busy [bizee] adj 1. actively and attentively engaged in work 2. not at leisure; otherwise engaged 3. fancying oneself important 4. desperate excuse for not living one's life
This word is severely overused in our culture. Nay, the very concept of "busy" is abused. "Busy" is our catch-all excuse. Not spending enough time with your children? Can't be bothered about global warming? "Busy" trumps all.
Another problem: when someone cries "busy" he is often positioning himself as a pitiable figure, the victim of his busyness. His shoulders should be massaged and his slippers fetched. But being "busy" is, for most, a point of pride (not to mention, a self-inflicted condition). For to be "busy" is, we assume, to be quite important. So "busy" becomes a double-win: you get to feel important and sorry for yourself!
And oh the respect due the "busy"! What greater compliment than "he's a busy man." What greater source of shame than sitting on your ass and doing nothing. Those too important to clean their own houses are held in high esteem.
I know I sound harsh, Clebketeers. My apologies to the innocently and circumstantially busy. I don't speak of you, but of the "busy" epidemic that enables people to run laps on the great rat-treadmill and avoid dealing with their real lives. To just plain stop now and then isn't the worst thing.
Oh, and sorry for the spotty posting lately. I've just been SOOPER busy.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
Bush II: More Fun Than Expected
When Bush won a second term, didn't you get that doomsday feeling? I did. I remember working up a little list of awful things that could happen, just so I wouldn't be too surprised. Implosion of the planet by environmental abuse, explosion by nuclear bombs, Brian getting drafted to Iraq. You know, daydreams.
Granted, all those things might still happen. But Bush's second term seems more and more like a great period of uncomfortable squirming for the Bush crowd and satisfying revelation for the rest of us. He must wish he lost that election. At least then he wouldn't be the jackass sitting on the throne when the mob comes with the guillotine. I know there are still plenty of horrors being wrought daily by this administration, but pardon me if I enjoy this satisfying denouement. It's the part at the end of the movie when they show a little picture of each Bushie alongside a humiliating capsule description of where they are now.
Granted, all those things might still happen. But Bush's second term seems more and more like a great period of uncomfortable squirming for the Bush crowd and satisfying revelation for the rest of us. He must wish he lost that election. At least then he wouldn't be the jackass sitting on the throne when the mob comes with the guillotine. I know there are still plenty of horrors being wrought daily by this administration, but pardon me if I enjoy this satisfying denouement. It's the part at the end of the movie when they show a little picture of each Bushie alongside a humiliating capsule description of where they are now.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
A Little Ten Plaguesy
Sorry for my absence, Clebketeers, but it was a little Ten Plaguesy around Clebilicious way last week. Food poisoning. Kitty surgery. Shell-less eggs. Disappearance of free cable. (Feel free to pour a drop of wine for each plague, lessening your own cup of joy in recognition of my suffering. Or pour for homies lost--interesting how similar are the two customs.)
Anyway, expect intriguing new posts soon. Will they be about Hennessey and Camilla's quest for oranger egg yolks? Or the delicious denouement of Bush's second term? Chickens roosting, either way. Stay tuned.
Anyway, expect intriguing new posts soon. Will they be about Hennessey and Camilla's quest for oranger egg yolks? Or the delicious denouement of Bush's second term? Chickens roosting, either way. Stay tuned.
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