Sacred cows make great hamburgers.
Like many people in the helping professions, I’ve raised some folks’ ire, at one time or another. I \\really\\, **really** don’t feel like taking on the whole of a particular organization. I fall into that small group of people who don’t fit in any particular classification. Non-aligned. Independent. Unorganized. Lacking proper taxonomy? Sure, that’s it. I once ran across a comment, perhaps it was web log entry, or title, or maybe just a bumper sticker; it read: “Pissing off the religious right, one person at a time.” Seems like I’m doing the same thing, but in some terms – my terms – that can’t be all bad. My bumper sticker wisdom: “People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw rocks.”
It’s why with the web site’s construction, there’s a complete [as complete as I have> collection of all the previous scopes. Credentials? I’m afraid I have to adopt a post-modernist point for that, the works have to be judged on their own merit. I’ve always been fond of the discernible direction in the material, how it’s gotten better from the early stuff.
My redheaded Cap friend had the day off, so we took the usual walk around the lake’s trail. I connived to include a bookstore, ice cream, and other, sundry stops along the way. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I have anything to do today,” she mused. I really wanted a copy of Tim Dorsey’s latest, \\Triggerfish Twist\\, and it was unavailable in any of the airport bookstores over the weekend.
It’s all related to Mercury, almost at a dead stop in Gemini. Almost, but not quite. Close enough so that the signs associated with Mercury, Virgo and especially Gemini, are starting to really do more than an inordinate amount of complaining. I just stretch out on the futon with a cat on my stomach, purring. The cat purrs, my stomach growls. I can’t complain, but then, that’s just how looks from my perspective.
