Morning

The Orleans House is down now. It was done on Monday when I walked into work from the metro. A crane was still working away digging twisted metal out of the hole in the ground. I guess there was a basement, or they simply made one. I wonder what they are going to put in...I've heard a highrise but if it's condos, apartments, business...I've no idea. I can't imagine its condos with the housing market the way it is.

Scout spotted a pigeon this morning and started his chirping-talking and stalking it. I saw it flutter about below the balcony and then it appeared on my growing Italian parsley plant and then flew off to another rooftop.

No Second Troy - Yeats

Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?

Compassion

Although I guess I should keep my compassion separate from my ambition here? How would that work?

See previous post...

Three things I would like to do if I won the Mega Millions

1) Fund mountain gorilla protection. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20012317/site/newsweek/

2) Fund Al Gore's fight on global warming. When Precious, Amy, Julia and I went to see the photography exhibit at the Smithsonian Natural History Museum there was this picture of a polar bear stranded on a thinning block of ice in the middle of the ocean with no where to go. It was captured from a helicopter. The photographer said he checked the temperatures daily and they did not go below freezing. the look on this polar bear's face was just so haunting to me that I was actually crying while looking at it. The bear had no where to go. No way to get food. Nothing. It's likely she/he starved to death there on that block of ice, or died trying to swim her/his way to shore.

3) Fund Giant Panda research. I just love these guys. Especially Tai Shan. :) And I want another baby panda in DC.

Is this type of research actually good?

http://www.cnn.com/2007/HEALTH/06/26/sexuality/index.html

More and more people believe that homosexuality is not something that can be changed. That we are born with or without it.

I'm not sure this is a good thing or not. It seems to imply that if homosexuality is not inborn, then there is indeed something wrong with it.

I really don't think that's what gay proponents want to promote.

There are numerous species of animals that exhibit homosexuality. Are animals with a much smaller brain capacity than ours really capable of committing a moral wrong?

I think not. Perhaps this is the research angle we should be taking.

Time and Space

So I sit down at my computer desk to write and I decide that my eyes are straining too much to see the screen that my posture is bent forward, and this can't be good if I want to have any sort of stamina to write. So I move the lovely iMac closer, off of it's pedestal and down to eye level (it's true, you know, the computer screen, even though 20 inches, was way too far away to see text well enough without bending forward in the desk chair and inching close). I've been meaning to do this for a month now, but that thought of rearranging every item on my to accomodate the move is daunting.

Then I notice the dust. My god, the dust. If you know me, you know I have a thing about dust. And it's not a good thing.

But I told myself, NO. You will sit down and forget the dust and write.

So that is what I'm doing now, except I keep thinking about that dust.

This weekend I tell myself. This weekend.

God. If I am to buy a condo like the one I am living in now, it's gonna be like 450,000 buckaroos.

Now I'm depressed.

Love this poem

This is a wonderful poem by Mr. Neil Gaiman:

http://www.spiderwords.com/feature1.htm