September 2008


Oh, politics these days. 

Watching Friday’s presidential debate was…interesting. And I kept noticing some things. For some reason, McCain would not look at Obama while Obama was speaking, and he wouldn’t look at the camera during his own responses. Obama was engaged with not only the moderator, but the people at home. I felt like he was more respectful to his opponent, and he looked at McCain thoughtfully. It was like McCain was afraid that looking at his opponent might lower him to the level that he was actually considering what Obama said.

And, I’m sorry, but it seems like McCain only really cares about certain groups of people. When Obama stated how it was terrible that veterans didn’t have enough coverage to get therapy for PTSD, McCain responded by saying that he would take care of the vets because he ‘loves’ them. But when Obama also said that it was deplorable that the average American citizen was unisured, that children and parents were unisured, McCain said nothing. It was as if he only cared about the vets. Liberal or not, the plight of the unisured is inexusable. And it remains that if we elect a Republican their focus will be more on America’s internation affairs and containing terrorism rather than the conditions within this country. And I’m sorry, but while foreign policy and security is very important, a country must be aware of what ails the average good citizen. And with the economy going the way that it is, ailments are on the rise. If nothing here changes, what exactly are we working (and spending) to protect? And we MUST work to end our dependance on foreign oil. People have known for decades that the oil supply would run out eventually, but we put it off, and now it’s our problem, and it has to be be solved sooner than later.

And Sarah Palin. What can I say about her? She offends me on about 27 different levels, which I won’t go into. But mainly she is not qualified to be in the white house, and she is not a proper representetive for the people of the United States. I’m not sure who she represents exactly, but I don’t think she’s the kind who gets invited back to political conferences.

Speaking of American oddities, the Vampire seems to be gaining some kind of revival. I admit, I didn’t really think I would like Twilight, but I loved it, and I wasn’t planning to watch True Blood, the new HBO series, but I did, and I’m kind of hooked. True Blood is like Twilifght grown up, with more nudity and gore – HBO style. It’s an odd show really, but I’m actually looking forwarfd to watching it tonight.

So why has the Vampire come back now? Since Interview with the Vampire, there hasn’t really been a mainstream vampire movement, except in poorly made horror flicks. What is it about our culture that is allowing the trend to resurface? Is it that we feel we are being sucked dry by some mysterious force that has blended in and, on the surface, looks just like everyone else? And vampires are always connected to sexuality, so is that somehow related to the pop-culture sex industry? There’s a clear separation in these kind of societies, where one group has most of the power and lives off the other group. Now, where do I see that….maybe how the rich keep getting richer while the middle class is being drained? And, just like in True Blood, being bitten does not necessarily make you one of them – and certainly being used by the upper hands of this country does not make you better off.

I’m not sure,  but, at this point, I think it might be more fun to be violated by a smoldering vampire than the American economy, or the gas pump. True Blood agrees.

So look out for my Master’s of English dissertation: the relationship between the emergence of Vampire literature and political/economic culture.

Just kidding – though, wouldn’t that be fun?

As ‘they’ say, there’s a calm before the storm, but what about after? When all the excitement or destruction has moved on and the dust has settled, what’s left? I don’t think it could be called calm….and if it did, well I guess we’d better expect another storm.

Whoever said that things will inevitably return to normal was also a little…off. Because once things have gone through so many changes, who the heck knows what this normal is or how to recognize it, and of course the previous normal isn’t normal anymore at all! If I move to another house, but have the same furniture and wear the same clothes and put my morning coffee in the same mug, does that mean I’m back to normal? Even if all my things are arranged in different ways and I drink my coffee at a different time because I no longer have to wake up at the same time? And when does normal start? When boredom sets in?

The sticky is, once we get through the changes and start to get bored of them, we look around and wish things would be ‘exciting’ – we want a life that thrills us, but without all the anxiety and strife that comes from the rush. Another rub comes from the fact that no one can really tell you what your normal will turn out to be – in fact, this is one area where cliche is often right, take the “one man’s trash is another’s treasure” or “the grass is always greener on the other side” for example. But all society seems to tell is that our concerns aren’t really our own – they belong to our angsty greater social consciousness. Therefore any solutions that get thrown at us aren’t exactly tailored to any specific needs, so they usually fail.

It remains that the majority of real help we get comes from within us, and not from some giant psycological library. Most ‘breakthroughs’ in therapy are achived when the patient is able to use a part of their own mind to illuminate another area. Certainly someone is needed to show the patient the way in, but the real work is not done by the therapist (sorry Freud). Maybe that’s why we get so lonely these days, we get stuck in our own minds when everything around us is screaming “come outside and listen to what we have to say!!”

So here I am, sitting, looking around and wondering if this is what my life is, now. Which isn’t a bad thing. And another thought: having a very adorable and furry kitten sit on your lap and purr is very reassuring. Plus, since she keeps trying to sit on my laptop, I think I must stop writing now.

Maybe it’s a good idea if the other shoe never drops.