WWVPD?

My life is a living absurdist performance. I dress in Dockers & sharp dress shirts to work, where I make a comfortable living in a respectable position. I wear my hair cut & short, with only some facial hair & no earings. I speak clearly & positively, either in a serious tone or in a pleasing friendly manner. I am married and own a nice home in a nice neighborhood in a nice town. In this town I enjoy watching movies at home or at the theater, which will usually be accompanied with dinner and perhaps coffee.

What?

You don't think this is absurdist? In fact you think this is the typical boring yuppie success story.

Well, that is the point - my life is absolutely perfectly normal, and is in fact a gratifying experience. None of my typical daily activities warrents any absurdist expression. But that is of course the point, because what I owe all of my normality to is this:

I owe all of my success & happiness to a Voodoo Priestess.

My life is a walking testament to the power & glory of Voodoo witchcraft. Every action I make, I think - what would a Voodoo Priestess do?

That is why my existence is absurd, the entirety of my normality is nothing but a shell, which within that shell is the substance of whimsy & lunacy.

I know, whatever I do - be it tying my neck tie, turning in my report, or applauding to a Coldplay performance, I know my Voodoo Priestess is watching over me, and likely breaking the neck of a chicken while lighting it's intestines on fire, a savory fire with spices & the blood of a goat.

Hey - I got an email from a friend - thanks Voodoo Priestess!

I Am Terminally Ill

Yes, I am suffering from a brain cloud. Does insuarance cover brain cloud treatment? I should try to deduct a bill for visiting the south Pacific.

More Blah Blah Blah

Uhmmm... sinus problems, went to Dragon*Com, cut grass, rode bikes, enjoyed work the past week.

Bummed

Not since 9/11 have I simply been so bummed out about affairs beyond any personal affair. First off I was fascinated, then that fascination quickly turned to being revolted. I'm sick about not being sure when I will see New Orleans again, and in what shape it will be. I'm additionally sick of the lack of humanity that exists - the looters to the federal government.

My wife & I of course have donated to the Red Cross, the same amount as we did for the tsunami. We feel like it's a large amount, but not large enough that it puts us out. So I still feel guilty - maybe we should donate more. I'm also considering talking to my supervisor at work to see if they would support me in volunteering. There is a group called GIS Corps, which is similar to Peace Corps but it places GIS professionals at natural disasters. If I don't do this immediately, I would imagine sometime within the coming months they would continue to need GIS support in the rebuilding effort.



Otherwise - we cancelled a trip to Savannah b/c of gas prices / availability as well as simply feeling guilty about doing something fun. Also we're not likely to receive any large bundle of cash like we thought we had a chance - we had a buyer for our yard, but they backed out b/c of the likely impossibility of splitting our parcel. Maybe we'll go to Dragoncon this weekend, but at least I'll try to enjoy my 4 day weekend. But still - I'm not looking forward to it like I should, usually I relish the idea of lounging at home playing video games & drinking. But not this time, I'll likely watch CNN & mourn.


But of course I'm glad to hear my friend Ben got out of New Orleans - that is a relief. Ben, when you can I would love to hear back from you. Take care...