If you know your history, then you would know where you're coming from

Happy Armistice Day. Which was renamed in America "Veterans Day" because we kept having more wars and producing more military dead and injured and survivors to honor.

It's a complicated issue, for me, and I'm sure for many others out there. I'm not exactly pro-war or pro-military. But I'm also not pro-"I hate this complicated thing that doesn't apply to me so I'll just express brief disdain, then ignore the issue". I know it's not really the same as being pro-sweatshop worker and anti-sweatshop employing company, but I do wish more progressive and liberal people approached the issue with similar ability to struggle about how we're all caught inside this military/police/prison-industrial complex, how we are all culpable, and what can be done to undo it.

( let's rename it national burn those stupid ribbons day )

I don't know why I love you like I do, with all the drama that you put me through

Number of minutes I procrastinated on writing up the student learning analysis of my field study requirement for my Master's degree (estimated): 259,200

Number of minutes it took to complete said write up: 46

I like to think of procrastination as the uber-distilling process in my brain, where I sit and let thoughts marinate and simmer and become more potent and then the final product is almost the same as if I had been working on something a little bit over time.

But mostly I'm full of isht.

Of course having said that, I hope it will work tomorrow when I sit down to write two novel chapters I've been mulling over for the past 2 weeks.

I bought this book at a used bookstore months ago, and kept meaning to pick it up, but didn't, and last weekend I finally did and it's perfect -- one of those times where you read the exact right book at the exact right time. Anyway, it's called War Is a Force that Gives Us Meaning which I love as a title and thought it would be about something else, a kind of pro-war book as part of my research, but it's not at all, and it makes me think of the general topic of great titles. There are several that I love and wish I'd thought of, regardless of whether I liked or even read the book itself.

They include:

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love - (Raymond Carver)
I Know This Much Is True - (Wally Lamb)
You Get So Alone at Times It Just Makes Sense - (Charles Bukowski)
Colors Insulting to Nature - (Cintra Wilson)
I Spit on Your Graves - (Boris Vian)
I Am No One You Know - (Joyce Carol Oates)

I can't think of any others right now.