Ramblings of a Technology Addict

Sunday, March 16, 2003

Rain on the back porch.

The smell of rain is wafting in from my back porch tonight, mixing in with the heady smell of Bounce from the kitchen. Things feel civil here, despite the protests and the vigils and the debates raging on around us. The weather has become warmer today, with the high temp in the mid sixties, but the clouds have rolled in with a front that is dropping light sprinkles on us as I type this.
Tomorrow will be a chaotic day, with deadlines and ultimatums and such from the US. Chirac has agreed potentially to a 30 day window, so long as more inspectors are sent in, and I suppose, had that been pushed out the door a few months ago, that would have been acceptable, but with the French railing on about war not being an option, I'm not sure I believe him. I'd like to, though. Solving this crisis through diplomacy could do wonders for the world. There are few things in this world like being on the brink and stepping back.
In my heart, that's what I hope for. I hope Saddam disarms. I hope that France can buy Saddam the time to disarm. I hope that we can all just take one brief moment, ask ourselves if this is what is necessary. If the answer is yes, if Saddam does not disarm, if France can't make up their mind about what they really want, if George Bush and his cabinet can say he's a real danger, then I suppose we have to go on with it.
War is rarely popular, but it is almost always necessary.
But for now, I can smell the rain wafting in from the back porch, its smell driving the hope for springtime, and with it greenery, and flowers and baseball once again. Hopefully God can go back to playing third base, and stop watching us fight.
9:29:20 PM  comment []

Milestones.

A year ago, the world stood still for just one day, and changed my life forever.
Thanks, Tiffany, I would be less than half who I am without you, and with you I am twice the man I thought I could ever be.
12:08:11 PM  comment []

Real Live Preacher does it again...

So, lately, I've added Real Live Preacher to my RSS feeds, and each time I read it, it does something different to me. Today he remembers a bit, and draws the fine line between hope and memory. I'm very impressed.
I'm interested in memory because memory is all we have. We are unable to perceive the temporal singularity of the present, which is a razor-sharp edge. It cuts our experience into past and future. We understand the division, but cannot comprehend the blade.
I have nothing but my own quickly fading memories out of which to build my reality. These memories lose focus and detail as they disappear behind me, drifting far into the past.

10:58:51 AM  comment []