Kismet I guess as I’ve been listening to Fatoumata Diawara of late and found this performance from ‘Amsterdam World’ and given a request for a shred, here you go:
As far as blog posts, I just find myself with struggling to say something fresh against the ongoing deluge of the old, the tired, the inane, the trite, the false, the petulant, the tea addled, the ill-informed, the misinformers, the pennywise and pound foolish, the demolitionist, and on and on. You know, the stuff perking along for decades and now infused into a depressingly large number of the up and coming generation as the Amsterdam Way. And on a national level, it’s even more pathetic.
On a personal note, I am also channeling my energies into creating and building, and I daresay, finding some moments of joy along the way. In dealing with local issues and pushing back against the negative barrage as this blog is wont, I feel you get sucked into a vortex of negativity and it starts to drain you and you find yourself revisiting the same arguments ad nauseum. Worse yet, spending more time fighting the negative than fostering the positive. That’s why I’m struggling with saying something new when you are merely fighting the same old mindsets and their hackneyed arguments.
Not sure what this all means ultimately but it’s where my head is at now.
It’s a beautiful day, go on a picnic, share an ice cream with the kids, drive to the lake, take a walk, grill cicadas, anything really, than dwelling on the harping of the nattering nabobs.
“Opinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, clever or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha