Nothing’s gonna change my world
Jai Guru Deva OM
Eating dinner at my house was pretty much a thirty-minute game of survival-of-the-
most-invisible for the three of us kids. The cleverest of the bunch was able to duck under dad’s radar and avoid pressing whatever hot-button issue was brewing just below the surface for him. Often it was a racism issue or a sex or religion issue or something to do with a current popular song on the radio which fueled–in his mind– an increasing cultural depravity in the generation of anti-establishment teenagers who occupied his classrooms.
Dad hated religion but he hated what society became in its absence even more. I don’t know that he recognized the dichotomy there but it kept him embroiled in an emotional battle that he foisted on his own kids as he constantly prodded and poked us about concepts he’d caught wind of from his students and from which he was determined to save us.
button plays? Is it just me or is it seriously maddening? Exactly what is the magic movement that causes it to appear and then suddenly disappear as I get too close? I mean, I don’t know anything about coding but if I did I’d say something like, “That’s just bad code there,” or something like that.
BzirkWorld 