I don’t want to discuss Bin Laden. Enough people are on it and I am torn by my sense of confusion on why we cheer a mission to kill. It is not that I wish we did not do it, I just wish that we did not have to; and “eye for an eye” never seems to stop at two eyes. I can take pot shots at Trump, further discredit Sheen, debate why countries that overthrow leaders make me both scared and thrilled, but again, there are plenty of people on it. The truth is, I just want to think about whatever comes into my head and not care if it is social media worthy. So, here is some unthinking thoughts from a coffeehouse on Newbury street – perhaps boring to you, but refreshing to me:
I don’t know how all the stuff works. New technology is supposed to make life easier and smarter, but it has just dumbed me down to where I don’t even know my daughters actual phone number. I don’t have time or constitution to read manuals. The undercurrent of fear that it will all stop working one day without my ability to fix it, makes me feel just plain stupid. #ironic.
That GPS lady makes me crazy. This isn’t a “guys don’t like asking for directions” thing. I just don’t need that many reminders. More, the moment she is turned on is the moment people are unable to just figure stuff out. I believe that “finding your way home” is an important lesson to learn. #literally
Jesus Saves. This is true to some and not to others. Rock on, whatever floats your ark. Just don’t you dare call someone else wrong when you don’t have proof you’re right. Sometimes I think I am the one that is supposed to help stand up for people who are being pressured around organized religion lines. #faithrules
Speaking of saving. Why do computer programs ask me to confirm I saved things that I am sure I did not change every time I exit out? This is unnecessary questioning. And speaking of unnecessary technology, I don’t know why I feel the need to “clear history” so much. I have nothing to hide, but obsessed about being tidy. #ocd
I am tired. It doesn’t seem to change anything or slow me down, but I cannot even remember a time that I wasn’t at least kind of tired. #naps
Making love and peace. To me, being a Dad is the most important way to make the world a better place. In fact, I have become an even better husband because of how much I love what Barbara loves. Life’s happiness is less about making love and more about what is made from love, but don’t tell that to Barbara just yet. #ruse
I have a funny bone. I love making people laugh, but nobody more than Barbara. When I can get her to buckle over it is worth a point in my head. When I get her to actually pee, it is worth a lot more points. Buckle + pee is a jackpot. I have a self directed mission to build up points. #joy.
Now that my coffee is gone, I may be up for a cocktail, as I just heard about the Osamatini – two shots and splash of water.
I LOVE Trident Booksellers. It’s the perfect place to think & unthink.
I second your thoughts on the GPS lady. Personally, I think she throws a little more attitude than she is justified to do. Even she make mistakes, so she should be a little more forgiving when you’re driving in unfamiliar territories. She also doesn’t really see how dreadful everyone around you is driving and doesn’t know that taking that right turn could kill you because they aren’t going to let you get across those three lanes of traffic.
Thank you for voicing the little heard message regarding cheering on a message to kill. It’s not the most popular thought….but yeah, an eye for an eye never stops at two eyes, despite the fact that we have only two per person.
Although its not an Osamatini- I Highly recommend recommend the martinis across the street at Sonsie. Meki or Olem at the bar can make beautiful ones.