Desert Heat

Just because it is hard doesn't mean we should not try.-- Jay Carney, our indomitable conduit between the administration and the fourth estate.


I paid Amazon's price for the Windows 7 upgrade disk, as I would need it even if the download is free, and if I can get it to run in my corrupted drive, then all is well, and if not, I go to my virtually unused Toshiba, cross my fingers, and while I am doing that, play patty cake with this poor HP, grand old lady suffering under my illiteracy. She really is not worth much more money, but I cannot afford to keep buying computers, tablets, and a new battery for her, that will come next month. The HP is definitively she, a fusty queen, in contrast to my Dell, who was a good boy until my landlord's oh so wonderful subcontractors terminated his hard drive, but let me not dwell on my resource drainage. And as per my aunt's advice, I will do my best with the Vista drivers, but remain confused, debating my television choices for this afternoon. I saw a portion of Tuck Everlasting before, and other than the fact that it left my shift in neutral, my jury is out as to its utility, but I believe for now, this is a skip, not that I necessarily eschew children's literature, I just never tried to be that kind of writer.

Let me scour my sentiments about Israeli politics with slightly more over-simplified persistence, while I push Vinnie and his nagging off with my skull, and tell him to leave me alone. No sale. They do not like the fish, but little kimmy was a good girl, and after the excitement of mommy's fall from bed, she ate her breakfast. I am snowed in, as even minor accumulations can damage either power chair, so they have to tolerate the supply I have available. My sympathies toward the Jewish state cooled during the first intifada. A video of a gaunt vulnerable father getting killed while trying to shield his child, a young boy also killed in a hail of bullets at a military checkpoint, shrivelled my heart. I have never been marginalized to that extent, but I am certainly that expendable. What was the price of their deaths in the course of geo-political reality? Nothing but the price of my memory, and perhaps burial in a network video archive, but it was enough.

The Holocaust is no excuse for 66 years of Palestinian blood on the hands of Israeli capability, sweeping up nearly mute collateral damage along with perhaps justified intransigence of refugee resistance. The Islamic faith has its own appalling callousness, but I am quite capable of entering into how and why their radicalization occurs.