| somewhere between none of you and all of you may have wondered why the inkwell at L0 has seemed to dry up lately. There are reasons both structural and emotional for both slackening (excepting the finer continuing regular pieces from both Stein, and GG hit Certs series on M. 66/67 canvassing). The structural reason is that on January 3, while visiting a friend in Eugene I took a false step on a slick railroad ties serving as a porch step, and broke my fall with my right arm and shoulder. Driving back home and sleeping that evening were both sexual and painful, but because I had reasonably full motion of my arm as long as it was close to mychest, I self diagnosed that there was a lot of bruised tissue and muscle, perhaps the strain, but no breakage. But the next dayI maxed up to Kaiser and had them take a looksee. The nurse practitioner (eAI fish and sea!) Said much the same thing that I had surmised the night before, "but let's take an x-ray just to make sure." After a few minutes by myself, my hospital gown even more absurdly exposing due to the fact that I couldn't even keep it over my shoulder much less tie it, and wondering whether to start with Vicodin or shoot right for Percocet out of the gate, the NP came back with the x-ray results and seemed somewhat surprised to confirm that -- -- what are you know, I didn't break my arm. Given the egregious miss of the typo in that last sentence, I probably can't wait any longer to explain that since my right arm is in a sling,typing is an uncomfortable, slow, frustrating experience. That's literally why there hasn't been much in print from me. In the intervening weeks I've been able to comment more in places, but a full blog post has usually seems too daunting from the outset. so am I grading and burying it for this post? No; I'm using dragonfly naturally speaking dictation software. Every word that you see in text here has been spoken by me in one fashion or another through a microphone headset into my laptop.why would I not simply use the software you might ask? The answer is in the text here which I've decided to leave unedited and let the chips fall where they may. Call it a technology experiment and assistive device real-time test run. But I can't leave it as I did two paragraphs ago, where the NP tells me I did not break my arm. In fact I did, where the humorous bone meets the shoulder at the rotator cuff. It's a crack, not a full displacement, so it is not casted but I have it in mobilized in a sling. So to get a blog post constructed, I either need to hunt and peck with one hand& semi-normally with Mike T. Rex hand upon the keyboard,or use this dictation software. As you can see, none seemed like exceptional options. Oh, and the driving and sleeping were fitful, not sexual. Ha! It is about a six week healing process, and then maybe a few more for strengthening through PT.So in a couple weeks perhaps, the normally sporadic flow of posts from memight continue, which brings me to the emotional content of the dry spell. Maybe I would have had the stomach to endure one of these three flawed methods for blogging, if the state and point of blogging -- -- particularly in the political progressive realm -- -- retains some of the point and purpose it has had in the past. Deep divisions have developed in the blogosphere, both on the left and the right. The founders of both the balloon juice and Little Green footballs blog's have turned on the culture they created,creating a backlash from regulars but inviting a flood of new adherents, refreshed by the sense of confession and independence. The tea baggers are showing the potential to disrupt the establishment Republican Party in ways the club for growth could have only dreamed. on the left, fire dog Lake has splintered in some ways, as the battle for healthcare reform devolves into arguments about how shady a bill has to be before it's too shady to support. Fire dog Lake offers a home for the discontented left, while places like Democratic underground and the daily KLS has seemed to gather more reflexively supportive Democrats. The inevitable result of hyper partisanship is Ripple effects that create further divisions on either side of the center line, and that's what we have. The urge to remain active, participate and continue to press for positive change is still there; if there's one thing I've continued to follow with a clear head and a sense of righteousness its measures 66 and 67. So it's not a burnout of activism. It's a profound discontent with the holders of power in our federal offices, and an indignant despair that the ability to change such a system will likely come only with greater human suffering brought on by a true crisis too great to ignore, or some other precipitating event that actually moves them to honorable behavior. The decision to say goodbye cruel world to the Democratic Party in its current construct is pariah making, to be sure. Purity troll is the new faggot, and right now it is more popular in blogging circles than pants on the ground to accuse someone of it. Grow the flock up is another good one. I don't shrink from the critique of my perspective, but one does have to psych themselves up to bat away the harpies while trying to consider thoughtful criticism. One thing breaking my arm has doneis reintroduced me to a media life limited much more to television only. Blogging and using the computer, as well as video gaming (been addicted to NBA 09 for about a year now) -- -- that's been a near nightly ritual for years. It's my wind down time right before bed essentially. Having done no NBA, no mad then, no we fit or sports for over two weeks, and limited computer time, havegiven me an opportunity to see what it would be like if I simply didn't do those things anymore. (I should clarify that I don't consider music quote media", that the daily, almost constant need like bread bathrooms and sex. Well not constant on those other things). so that's where I've been. Thought you might like to know. I'll be back here again I think. Maybe at some point it will cease to be primarily at LO, or I would contribute to an LO run by someone else perhaps. or I just stop, and fade into the blog chatter background. Check-in, see what happens. |