I still have a dialogue going with the man from India who will be in the US next week, but I doubt this is a partnership that will succeed, because I am not sufficiently agile, and I'd have to drop everything and absorb the consequences, namely, that I could never return to Riverside. Whatever the spiritual bliss of that, I still need a landing, in essence. I learned from foreign correspondents that Asian Indians are more likely to interact with vulnerable groups, and herein lies my proof.
California liberalism on the socialist side of the spectrum will paternalize me, and that plays out like a Jimmy Dean commercial, but the disabled woman dares have a valid counterpoint, and oh, her email goes to junk, but the Asian programmer deigns to interact with me. It was pleasant, however futile, or nearly futile (I am determined that team OZY and I will have a real conversation. Do I expect this conversation to provide me employment? Further my career? No, but if I can contribute a nano liter to putting OZY out of business, it would be good fodder for his program).
Dreams about my felines invariably mean something else, driving on a nearly pitch black road with little kimmy on my lap. She jumps off behind a car and I am panicking she will be killed and ask for directions at a crossroad, needing to pick which direction I want. These intra species bonds are invariably selfish, whatever I'm in the process of losing.
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