on pronoia
27/2/06 18:28![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Oh, my word. There are 56 subject headings for "Blessing And Cursing" in the Library of Congress system. I had to check after seeing it listed in the catalog entry for Rob Brezsny's Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings:
I got nothing on the A-list done this past weekend -- that is, beyond staying up past 4:30 a.m. Saturday morning to draft pledge drive copy. There were also two meetings and a goodbye party for a friend. I did get to several items on my B-list: went on a thrift-shop spree (three pairs of shoes and six or seven skirts for less than $30 total); wrote two new poems; pulled together a new packet (Mary Anne and her students are looking for contributors...); and gave a friend a ride to Southern Thrift and Target, after which we split a lamb kebab plate at Anatolia.
There were also several prolonged bouts of pointless, irrational moping, but I'm mostly over myself now. As so many self-help books advise, you start to become the person you want to be by acting the part. So I'm off to impersonate someone with a less-cluttered living room and a finished "Tax Schedule B." And who is not, not, NOT coming down with the BYM's cold. *swigs down more juice, chomps on more garlic...*
As we stand on this brink, as we dance on this verge, we can't let the ruling fools of the dying world sustain their curses. We have to rise up and fight their insane logic; defy, resist, and prevent their tragic magic; unleash our sacred rage and supercharge it.
But overthrowing the living dead is not enough. Protesting the well-dressed monsters is not enough. We can't afford to be consumed with our anger; we can't be obsessed and possessed by their danger...
Here's what I say: We will ignore the cult of doom and gloom and embrace the cause of zoom and boom. We will laugh at the stupidity of evil and hate, and summon the brilliance to praise and create.
I got nothing on the A-list done this past weekend -- that is, beyond staying up past 4:30 a.m. Saturday morning to draft pledge drive copy. There were also two meetings and a goodbye party for a friend. I did get to several items on my B-list: went on a thrift-shop spree (three pairs of shoes and six or seven skirts for less than $30 total); wrote two new poems; pulled together a new packet (Mary Anne and her students are looking for contributors...); and gave a friend a ride to Southern Thrift and Target, after which we split a lamb kebab plate at Anatolia.
There were also several prolonged bouts of pointless, irrational moping, but I'm mostly over myself now. As so many self-help books advise, you start to become the person you want to be by acting the part. So I'm off to impersonate someone with a less-cluttered living room and a finished "Tax Schedule B." And who is not, not, NOT coming down with the BYM's cold. *swigs down more juice, chomps on more garlic...*
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2/3/06 17:44 (UTC)(Also tried to phone post it the other night, but I wasn't happy with any of the takes. Maybe later...)