20031010
www.AndrewSullivan.com - Greatest Hits - Politics
I could possibly become Republican if they supported but one thing, protect the environment. However that is done, through regulation or through emission-credit-trading, I could potentially vote Republican.
It's possible, after I've been reading the ideas of the Republicans, having grown up with Democratic values with such vehement loathing of Republicans, viewing them as bigoted group of individuals, that I actually have within myself Republican ideals.
But that doesn't mean I will vote Republican, it depends on what I've learned to transcend in thoughts and feelings and souls of the moment.
I could possibly become Republican if they supported but one thing, protect the environment. However that is done, through regulation or through emission-credit-trading, I could potentially vote Republican.
It's possible, after I've been reading the ideas of the Republicans, having grown up with Democratic values with such vehement loathing of Republicans, viewing them as bigoted group of individuals, that I actually have within myself Republican ideals.
But that doesn't mean I will vote Republican, it depends on what I've learned to transcend in thoughts and feelings and souls of the moment.
20031008
On the last day of the trip to London. I grew sick on the plane, enough to throw up, with such splitting headache that never go away.
BART, which I walked toward with a heavy look, I rode nonchalantly. During my nap, I ignored the shuffle of people that came and left on the train. Were I of a better health, I would have been much fascinated, as any gay boy would, watching the to-and-fro over which we have no control nor any interest.
There was a boy with a bicycle and a headphone, I think. He got on from Balboa, or somewhere, and got off somewhere. I paid him no mind, though I sneaked a look on his body once in a while.
There was this woman, there was this man, there was this couple, there was this troupe of friends, this Chinese, that Hindu. All the while, I dozed, trapped between this state of sickness that I know my body tries with all its might to survive and this state of reasoning that tried to observe (as in out of body experience) and yet incessantly drifting off into dreamy sleep.
What strange time we live in, that we are so nonchalant that we cannot say as one famous man said, "Life has no better things than this," when he rode on a horse before the horse-less carriage came along.
BART, which I walked toward with a heavy look, I rode nonchalantly. During my nap, I ignored the shuffle of people that came and left on the train. Were I of a better health, I would have been much fascinated, as any gay boy would, watching the to-and-fro over which we have no control nor any interest.
There was a boy with a bicycle and a headphone, I think. He got on from Balboa, or somewhere, and got off somewhere. I paid him no mind, though I sneaked a look on his body once in a while.
There was this woman, there was this man, there was this couple, there was this troupe of friends, this Chinese, that Hindu. All the while, I dozed, trapped between this state of sickness that I know my body tries with all its might to survive and this state of reasoning that tried to observe (as in out of body experience) and yet incessantly drifting off into dreamy sleep.
What strange time we live in, that we are so nonchalant that we cannot say as one famous man said, "Life has no better things than this," when he rode on a horse before the horse-less carriage came along.
20031006
Often, the most obvious statement holds the most true:
"Oft expectations fail, and most oft there,
Where most it promises and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest and despair most fits."
"Oft expectations fail, and most oft there,
Where most it promises and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest and despair most fits."
Gah!
I might as well have been warned longer time ago. But apparently, I can't get online because I'm using a Broadcom chipset, of which its company refuses to release information on to allow Linux programmers to develop a driver for it.
And on IRC, I was told it was practically not worth reverse engineering.
Ahh, so I can either buy a new card, or wait until a driver for it in Linux is finally released.
Until then, my purpose for getting online through Linux has been stalled indefinitely.
I might as well have been warned longer time ago. But apparently, I can't get online because I'm using a Broadcom chipset, of which its company refuses to release information on to allow Linux programmers to develop a driver for it.
And on IRC, I was told it was practically not worth reverse engineering.
Ahh, so I can either buy a new card, or wait until a driver for it in Linux is finally released.
Until then, my purpose for getting online through Linux has been stalled indefinitely.
20031005
The Pathos
In the bookstore of London, I saw an old man, who after wandering back and forth, looking at puzzles and other miscellanies, finally went to the Gay and Lesbian Section to look at some books before leaving, rather half-heartedly, by walking up the stairs slowly.
I developed a full essay of explaining my feeling, but I've decided not to do that. Precisely because the silence is in and of itself evoking a full spectrum of bathos that reflects an insight into one color prism of my life.
In the bookstore of London, I saw an old man, who after wandering back and forth, looking at puzzles and other miscellanies, finally went to the Gay and Lesbian Section to look at some books before leaving, rather half-heartedly, by walking up the stairs slowly.
I developed a full essay of explaining my feeling, but I've decided not to do that. Precisely because the silence is in and of itself evoking a full spectrum of bathos that reflects an insight into one color prism of my life.
