What the Frak is Going On

This seems to happen to me a lot lately, starting in the middle of my train of thought. Finished reading Vesa's fnord words and couldn't help but feel inspired to write myself after digesting a brilliant rant like that(No thanks I am am full). Working in the restaurant industry for many years has given me a chance to see people out living their lives on a daily basis. Going through the motions with activities and responsibilities that give meaning to what they consider to be existence. How did people 100, 1000 or 10,000 years ago find things to do in daily life. Maybe they were too busy worrying about things like food, shelter, disease to have the time to think of time in terms of daily life. Now that a large percentage of people have the luxury of food and shelter being a given and disease being far less rampant than it was in previous times we have invented all kinds of things to occupy our time. Actions that impart self-importance and reason to our short pointless lives. As I was having my teeth cleaned on Monday the dentist stuck herself in the finger with the needle she was using to inject me with Novocaine and asked me if I was 'healthy' then left the room. She then returned and continued with her work as if nothing had happened happily chatting away about dogs or some other subject with her hygienist. This event did not strike me as odd until the next day when I asked my girlfriend what the dentist meant when she asked it I was healthy curious to know if there any diseases besides aids and maybe one or two others that my dentist could possibly worry about catching. That is about the only way you are going to contract a deadly disease besides cancer unless you engage in risky activity unrelated to your profession. The point of that long boring story is that we have very few things threatening our direct survival everything we fear only threatens our existing quality of life. We have such a small amount of genuine concern that people have time and energy to bother me with their ridiculous wants/needs/desires because the little things like being able to get the kind of soda we want and watch our favorite program on tv, and bitch about shit on our blog, make us feel like we are in control and able to make decisions that affect our life. The title of this blog for anyone not in the know is from a tv show called Battlestar Galactica where the human race is slowly being annihilated and are adrift in space essentially and continue to act as if they are in control and that the things they do makes any difference in the outcome of their lives. when the inevitable outcome of life is death, if your lucky.

Life goes on...

As I watched the beginning of the movie 'Deep Impact' last night as I refused to try and go to sleep the irony did not sink in. Only this morning as I watched people shovel snow and struggle to drive in it would I understand. In the movie the president tells the US that it is very likely that a giant asteroid is going to hit earth but that life will continue as normal paying bills going to work everything associated with daily life. And as I walked home in the deep fluffy drifts of snow that blanketed the ground watching people struggle to drive and to walk I remembered the quote from 'Deep Impact' and thought that if there was any chance at all that in a year the earth would be destroyed the last thing I would do was continue to go to work, pay bills, or anything considered part of daily life short of eating, sleeping, and shitting. What is it about soldiering on stoically that makes us feel important or gives us self worth. When did the main objective of humanity be merely to keep going no matter in what state or condition just keep going. That sounds like something they teach you in the army. How did we lose touch, if we were ever in touch, with the way we live and for what are we living. It seems to me that all we are living for is cable tv, ipods, porn, suv's, oreos, and any other material object you would care to name. We are wage slaves with no identity, no community, and no reason to live other than to prove to ourselves, and everyone else, that we are strong enough, and stupid enough, to get up and go to work everyday no matter how sick we are, no matter the weather, and no matter how pointless our jobs. It is like one giant world wide pissing contest and the prize for winning is absolutely nothing.