“One of the uglier paradoxes of our time is that, as the world becomes vastly more complicated, the punditocracy becomes more simplistic. Today, those who get paid to deliver their opinions and convictions in newspapers, on television, in the White House, and on the floor of Congress are more undeniably, more absolutely, more positively certain their point of view is not only the right one, but the only one. What ever happened to respect for the ideas of another? What ever happened to the question that anyone about to put forth some set-in-concrete viewpoint should ask himself or herself: What if I’m wrong? It’s called intellectual humility. It’s the opposite of hubris. It’s the un-arrogance of the thoughtful. And it’s gone.”
Read the rest at Truthout: http://www.truthout.org/docs_2006/022107J.shtml
I was searching for videos (on You Tube) to match my morose mood this morning, yet it seems so many of them now pop up with this friendly message:
This video is no longer available due to a copyright claim by Viacom International Inc.
Well, video-blogging was fun while it lasted.
So I’ve set the first week in March as when I shall leave my Brooklyn apartment for good. I haven’t contacted the movers yet. And I still don’t have a car (can’t afford one at the moment, so rentals may have to do for awhile). This weekend I am going to make EVERY EFFORT to get my stuff out of my office in Manhattan. My friend Lou stopped by there yesterday, and it seems my landlord has already emptied the space to show it to some future tenant (my lease is up as of the end of February, so that’s fair; just hope I get my security deposit back). But the question remains, where is MY stuff now? Good question, I’d say. That’s why I’ve GOT get there today.
It’s all too much for me. I feel like sleeping all the time. Where am I now. Where am I going. My agoraphobia was fine when I had a real home. For the time being, I have two homes/offices, neither of which function as a reliable home and/or office. I’m lost.
So the only REALLY safe place for me at the moment is under my blankets (following a heavy dose of klonopin, of course).