libations

sure do likes the drinkies. phew. it's a family thing, it seems.

and the giant libation that swept away half the world. what to make of this thing. maybe there's nothing to make of it at all.

but i can't help looking for significance. all i can find, though, is a surprising little knot of resignation, and some uncharacteristic pessimism: that the world will only see worse and worse. more people, and the globe in revolt, and no way out of misery for the masses. someone's idea of perspective.

tonight, on the bus, as is usually the way, blackness and speeding lights led to ponderings... i'd done some time at the big ol' mall in the heart of toronto this morning, and had needed to escape. having finally left the wormy-womb of the city, i could look back and shudder. what can possibly come of our globalizing drive to consume? imagine 10, 12, 15 billion people consuming even the small fraction of what we do that will be allowed. how how? but then i got to thinking (ha!) about what to do - how to redefine conceptions of hapiness, success, so that people might a) actually get there and b) do so without engendering the peril of the people. no answers, but at least a questions, and the sense of possibility, which is something to hang on to at the start of a new year.

(like our lovingly created piñata-effigy hung from his tree-bound cord as k-w's kiddies and growed-ups alike took their joyous whacks at the treasure-filled head of gwb - HAPPY NEW YEAR to all, and to all a good night!) - i'll try to find a picky-ture, i will!