Gal from everywhere has landed in Florida. This is my random diary, open for you, darling, talking about culture shock, money gigs, politics, pop, and simply . . . BEING HERE. XOXOXO
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Choosing our dramas . . .
Dear You!
See above photo: asteroid passing Earth. This time . . .
While enjoying my daily news fix (especially Sunday morning, looking back on the week that was), one gentleman caught my attention. He discussed his work with an interviewer; his chosen drama is asteroid detection and ELE (extinction level event) prevention!
When asked why this choice, why this work to protect our little planet from something that just doesn't feel "probable" (or possible), he answered that since other people were tackling the buzz-word-anxiety projects like ISIS, poverty, cures for cancer etc., he thought he'd devote his talent to something getting less attention. This marvelous dude invents ways to adjust the rock's trajectory, just enough to save us all (like the movie Deep Impact for all you 90's buffs).
Really, this planet has been hit by these babies before (talk to dinosaur ghosts). And they will be back. Apparently, Earth is ten times more likely to be hit by one of these zingers than we assume/realize. Someone on the "internet" said that, so it must be true :) But that's not the point. The point is we can choose our pet dramas -- choose where we will place our progressive/save-the-world energies. Maybe my obsession with American politics (especially the fight against religious freaks or civil liberty violations) should be shifted to something else.
What should my selfless, save-the-world obsession be? I don't think my recent "adoption" of a gorgeous, annoying feline counts. And I have no scientific ability or healing skill. I could walk around northwest Florida tragically rapping "Fight the Power", pick up trash along the highways or . . .
I could just be real and embrace my current obsession. I have to! Why? Because Ben Carson and Ted Kruz are running for president. Either one of those guys in the White House would be the equivalent of a big-ass asteroid hitting Mother Earth.
And on that note of futuristic fear, I shall sign off! Welcome in the first day of June . . . hours away.
And enjoy planet earth, now.
XO
Joyce
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