I suppose I have lived in interesting times. Like Dickens’ character, I do not yet know whether I will be the hero or the villain of my own life, nor do I yet know whether it’s a curse to live in such times. In a way, it reminds me of the Chinese “Warring States” Epoch some hundreds of years ago before the Empire was restored. I was born right after World War II, on the precipice of the Korean War; I grew up with the war raging in Vietnam. I watched us go to war again in the Gulf War and now, the Gulf War sequel and the so-called War on Terrorism, a never-ending war of 1984 nightmarish dimension.

My lifetime has been “interesting” as well due to the fabulous advances in technology and medicine. I think the beginnings of space travel, the virtual evolution of mankind by means of computer enhancement and the eradication of smallpox are all signal events.

So, how important are the events of my own little life on that scale? I can’t even complain at this very moment that anything’s broken, bleeding or in jail.

I had a flat today.

Tuesday was a horrible day in court, but today was terrific.

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I’ve looked back over the blog for the past month and I’m doing a lot of bitching and moaning. I don’t experience life that way. No, really, I don’t. Mostly, I’m a pretty happy camper and more often than not, I can maintain some perspective. How important is this going to be 5 years from now? In a thousand?

I’ve now blamed crankiness on both the dark of the moon and the full moon. That’s half a month I’ve been cranky. I have the fear that I’m just turning into one of those old bachelor curmudgeons. Kinda like The Gary with silver hair. (Just kidding, old boy.)

I hope you guys can also have some perspective on what I write. I do bitch and moan. However, I also go to movies, go to art shows, work with Oz and JohnX on the movie, write and read my stories at the Red Cup, and pursue a rather active social life as well as a profession. I’m actually enthusiastic about life and try to live it fully and exuberantly.

Tonight is not my night out. It’s Noveau Beaujolais est arrive night at the local bars/restaurants and a recovering alcoholic like me needs to know his limits.

Pray for peace. Love greatly and unwisely. Laugh as much as you can whenever you can. Speak the truth fearlessly. Sleep well.