You weren’t in my dream

but your missed call was

Another therria dream. They’re becoming more common again, this one fairly long and involved. I think she was at a baseball game, on TV.

Also, I was back at high school. This was exactly as horrible as you’d imagine.

I hate people

but especially Wikipedians

LOL, I am not edit warring. Those other editors are edit warring with me. And if you request protection, please protect my edit. Thanks!

Finally read through Sam and Chomsky’s exchange. Being a Sam Harris partisan I thought that Chomsky came off like a condescending, grouchy, cantankerous asshole. However, he raised a really interesting idea I’d never considered:

Monsters like Clinton, who e.g. refuse to sign landmine ban treaties, are in fact worse than mass-murderers who slaughter thousands in the name of doing God’s will and bringing about everlasting peace on earth.

Of course, this says nothing about the degree to which western citizens should be genuinely concerned about the earthly aspirations of divinely inspired madmen. But it may shed some light on their relative moral standing.

Acabo de ver "Despicable Me" anoche por primera vez. He went from wanting to exploit children for profit to being a protective dad unrealistically quickly, but OK. It definitely tugged at the ol’ heartstrings. It was tough watching him flush his dreams. He could have been one of the most famous men in history; instead he’s just another stupid consumer trying to raise kids that don’t talk in a movie theatre. The best you can hope for, then, is that they’ll realize all the dreams you failed… all the fucking dreams you gave up to raise a kid.

Why couldn't I make Boss Lady and her daughter a priority? Why did Latin and Wikipedia seem so important? Are they really? Is being happy? I don’t think so, but making them is.

We want the beautiful cut of filet mignon, but we’re too busy eyeing the mediocre buffet, because choice. Because choice. Our choices are killing us. We think choice means something. We think opportunity is good. We think the more chances we have, the better. But, it makes everything watered-down. Never mind actually feeling satisfied, we don’t even understand what satisfaction looks like, sounds like, feels like.

Dreamt about Boss Lady last night. She was at some bookstore in a second or so floor in the Castro and she was taking a broadcasting (?) class with this older, non-romantically-linked dude - not like she was taking it with him, but he was in her class - and I was reading her textbook about transmitting and frequencies and stuff and I was smitten all over again.