity on whatever level.
This urge must be some kind of aberrant gene or something I have, because other people don't seem to have a problem leading a different kind of life.
So it's back to writing tonight and working on the novel, and a host of other items on my "writing to do list".
Monday, January 05, 2004
I finished reading "Golf in the Kingdom". Golf software guy, the one that got away, would have been proud of me. Besides being an art director for golf software games, he was an avid golfer. The boy golfed at least three times a week, usually with other execs from work. Must be nice!
I'm not a golfer, but it's fun to read these books because the writers talk about mysticism and hinduism and try and relate it to the game of golf. Michael Murphy even went to stay at Aurobindo Ashram in Pondicherry India. My meditation teacher lived and studied at the Aurobindo ashram, so there's that connection there.
I can't imagine Krishna playing golf though, can you? Shiva maybe, even Rama and Hanuman, but not Krishna, no way. Why would he play golf with the boys when he could be out playing his flute and hanging out with those Gopi girls and being the blue god of love?
Golf is a good game for guys. It gives them a hobby and something to do on the weekends without you, and they can hang with the fellas and have male bonding time. And all the best hotels have golf courses, so you end up staying at some really nice places. Golf software guy's favourite vacation spot was The Inn at Spanish Bay.
I'm not a golfer, but it's fun to read these books because the writers talk about mysticism and hinduism and try and relate it to the game of golf. Michael Murphy even went to stay at Aurobindo Ashram in Pondicherry India. My meditation teacher lived and studied at the Aurobindo ashram, so there's that connection there.
I can't imagine Krishna playing golf though, can you? Shiva maybe, even Rama and Hanuman, but not Krishna, no way. Why would he play golf with the boys when he could be out playing his flute and hanging out with those Gopi girls and being the blue god of love?
Golf is a good game for guys. It gives them a hobby and something to do on the weekends without you, and they can hang with the fellas and have male bonding time. And all the best hotels have golf courses, so you end up staying at some really nice places. Golf software guy's favourite vacation spot was The Inn at Spanish Bay.
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