Yesterday I had four meetings in a row. Didn't get a whole lot done, as you might well imagine. Though one of the four meetings was a small topical one, reporting progress on an investigation we've been working on for a while now. It's cool to see what people are doing.
For a very long time, I've resisted the siren call of people who think that, suitably educated, everybody would of course arrive at the same conclusions they do. The "Wake Up!" school of political discourse.
It occurs to me that this is a great situation for a novel; and indeed, it occurs in a slightly different form in the one I just wrote. The main character, urged to action by her partner, wakes up and does something very different from what he expected. Both of them, acting for the best reasons, provoke massive unforeseen consequences. And, between the two of them, end up killing the very person who gave them the power to act in the first place. There's something very cool about flawed characters.
Hm. Seems the Lak[h]ota Nation have declared "continuing independence" from the USA. Should be interesting seeing how this shakes out, because they certainly have a point: the US Government has certainly violated treaties with them early and often. AP story. This might be somewhat more productive than when the American Indian Movement (AIM), also pushed by Russell Means, got into a shootout with the FBI on the Pine Ridge reservation in the 1970s.
And, it's almost Christmas. The music this year is relatively straightforward. Should be fun. We're visiting my folks this year; they're coming up on their 60th wedding anniversary in March, which is quite the feat. I think the shopping is done; we really should do the Christmas Card thing this year, though.
Which reminds me of a story. There was a guy I knew, an Episcopal priest, who was very much into the notion of celebrating Advent in the weeks prior to Christmas, and then Christmas for the 12 days that are actually a part of that season. After I moved away, I got a card from him in mid-December, which surprised me, given the above. Opening it up, it was deep purple, with, in gold lettering, the legend "And they recieved Him not." It was not a Christmas card at all; it was an Advent card. And I'm out.
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