Thought That Came Unbidden

As a former audio engineer I can tell you for a fact that the way your phone rings when the lotto commissioner is calling to tell you that you’ve won a million dollars is no different than the way it rings when your best friend is calling to give you bad news, or when a telemarketer is calling to try to sell you new windows. The sound is the same. How do we know, then, in those instances when we just sense that something is wrong when the phone rings? Probably something to do with Jung’s “collective unconcious.”

This past weekend when the phone rang I knew something was wrong. It didn’t take but more than one look at my honey’s face to realize something was, in fact, not right.

Her best pal, we’ll call him Moose to protect the innocent, was calling to say that his relationship with the boyfriend, we’ll call him Bear to protect the not so innocent, had exploded.
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If you had a child who died what would you do to get that child back?

This is the question on which Godsend turns. It also turns on a faulty premise: that our genes determine solely who we are.

When Adam Duncan (Cameron Bright) is killed the day after his eighth birthday his parents Jessie (Rebecca Romijn-Stamos) and Paul (Greg Kinnear) are naturally devastated. Approached by Richard Wells (Robert De Niro), “an old professor” of Jessie’s, with the 72 hour time-limited chance to clone Adam (any cells they may have in a tooth or hair brush will “lose viability” after three days) they take the leap of faith, cut all ties with their family, friends, and former lives, and move to Vermont where Dr. Wells has set them up with a house, a new teaching position for Paul, and a nice warm insemination table for Jessie. All, however, is not well in the lab.
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Aside from the fact that I wanted to go back and read more of her blog, why does it bother me that one of the people who linked to me through blogrolling.com is now no longer linking to me?

I’ve got to get away from the computer more often.

Why are there not protests in the streets over this? What is wrong with us? Have we become so complacent, so jaded and cynical that we can rationalize this away? Or are we just too scared to jeopardize what we’ve worked for to challenge anything in this budding fascism we call America?

And in the end, does it really matter?

I don’t have much affection for Islam, mostly because it wants to burn me at the stake, but this kind of treatment, even of an enemy, is just plain wrong.

It’s very difficult not to be a racist in this city. Officially, DC’s population is 66% black; where I live, grocery shop, and the way I commute it’s probably more like 85% black, 5% Hispanic, and 10% white. Every day, about ninety percent of the bad behavior I see is perpetrated by black people: the Stroller Lady, who treats her three year-old daughter worse than I’d treat a dog, the Raggedy-Ann Wig lady who’s wearing a pile of cornrow braids that are definitely made out of some plant or petrochemical based material that smells like it hasn’t be washed in years, the bus driver who’d rather talk to the lady from his church than, you know, drive the bus, the woman who’s too busy talking on her cell phone to not leave her shopping cart in the middle of the aisle, the guy sitting in two seats, eating fried chicken and throwing the bones out the bus window.

Based on the way I’ve seen a lot of people who don’t look like me act, it’s probably close to a miracle that I’m not a racist. I am, however, a bit smarter than the average bear. To be a racist based on the things I’ve seen would buy into the other fallacy of generalization: that people who look like me think like me and believe the same things I do.
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