dystopia on the back burner

I’ve been divorced from my murky headspace for awhile.  the summer has taken on a milder turn for the last week or so and the nights have been cool with a hint of autumn in their intent.   it’s been lazy days and lake breezes and light-hearted nights with weisbier, scotch and romance.  I’ve also found myself on a boat for some reason.  the summer’s on it’s last legs however.  fighter jets were buzzing chicago all weekend for the annual air & water show and jaded as I am, the cacophony and hardware still conjure waves of nostalgia for me and my early years on ft. bragg; and the atavistic sabre rattling and cold war nonsense being perpetuated in georgia illustrates my love/hate relationship with nostalgia, memory and longing.  treasure the past, but it keep it buried if well marked I suppose.  build beautiful monuments, leave flowers and remember the songs from the days of old, but watch out for the hazy times when those gnarled hands coming reaching up from out of the ground to pull you back into it’s embrace.

but soon, it’s back to the serious business of september thoughts and actions and obligations.  the heat well lessen and everyone will at least make an attempt at thinking clearly and getting shit done.  in the spirit of moving forward with very little in the way of backwards glances and obliterating the lingering traces of cold war hysteria and other institutionalized horrors that have outlived their usefulness — motivational music:

punch inc. fight club

~ by misterentropy on August 19, 2008.