Next week I’m switching to Effexor, the antidep everyone hates. There’s an special offer: I get one free box every five I buy, plus a 35% discount on the Maximum Consumer Price. I can save up to 51% if I keep taking them long enough. And I probably will.
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their young brains all fired up, bristling with electricity,
they route hither and thither eyeing everything,
hungry for problems & toys & problems & problems,
gleefully cutting themselves off all depth & pain,
lobotomizing themselves into boy machinima,
these boys!
picking their heartless cold fights over nothing really,
solving debating grinning mechanically,
lost forever in fractally endless castles in-the-sky,
climbing to the skies,
clinging to the skies,
swarm-minds joining and struggling and forever arranging themselves like small square automata in a nightmarish Rubik’s Cube,
their cold gods walking around empty-faced,
their priests smiling, dressed in gold,
the dogs eagerly learning new tricks,
the cats smirking disdainfully at their masters but still eating catfood,
secretly scared of the day when they’ll be thrown out in the woods.
If I looked at her closely, it was not with the eye and feelings of somenone looking at a specimen through a microscope, but more in the spirit in which I looked every day that summer at the snow-covered Colorado mountains across the valley — a mixture of interest, pleasure, excitement, awe, and wonder. (Gnys at Wrk, Glenda Bissex)
What’s wrong with this paragraph is that, contrary to popular belief, the people who look at specimens with microscopes do not do so with cold, aloof disinterest. Scientists are among the most passionate people I’ve ever seen (the effort-to-benefit ratio is much worse for science than, say, law or medical school, so the only people who get into science are those with deep feelings about it). The biologist or chemist looking through a microscope is every bit as interested, pleased, excited, awed and amazed as Glenda is with the Colorado mountains.
Half the people I’ve told this episode to now want to turn me in for child abuse. As if keeping kids under lock and key and helmet and cell phone and nanny and surveillance is the right way to rear kids. It’s not.
Why I let my 9-year-old ride the subway alone.
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It’s dangerous for children to know atheism exists, says Illinois state legislator.
San Francisco is a very interesting place. I’d like to post about stuff I’ve seen in the Castro nigh life, but I guess it might offend someone’s heteronormative sensibilities ;) If you want to read more, the full account is here; don’t blame me if you find it too strong.
Update: April fools! 8)
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