Tragedy

Tragedy is some of the best fodder for fiction. The truthfulness of that, is in itself, tragic.

Let us not forget that Life does not imitate fiction. Au contraire, fiction makes a damn good effort of imitating life. Yet, seems to always fall short. As inventive as our minds can get, perhaps it is a literary loss that we are not able to anticipate the actual psychosis of the human mind. And when we do, it comes across as campy, or unrealistic. Until, that is, we see the images birthed from the darkest corners of our imaginations broadcasted on CNN; perpetuated some other disturbed soul.

Tragic.

Progress

I've been hard at work editing my little project. It is truly fascinating how the story has grown from just an idea birthed from an all nighter of true-crime TV, conversations over beer (or wine), and an indomitable desire to write. I have not updated any of the changes made, but I will soon.

It is time for me to get to work on a query letter that demonstrates just how much I love story telling. Not in a congenial BS kind of way. Those of you who have read Preston\Child, Koontz\Rollins, and such will appreciate it. And if you don't, then its time to get back to the drawing board. This is hardly a mere experiment for me. Not long ago I decided to forgo those books on Network analysis and powershell script to dive into my story. My Story. It truly is magnificent to see my creation come alive in the pages before me (as digital as they may be).

Little Hands

Took a drive alone last night

Memories in my head

Thinking back to early days

Thinking back again.

Your little hands reached up

Aiming for my face

Your little hands reached up

Trapped my heart with grace

Little boy you're sleeping

With your head up on my chest

Disarmed me in a single breath

Son, I'll be your nest

Little eyes are open,

But they sink back once again

Sleep for hours at a time

Peace within you sings

Woke up again last night

Heard you in your bed

You laughed and played so hard

There was no crying left to mend

Tonight I'll see you once again

In this summer night

The spring is in your life

As autumn befalls on mine

Flying, Aarghh...

Four, almost five hours on a flight is bad enough. But no drink service?

I mean, really? I have ten thousand free drink coupons but not a stewardess, I mean, flight attendant, to fetch me a drink. What's even worse is for a chatty person like me, to go this long without talking is torture. I cannot begin to imagine what a flight to japan must be like. When my girlfriend told me that she dreaded flying, THIS is what she meant, raised to the level of 20 some odd hours stuck in a cylindrical tuna can with tuna (and invariably other) smelly people. .

All have to say is, for god, Zeus, ra, Orem, or whoveres sake, bring back the concord. Damn you french for taking it away. And damn you world elite for making it so unaffordable. Oh, and nevermind the fact that were supposed have flying cars and transporter tubes. Damn you jetsons, for lying to me in my childhood, making me think I was gonna have a super cool adulthood!

I love travelling, I hate flying! There... Bitching concluded.

And to top it all off, I have to deal with the clapping dorks when we land... Sheesh! I'm done (I hope)

American Arrogance or Political Stupidity?

This is an article that all Americans should read. Though it is a bit a long, it shows the way the world looks upon the US: The arrogant that has fallen, and can't get up.

http://www.spiegel.de/international/world/0,1518,581502-2,00.html

Granted, it is a point of view by writer who is clearly socialist, but that does not take away the fact that we (yes WE) have given him the fodder for this.

Let's not be coy. The economic fiasco that we find ourselves in is not Bush's fault. I don't like President Bush anymore than you do, but to believe that his administration caused this, is quite frankly, ignorant. Neither is this banking blunder a failure of capitalism, nor should we jump on the European socialist bandwagon at once. This situation has aroused from a something I like to call fiscal socialism: When the government started intervening with the private sector, ignoring the rules of deregulation and telling banks how to run their business. Look no further than the Community Reinvestment act of 1995. It was a way for Washington to force banks into approving mortgage loans for people that otherwise would not have been approved.

In other words, to help "the less fortunate" get a house. The problem with that ideology was that the people that really caused the problem were not the folks that were truly in need. It was another example of the government rewarding (again) laziness and irresponsibility. The unreasonably greedy that got in way over their heads into loans that they knew, they knew, they could not afford. And there you have it: The birth of the infamous real estate bubble. Though admittedly this is much simplified, you get the gist of it. - Feel free to look it up in any search engine. - Do not misunderstand me, I do not think, not for a second, that being greedy is always bad. However, greed without a code of ethics, a set of core business values, is damn near criminal. There is no shame in wanting to benefit from fair trade and the effort of your labor. As long as there is fairness (equivalency) in the trade and it is YOUR labor, not the abuse of another's labor or ideas. It is after all the American way. Wasn't there a dream that we kept hearing about? Where did that go? We are supposed to be the greatest Capitalist nation in the world. We have never been a country of lazy aristocrats, and abhorred the ideals of Communism, but we have become a society that no longer praises hard work and success. We dwell on what [more] we should have, instead of on how we can achieve it. As I write this, I realize that perhaps thanks to the stupidity we have collectively reached, we deserve to be punished. We deserve socialism.

We deserve to be written about and talked about the way that the above mentioned Deutsche reporter has. For today. But I don't intend to keep it that way. I intend to do what little I can do. I intend to continue to do the best job I know how. I intend to continue to invest my money in this country. I intend to pay attention to what happens around me, and I intend to vote according to what I know is best for my country. And I intend to this not help out a Republican nincompoop or an amateur Democrat, but for me, my family and my kids. I want my kids to grow up in a world where they can travel abroad, without fear of foreign umbrage and proudly say: "Yeah, I'm American. How're you doing?"

JM Diaz