The Supreme Court heard arguments yesterday on the right of the government to hold American citizens as ‘enemy combatants’ without due process. I hope the court strikes it down, by unanimous decision. And I hope they go even further and uphold the idea, even if it’s not spelled out in the Constitution but rather in the Declaration—that ‘all men are created equal.’ [ archives.gov ] Which to me would imply that no matter where they were captured it they are to be tried by the United States they should be tried by the same laws we use to determine guilt among our own citizens. It just seem ‘self evident’ to me that if we truly believe the words of the Declaration we have no other choice and no man—not even the President of the United States should be able to deny any of the rights granted in the constitution to any other human being, unless via a process described in the Constitution (i.e. via due process of our laws.) Now maybe I’m just a bleeding heart liberal or something but…
returning to cyber-space
“Yea, you know it’s been a long week. And it’s only Tuesday,” I laughed.
“Beggs, it’s Monday,” Came my boss’s reply.
“Oh…” Thud. My head hit the table.
I really thought it was Tuesday. I should have known it was not Tuesday, as I have a dentist appointment Tuesday. But my mind kept telling me it was Tuesday.
My work week starts on Sunday morning and ends on Saturday afternoon. I don’t really like that, but that’s the way it is right now. I have more responsibility via the project I am, and have been, working on than someone my age with my experience should reasonably expect to have. My boss acknowledges that some of the other guys and I work too many hours. He says that when the projects we are working on are complete we will all go back to ‘normal’ hours.
Anyway, I’ve been so busy since I got back to work that I have not had a chance to even go though all my pictures form Japan yet. I’ve looked at them but not really gone through them. There are a few good ones but most of all I did not have the experience with the camera to get the killer shots I wanted. C’est la vie—I’ve got the memories and that’s what matters.
Sitting in my car driving home my inner monologue wrote this long journal entry about my work schedule and responsibility and blah, blah, blah. And I promptly forgot it all between parking my car and turning my laptop on. Typical.
But speaking of my car… I have one. Yea! I kinda wanted another truck, the four wheel drive has come in handy the past couple of winters but I don’t do any 4x4ing anymore and a nice truck cost too much—even a used ‘mid-sized SUV‘ (there should be no such thing as a mid-sized SUV. Who the hell needs a car that f’ing big? You should have to have a CDL to drive those big ass’ed trucks!) So, SUV too expensive, I thought next a VW Passat would be nice, but could not find one with a manual transmission that was in my price range. In the end I did find a really nice car—a Honda Accord ’02, with only 22K miles. Nice! It smells like strawberry’s—I’ve got to fix that, but it’s clean and drives nice. Does not have the zoom of Thilo’s BMW but what are you going to do? I’ll keep dreaming about the BMW for a few years.
One of the things I was thinking about in my car was my lack of entries here recently. It’s not just here but I have made no entry in my personal journal since before I left for Japan. And for a while I haven’t been making many entries in my personal journal. I’ve been keeping that journal longer than this online one but seem to have lost interest in it. Guess it’s just the end of one stage of life but as it has become a chore to write in the journal I will not miss it. I might miss the record of my daily thoughts that I can go back an read, but I can’t be bothered to write in it. As for this journal. I don’t know, I read once that too many online journal were just collections of self indulgent whining and I think that mine has at times fallen into that category. Hopefully it won’t fall into that too often, I do plan to keep on writing here.
OK. Nothing else going on in my life right now so… Before it is Tuesday for real I’m going to go to bed.
because japan is an island nation
I have not had time to organize my thoughts on The Great Japan Trip of 2004. Work is hectic—disorder and chaos. When I get a chance to catch my breath and collect my thoughts I will attempt to distill two weeks of Gai-jin fumbling into a coherent narrative. Or maybe I’ll just try to make it interesting rather than dull and lifeless. Yes that’s what I’ll do. I’ll attempt to entertain rather than just report. Maybe it’ll never happen. I may start and never finish—like most things in this journal. But you will have to check back regularly to see. Ah, variable conditioning—the strongest form of conditioning. Like a whisker-less rat swimming with hope. So wait with antici……pation, and maybe I’ll even spell check it. Ooh. Aha. Oh what’s that? It’s Shiny!
Updateness
No go
I have no car…. I have no car… they junked my car last week. At least they are going to pay me what it is worth. So I don’t have a car. Have to figure out how to get from point A to pont B till I can get a new one.
Click, click
I have a new camera—it cost a lot (don’t ask) but I have a canon 10D 6.3 mega-pixel digital camera now so I can take pics in Japan!
Rising sun or setting sun?
Speaking of Japan I leave Wednesday morning—and I do mean morning; 6:10am! But S██████ just pointed out that the schedule says we arrive in Japan at 5:25pm not 5:25am as I had informed everyone—damn lexdyxia! So we lose a whole day’s fun. At least we did not plan to take the train on the first day to Kyoto… that would have sucked!
Anyway, J███████, S██████ and I get back on the 8th so… Anata no kintama wa ooki desu ne! Oh yea and—look ma, no spell check. :)
A Good Moment
The flash of the strobe lights burn an almost colorless image on Jeff’s retinas. Still life sceens revealing the mass of sweaty body’s crowding the dance floor.
Flash!
Flash!
The intervals between the flashed shortes as the beat quickens.
Flash, flash!
The individual images begin to form a stop-motion movie. The dancers jerking like puppets in time with the music. Writhing in the aural ecstasy, many in chemical ecstasy.
Flash!
The music stop and the room is plunged in darkness. The only sounds the heavy breathing of the dancers.
Flash! Flash!
Jeff can feel the sound as much as he can hear it when it returns. He can feel Alice begin to move again. His hands on her hips, her back against his chest. Over the smell of sweat Jeff can make out Alice’s perfume—Chanel #5, his gift from Paris, to remind her of the city they met in. Jeff closes his eyes and dances.
‘This is a good moment,’ Jeff thought losing himself in the beat.