Writing start: 10:19 A.M.
Finish: 3:06 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 2100
Edited (est.): 0
1. Failure: 500 new words
Notes: The journey is slowing coming to an end.
2. Book Three Melody: 800 new words
Notes: Coming to the end of this chapter, another good one.
3. Ant Story: 400 new words
Notes: New challenges await Bartholomew and Spain!
4. Fractalverse: Off
5. The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two: Off till Saturday
6. Dread Pirate Roberts: 400 new words
Notes: Finally, finally, finally! I believe I've got a handle now on where this chapter needs to end up!
7. Firefly: Off
8. Rapscallion: Off
Special: None today
Extra notes: I took Swee, our beloved cat, to the vet this morning for a necessary booster shot. She came home and has spent the rest of the day in hiding.
She is bar none the smartest cat I've ever known. She's also the most loving, and the most playful. I don't think those things are coincidental to the first.
We are going through an existential battle in this country between reason and un-reason, between intelligence and blunt-ass stupidity raised as its equal, between order and disorder. When I pet Swee, or play with her, I often think of it.
I was the first person in my entire family, either immediate or extended, to get a four-year college degree. To this date, I remain the only family member ever to have done so. For my efforts I was reviled by my brother and my sisters, who insisted that their anti-intellectualism was as valid and reasonable as my intellectualism. Of course they didn't couch their protests in such language. They only made it very clear that their uninformed opinions were just as valid and true as any informed ones I or anybody else with "book learning" had.
That's where we are in this country. That's the battle that's going on here.
I've been surrounded by the Bluntness (as I call it) all my life. I dated it a few times. I tried to teach it out of students for many years. Only very infrequently was I close to successful; and I'm not certain those efforts had any long-term results.
Plato says that humanity is in a cave of ignorance, and that we think the shadows on the walls are real things coming to get us. Fight your way out of that cave, and those remaining inside it will hate you.
That's true. That's quite true.
Scientists say we've got a decade to, in essence, pull ourselves out of the cave of ignorance and change our ways of consuming, relating, traveling, eating, dating ... all of it--or we're truly and righteously fucked. I find it absolutely astonishing that so few want to, that so few of us actually care about our lives and the lives of our children, that our media is so sold down the river that it refuses to do its part and headline such dire news every single day, that our so-called leaders are so committed to destroying this planet and our future.
No, asshole, your blunt-ass stupidity isn't, and should never be, as important as the opinions and values of someone who has courage enough to bathe in the light, and to eschew the fear of shadows.