Eat the rich

I was in the Starbucks line and just suddenly felt all slimey and sickly sweet. My head was full of wondering about the onslaught of Hannah Montana lyrics my daughter had harvested this week from childcare. I really must take some time off!!

I was zoning out on the cranberry bliss bars. All the goodies nestled neatly into the case as we morphed this week to the Christmas. Bliss bars, Mint Chocolate Decadence, Eggnog Orgasms everywhere!!! Hannah in my head and Cinderella peeking around the corner a lilting Snow White giggle lingers in the air nearby.

The rich. The rich! The silky, sweet, sparkly, cookie-doughlike richness of this life.

I peered to Granville street where that homeless guy with the thoroughly insane hair drank another half a house blend with hot water. He buys them with the money he begs for on the street before he picks the butts in the back alley ashtrays. I could make him out and in a moment my eyes drained the relax into my brain through each pupil. Like that moment you look into the distance after too long on the computer.

Eat the rich. I am so sick of it all. Wish me luck off the caffine grid tomorrow, I give it three days.

The People's Affront or .. Irk me Granville Street

A couple weeks ago I posted my disdain for the treatment of children as a class. Just after that I saw a large fundraising ad for Children's Hospital on the side of a bus that read.

The smaller the patient the bigger the need.

I saw red. What??? Seriously, what does that mean? Save a life good. Save a baby better?

Then, today I saw a modest poster near the barista station at Starbucks that advertised: "Fall Prevention Program"... again what?? Do you know what this is? It is an in-home consultation to advise seniors how to avoid falling down and hurting themselves. This seems to me a wholly bald-faced cash grab. Stop people from falling down? For $$$. Where do I sign Granny up?

Don't get me wrong I am not trying to be all up with old people here. My rancour does not root in some anti-ageist diatribe. No. Rather it is that I am out to write off the patter of the humanists. Who do we think we are? Well why don't we all just think and think and think about it. This sort of stuff irks me... oftenish. The only ones worse for it than the hospitals and doctors are the teachers and schools. They are like the new church, to which I say.... Don't oppress me!

I'm no great spiritual believer but I wish I was at times like these. I am sick to death of the over-intellectualizing of existence. The empty promises of knowledge and information to overcome. (And, me a librarian?)

But seriously can anyone convince me that we can pay our way to defy vulnerability? Defy gravity, even?

Sometimes I preferred it when I just didn't get out much.

ps.. You can perhaps thank the fact that I read 470 outstanding emails from my leave today for this rant. That can make you a tad psychotic. fyi... Re: Yours truly... cheers!

Inadequacies

Western civilization is set for decline. There is adequate proof of that. My proof?

There are no socks.

I have bought many socks. Cheap socks, expensive socks, womens and mens. They all fail. Within about 5 washings all socks fail. Collapsed calf sections, pilling, size 4 ankle knit to size 8 foot segment.

If this society cannot even supply socks then it is all over. Case in point, Rome. No socks. Atlantis? No socks. Machu Picchu. No socks.

Please, if there are socks, my dear distant ethereal friends, tell me where. How.