I just read an excerpt from "Becoming the Kind Father" by Calvin Sandborn in Common Ground. The passage was about a man who was so obsessed with his own anger and failures that he ended up alienated and dying alone in an empty hospital when the "arteries in his chest burst from ancient blame".
Although i see my obsession with my failure as a statement of what the idea of success is in this shithole world, others may not, and while i don't really give a damn about what people think of me in a sense of sticking to the "don't judge a book by it's cover" idea, i do care what my kids get from me. I'm not too sure i am consumed with anger as i laugh a lot and have a lot of good times... perhaps i have a keen memory and an eye for irony, and with those conditions living as a member of the human race in 2007 one cannot exist without a non stop 24/7 insane barrage of lunacy coming from every angle.
There was an article in the paper about how it may become impossible to insure "green roofs" and this may have an impact on the building of the "olympic village"... this was the one where they were going to build the world's first sustainable community... we were excited... my wife CT even went to the community meeting where they just kept repeating "we are going to collect rainwater!". It would be weird if the government/development community has to back out of the green roof commitment because of "insurance issues".
There are places in the world where you have to have a green roof... perhaps those european cities won't get "world Class" rating.
Oh yea i was going to step off the rage for a while.
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