Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Dream On

Had a change in schedule yesterday, so my sleep schedule was off. Well it is always off but i was able to get more than usual last night. I took a three hour nap, woke at 2300 for a meeting, then read until 2am. I kept waking up because I had guard at 0500, and one time around 0330 I rolled over on my back. For some reason sleeping on my back makes things weird sometimes. I had laid there maybe five minutes when I heard my roommate talking in his sleep. He was clearly repeating what our Platoon SGT had told him earlier in the day, and mumbling what I assume his responses had been (I wasn't there for the original conversation, but heard details from Plt Sgt and others). Basically just another shifty detail (which we are good at) but with higher approval this time. Anyway he got angry or something, threw a pillow off his bed, then threw one over towards me. I tried to say "What the fuck?" but couldn't get the words out. after two tries, I finally woke up and said it out loud. My first clue should have been that he only has one pillow.

Those who learn from history are doomed to want to change it.

Anti-Piracy warning on a Jimmy Buffett CD

Two out of three Iraqi police don't like girl scout macaroons. (Based on an interview of the three working with me when a guy in a forklift gave us each a box. I let them taste one from my box, cuz they seemed reluctant to open theirs (open box lowers resale value). Chance of error 99%)

Hubble Telescope at 0552 this morning while waiting for PT formation.

Prayers for safety in travel for those rotating out here over the next month.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Eve Of Destruction, Tax Deduction

There was a show on when I lived in the states called 'Connections', showing how a bunch of seemingly isolated inventions and events were in some way connected. A lot of their dots were connected rather tenuously, others were glossed over because to fully explore the interplay between ideas and influences would take hours to connect just two dots. Cool show, hope its still around.
One of my favorite hobbies is trying to find similar notes between whatever books I have recently read. Two or three unrelated books will all touch a common topic or theme in some small way. I like to look at these as little messages. Some of these connections may be the effect of the "classics" or an earlier writer who influenced many after. While three unrelated books may have a reference to The Lord of The Rings simply because it is a part of the culture, the fact that i read these three in a row is enough for me to call it a dot.
For about a week and a half CCR was at the top of my playlist, playing "Have You Seen The Rain?" daily at least. For the last few days The Temptations have been in constant play. The seven minute "Poppa Was a Rollin Stone" always gets my dorky ass movin, thankfully most often while I am alone. "Ball Of Confusion" has a few lines in the 'unshakable jingles' part of my brain, one being the title of this post. Yesterday I realized what they meant to me. We are in the same position as a planet as we were back then.(The names have been changed to protect the guilty...) or (SSDD). But where I am right now makes the destruction seem more personal. My location also negates the tax demon from my bonus for reenlisting. They wanted to have me recommitted on Sept 11, but I know a publicity stunt when I see one. I am sure they will have a group there, and a crowd, and I would just as soon re-up in a dark room with no hoopla. I understand that bringing attention to who is staying in is used to encourage others, who always hear everyone talk about "F#&% That!, I'm getting out" (most of whom end up signing too.) My nature is to keep a low profile, and I will be reenlisting with a friend and an excellent young officer.
The other line is "...people all over the world, are shouting 'End the war!', and the band played on." Yeah the band could be the politicians and other players who keep on with their oily practices with no regard for the Peoples cries. But from where I stand, the band is me, my fellow soldiers, and the people over here who believe their efforts will result in a better Iraq. The band is also the Iraqi people, the police and defense force we work with, the students and teachers, the mothers and fathers, who know the value of their new situation, and realize that with hard work and responsibility they will once again be a country that others seek to emulate. I look at my maps and dream about these names... Babylon, Nineveh, Shanidar, Nimrud, Ur...
I've got to thank 91Ghost, I am sure that putting my link next to CB's on his post has tripled my visitors. I will try to post more often to return the favor.
I have a lightheartedness today, that comes from surviving personal trials (or possibly from watching Kate Hudson prance around in "Almost Famous"). We are all surrounded by creatures of evil and malice. I have recently survived a bout of their attention. May you survive your ordeals and be kissed with awareness and appreciation while in the peaceful eye of the storm.