The Mark(ings) of Zorro
"As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
H.L. Mencken
 
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And finally, here are a few books I might recommend for your edification and amazement.


 
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Saturday, May 24, 2003

by El Zorro Viejo (aka; Jim)

Aftere a long hiatus...
 
Well...It's been over three weeks since I have written a word. I think over that whole period of time, I actually wrote a couple two line emails, and that was about it. I have had this white space, and the white space of my word processor on the screen almost every day during this stretch, but I have not been able (or willing) to sully that space with writing. I guess it was a form of writer's block, but the blockage was more because of inner conflict than it was about the more traditional roots of that malaise. Anyhow, hopefully I've gotten past it, and will begin to grace cyberspace with my mutterings again.
 
I was just listening (via Internet radio provider Live365) to a bit of, for want of a better description, New Age music which consisted of background trance music while, in the foreground, we get a recitation of some of the solar systemic measurements relating to our planet (things like mean distance from the sun and orbital speed). The orbital speed of the planet is what got my attention: Did you know that it takes the Earth about 8760 hours to make a full revolution around the sun. I am suddenly dismayed to think about how few hours our lives really amount to. Were one lucky enough to live to see 80 years pass, one would have only lived a little over 700,000 hours. When one thinks that we are now used to thinking about things which are measured in millions and billions of units (either large or small), a measily 700,000 hours isn't very much. And, to make matters worse, it seems the older one gets, the shorter those hours seem to be.
 
I less than a third of those potential hours left (assuming that I do make it to 80), and that, when I really think about it, is one of the reasons I have not been writing much lately--I've been frozen like a deer in the unblinking headlights of onrushing time. It is time that I snapped out of this before I get run over..


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