"It’s like things have to spiral faster and faster so that even if you don’t forget what happened last week you do not have the leisure to care. What happened during Covid and with the vaccines? Hey look over here is a war and another war and more bombings and here’s some catastrophic disasters too! Look over here now!"
Coupled with this experience is a time element. While one catastrophe is highlighted, the time period feels enormous. We experience both long and short time. "Where did the week go?" "God...will this ever end?"
My main complaint these days is that I feel like I'm living in a afternoon soap opera.
As a teenager out of school for the summer, my sister and I became addicted to soap operas over at my grandmother's. As I began attending college, I lost sight of soap operas. Years later, I realized some of the same soap operas were still on air. I was amazed. More years passed. The same soap opera, with obviously different characters or the same ones grown a trifle old, played the same scenes: someone was cheating or truly in love with the other person; the sweet, simple girl would cry buckets; the plucky, hardworking clerk was groomed to be the next romantic lead; dear old granny died.
It's a little like living in "Waiting for Godot." Nothing ever happens; nobody comes; nobody goes. Israel bombs the hell out of Lebanon. Hezbollah attacks the IDF. Nobody comes; nobody goes. The Russians are advancing west from the Donbass. Zelensky says his current military tactics are turning the war...and say, could the U.S. let him have another 1.8 billion dineros?
In short, I'm bored. I'm bored with the soap opera. I can't lose sight of the soap opera no matter how hard I try. It's always the same old plot.
"VLADIMIR
We wait. We are bored. No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. ...In an instant, all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness."
I'm exhausted. I'm truly considering when moving to another state into a rural area next year turning off the computer and pretending I'm living in the 1950s. I was aghast when some "spiritual people" said they highly limited their intake of news. Now, their action looks revolutionary.
You summarized it so well. Some of this is almost certainly a desperate bid for our attention and therefore our time. It's formulaic and the antithesis to spiritual growth which is why they want us focused on their little house of horrors. I've marked myself safe from the hells of Phuket Immigration for two weeks. I'm planning on turning my attention towards my little space almost 100% and contributing to making this little corner of the universe a more beautiful place. Back to serious writing and art...but I doubt I'll be on news sites or even substack as much. I need to be a creator and not an observer...that is what they don't want
I think you've made the right choices. Anyone who can create anything--whether or not carpentry, glasswork, traditional arts, cooking/baking--has an incredible release valve in these times.
It’s difficult if not impossible to sort the mis- from the mal- from the dis-information. That's maddening and moves me to unplug and concentrate on building, gardening, fishing, and bonding with my neighbors—face to face—in my little corner of the world. “For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does” (2 Corinthians 10:3). It’s a war that calls for changing the usual tactics.
Just sayin, Febreeze kills pet birds, and really fux with all animals sense of smell. It's disgusting stuff.
I know that was not the point of the meme, but I recently had to deal with some 'Febreeze' people.
Febreze contains chemicals linked to cancer.
Febreze contains chemicals linked to hormone disruption and developmental problems.
Febreze contains chemicals linked to neurotoxicity, poisonous to the nerves or nerve cells.
Febreze contains chemicals that irritate the skin, eyes, and lungs.
Febreze contains chemicals linked to allergies and asthma.
Febreze doesn’t disclose any of these potentially harmful ingredients, so if it weren’t for studies like these by the EWG and the NRDC, we would have no idea what we were sniffing.
Acetaldehyde: on California’s Prop 65 list for cancer and reproductive toxicity.
Ethyl Acetate: a chemical toxic to the brain and nervous system.
BHT: linked with neurotoxicity, hormone disruption, allergies, skin stress, and irritation to the skin, eyes, or lungs.
Propylene glycol: linked with allergies and skin and eye irritation.
1,3-dichloro-2-propanol: also used in flame retardants, resins, plastics, and rubber; has been linked with cancer in animal studies, according to the California Environmental Protection Agency.
I can't stand the smell of Febreeze, which my sister in law used to like, especially if it is used to cover an underlying foul smell without determining the source of that stench to begin with. Then it is simply noxious. It wouldn't surprise me if it kills birds...
I don't consider myself "allergic", (whatever that means), but I have a natural aversion to artificial scents. I use unscented laundry detergent, no fabric softener, no "air fresheners" and keep the trip down that aisle as brief as possible.
LMAO! The moose head thing looks legit to me though I have no good way of independently verifying. It would be nice to enjoy some power outages rather than that being the default setting. I guess on the plus side you can't unlearn the things you find out: whaddyu mean I don't have anything to cook on? There's wood and propane and you learn all about power banks. No refrigeration means learning a lot of lessons in food safety and storage without it. I never learned the dishwasher trick but my watercolors have thus far been kept safe from the flood, along with a phone book of mostly BS very ragged edged papers...
Exactly, Amy.
"It’s like things have to spiral faster and faster so that even if you don’t forget what happened last week you do not have the leisure to care. What happened during Covid and with the vaccines? Hey look over here is a war and another war and more bombings and here’s some catastrophic disasters too! Look over here now!"
Coupled with this experience is a time element. While one catastrophe is highlighted, the time period feels enormous. We experience both long and short time. "Where did the week go?" "God...will this ever end?"
My main complaint these days is that I feel like I'm living in a afternoon soap opera.
As a teenager out of school for the summer, my sister and I became addicted to soap operas over at my grandmother's. As I began attending college, I lost sight of soap operas. Years later, I realized some of the same soap operas were still on air. I was amazed. More years passed. The same soap opera, with obviously different characters or the same ones grown a trifle old, played the same scenes: someone was cheating or truly in love with the other person; the sweet, simple girl would cry buckets; the plucky, hardworking clerk was groomed to be the next romantic lead; dear old granny died.
It's a little like living in "Waiting for Godot." Nothing ever happens; nobody comes; nobody goes. Israel bombs the hell out of Lebanon. Hezbollah attacks the IDF. Nobody comes; nobody goes. The Russians are advancing west from the Donbass. Zelensky says his current military tactics are turning the war...and say, could the U.S. let him have another 1.8 billion dineros?
In short, I'm bored. I'm bored with the soap opera. I can't lose sight of the soap opera no matter how hard I try. It's always the same old plot.
"VLADIMIR
We wait. We are bored. No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. ...In an instant, all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness."
I'm exhausted. I'm truly considering when moving to another state into a rural area next year turning off the computer and pretending I'm living in the 1950s. I was aghast when some "spiritual people" said they highly limited their intake of news. Now, their action looks revolutionary.
You summarized it so well. Some of this is almost certainly a desperate bid for our attention and therefore our time. It's formulaic and the antithesis to spiritual growth which is why they want us focused on their little house of horrors. I've marked myself safe from the hells of Phuket Immigration for two weeks. I'm planning on turning my attention towards my little space almost 100% and contributing to making this little corner of the universe a more beautiful place. Back to serious writing and art...but I doubt I'll be on news sites or even substack as much. I need to be a creator and not an observer...that is what they don't want
I think you've made the right choices. Anyone who can create anything--whether or not carpentry, glasswork, traditional arts, cooking/baking--has an incredible release valve in these times.
It’s difficult if not impossible to sort the mis- from the mal- from the dis-information. That's maddening and moves me to unplug and concentrate on building, gardening, fishing, and bonding with my neighbors—face to face—in my little corner of the world. “For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does” (2 Corinthians 10:3). It’s a war that calls for changing the usual tactics.
How is a dishwasher like a horny Walrus?
All they want is a tight seal!!!
Thank you for sharingng!
Just sayin, Febreeze kills pet birds, and really fux with all animals sense of smell. It's disgusting stuff.
I know that was not the point of the meme, but I recently had to deal with some 'Febreeze' people.
Febreze contains chemicals linked to cancer.
Febreze contains chemicals linked to hormone disruption and developmental problems.
Febreze contains chemicals linked to neurotoxicity, poisonous to the nerves or nerve cells.
Febreze contains chemicals that irritate the skin, eyes, and lungs.
Febreze contains chemicals linked to allergies and asthma.
Febreze doesn’t disclose any of these potentially harmful ingredients, so if it weren’t for studies like these by the EWG and the NRDC, we would have no idea what we were sniffing.
Acetaldehyde: on California’s Prop 65 list for cancer and reproductive toxicity.
Ethyl Acetate: a chemical toxic to the brain and nervous system.
BHT: linked with neurotoxicity, hormone disruption, allergies, skin stress, and irritation to the skin, eyes, or lungs.
Propylene glycol: linked with allergies and skin and eye irritation.
1,3-dichloro-2-propanol: also used in flame retardants, resins, plastics, and rubber; has been linked with cancer in animal studies, according to the California Environmental Protection Agency.
I can't stand the smell of Febreeze, which my sister in law used to like, especially if it is used to cover an underlying foul smell without determining the source of that stench to begin with. Then it is simply noxious. It wouldn't surprise me if it kills birds...
Do you suppose hammering a symptom to avoid dealing with the cause is a uniquely American coping mechanism? Seems unlikely as a universal stupidity.
Maybe that's what killed the neighbor? 😁
Crazy how trusting “experts” got us blasting chemicals all over our living spaces.
I don't consider myself "allergic", (whatever that means), but I have a natural aversion to artificial scents. I use unscented laundry detergent, no fabric softener, no "air fresheners" and keep the trip down that aisle as brief as possible.
The moose heads was one of the finest ever.
Amy, I really wish you and Ka can get to the US soon and enjoy the power outages 😅
LMAO! The moose head thing looks legit to me though I have no good way of independently verifying. It would be nice to enjoy some power outages rather than that being the default setting. I guess on the plus side you can't unlearn the things you find out: whaddyu mean I don't have anything to cook on? There's wood and propane and you learn all about power banks. No refrigeration means learning a lot of lessons in food safety and storage without it. I never learned the dishwasher trick but my watercolors have thus far been kept safe from the flood, along with a phone book of mostly BS very ragged edged papers...