First We Take Manhattan

I never knew who Leonard Cohen was until my husband introduced me to the album ‘Famous Blue Raincoat’ and with his passing today I realise that a whole generation of musicians who have been seminal in making me what I am are reaching the end of their lifespans. You don’t need reminders of mortality on most days, and especially on weeks such as these, but this is a part of life. Grief never leaves you, you don’t forget or are suddenly cured. It is a part of your existence from start to finish and the measure of a good person is how you deal with that. The last 48 hours have been incredibly depressing and hugely uplifting by degrees. This morning, having woken feeling the worst in my neck and throat that I have for several weeks? I just take the drugs and get on with it. Life isn’t going to wait for me, after all. The clock is ticking.

If you get five minutes, you should read this today. I saw it via Twitter, and with the nearly 50k people who have already passed it on via Tumblr? It speaks more sense on the reality of the US situation than anything I’ve read so far, and there’s been quite a bit of that. Then there is this article on why it happened to begin with, and although some might consider it simplistic, that also pretty much works for me. Using three movies to describe this also very clever, as the whole ‘visual understanding’ thing is becoming increasingly significant for a generation who just switch off at walls of text. More than two paragraphs and people don’t care, which makes me wonder why I’m doing 50k’s worth of words if nobody’s gonna give a fuck about reading any more. I gotta hope people will be interested enough to engage.

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My weight is up, again, and I can’t say I’m surprised with the week I’ve had because it hasn’t been crap I’ve eaten, this is necessary fuel, I’m simply not doing enough exercise to balance the scales. Woeful step totals mean that this stuff’s got nowhere to go. I looked at my Fitbit yesterday and actually felt rather ashamed, and I don’t have it on yet today, despite already walked to and from the shops. However, it is Friday and tomorrow I get a lie in which I fully intend to take. Then there will be a huge Gym session and I will start again, because that is all you can ever do. Move forward, don’t go back.

If next week could not be as shit? That would be great, but I’m now thinking 2016 doesn’t give a fuck any more and we’re just doomed until the New Year. Bollocks.

Let’s start again tomorrow, shall we?

 

2 thoughts on “First We Take Manhattan

  1. That second article. I’m in tears over the truth written. I see nearby Camden NJ where the state for years threw money at schools. I saw the taxes I pay in my town skyrocket. We are a small town. Surrounded by other small towns. Yet we are Blue because of circumstances. Of the poverty and dependence on government programs to keep what 60-70 years ago was a bustling blue collar city. One that had jobs in plenty to companies like RCA, and Campbell soup. When the jobs went, eventually so did the people. It is a pit of despair, violence, drugs, crime. And those that can claw their way out. Work hard to escape. Others are content to just be there. To take what ever the state gives them. And it is criminally depressing to see. Rather than give materials to fix things, education to teach, they toss money at it and say, well that’s all we can do. Here is money, go fix your problems is not an answer. I see programs at the schools in my town cut because there is no more to give. Parents volunteering just to give kids a chance. Life isn’t fair. Just like in our game, you have to work for it. The feeling we have, those Blues in a sea of Red, is they are given the means to do things, but squander it on material possessions. Calls if I can’t feed my children, as they post on their $800 iPhone, their kids wearing $300 sneakers. Yes there are good people there too. They are stuck there in fear. I wish I could help people. But my reality is I have been tapped for so much over the years there is nothing left. So yeah. I guess I was there too, handing him the brick. I hope now that the dog and pony show is over he actually gets a few things done to improve the country. And perhaps things will work their way around the world and we can all grow and be better, because we all worked for it.

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    • Thinking more on it. I hope it is not so much a brick thrown, but instead one handed to someone to start rebuilding with hard work. No more here is money handed to you to just barely live, but using money for materials to let people build with. In the mid 1930’s my grandfather worked because of the WPA https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Works_Progress_Administration# he build bridges and worked on roads and help build schools in this area. Yes, he was collecting unemployment from the government. But he worked for it. And developed skills that allowed him later to feed and support his family. I think maybe it is not such a bad thing.

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