I can't shake a somewhat recent moment I had in front of our building. (Kissfm) Our mailman is an amiable guy; easy to talk to, and very humble. I enjoy our conversations. No, we're not setting the world on fire, but it's authentic discussion without the puffed up ego of who's more clever or which person is more important (according to the broken world system). I wrapped our talk, and then an acquaintence .. not a friend.. an acquaintence smugly oozes out of his proud mouth "Friend of yours?". Alluding to his bent view that I'm wasting my time conversing with someone of such a normal status.
So? What if he is my friend? I'm not supposed to consort with somebody unless their resume is long and impressive(boring) or they've met "famous" (not really famous) people. The rise of the celebrity culture across the country/world is baiting us into thinking that our self-worth or worse yet --our world value is only as big as the Job Title of the people we call our friends. It's a symptom of a bigger problem-- A problem of the heart. Search yours.. I'll be down the hall talking to the custodian. Because he's more interesting than the last 12 "celebrities" I've talked to.
I rarely use paper in the on-air studio.. or ever for that matter. But when I do, it's sustainable and made from .. sugar cane. That's right, sugarmouth.. it's sweet. I'm either recycling it or eating it.
Either way I'm avoiding the landfill; except the one I drive by on the way home. Jealous?
It drains, and sometimes I wonder if it's healthy. In my heart of hearts, I can't pretend to get excited about The Bucks recent transaction. When I think "hedge fund", I'm not sure financial stability comes to mind. But I guess human nature would deceive us into thinking that if you just throw money at a problem.. then everything will be fine. Will more bucks save "The Bucks?" Not sure; but they don't sign my paycheck.. so I think I'll live.
Ok, I gotta go. My good friend who installs and maintains giant aquariums is on the other line --very upset over losing big client-- ( a hedge fund company that went out of business).
See? I posted some random half-fact and you considered it to be true.
Every 5 seconds there's some "research study" leading us to wander into
a random direction. Commoners buy into the cyber-hype/ the story of the second.
Some non-credible consortium of wannabe scientists now think napping induces death.
Well... it's been fun. Bye.