Vape And Vamp
I’m day three of cigarette free. Trying to rid myself of the reek yet again. Lasted seven months in seventeen. Looking to go twelve full in this year of the coming mid-term election.
Now, I’m not going nicotine free cold turkey-ly, as I’m high end vaping some French e-cig that has a frog ass smooth throat hit, with a nice little blue light ambiance, and some semi-real Virginia ready roll favor. And I’ll favor that device for three weeks or so, before I go back to those mouse dropping like nicotine lozenges. What fun!
But now I’m two days behind setting up SNZ’s new MacBook, and still trying to update some of my writing software. Spent a couple of hundred last night to do so, but vendors are dickin’ around verifying my previous digital registrations. And, they wonder why the app store and Amazon rule?
I renewed my self hosted site last month but need to sandbox a theme, but knowing I was going smoke free, I be ducking and dodging that exercise, as I’m prone to cuss and belt the bourbon as I pour through the myriad options of a store bought template that always seems to end up, well, for the most part, homemade.
So, to the repost. From A decade ago..or damn near
I’m about to purchase yet another piece of whiz bang, bell and whistle rich, “creative writing” software. I need this about as much as I need another pack of Class A Filter-Tip American Cigarettes. As much as I need another hardcover- hot off the press- book concerning the hyper-partisanship of contemporary American politics.
Thinking again, I may find the software a timely and necessary get if my goal is to continue to web post about the why and what for of a poison and provincial politic. To but catalogue the ups and downs of this or that team, or the rise and fall of this or that player, or the plus and minus of the policy de jure, feels a bit like that most sure of political anachronism–the “smoke filled room.”
What was once wrought by the huff and puff of those few boys in the back room, is now made myth by the “Note” and “Tweet”, and tiny url. By b-roll and flip video, viral lie, or willful ignorance. By the clear channel boom of uncontested three hour talk, and the show ponies of long gams, deep cleavage, and grudges that go on forever.
No simple tally of OMB or CBO can add up to counter the clamor and glamor of those so aggrieved. Any reading of history, any honest try at recalling, even, recent institutional memory, is insufficient to counter the tribal claim of principal. That all one needs to understand the myriad complexities of a global political superpower in an ever changing world, is a rock solid believe in shared superstitions and the common sense one is born with.
Love as the why of a lap dance is more logical.
So when facts don’t matter, fiction trumps truth. It’s narrative versus narrative now. A dangerous place to be. I best go get that “creative writing” software.