questions to start the year

Something must be written. I really must write. Write must I, really. Really, I must write. I must really write. There are many topics to write about, yet I ain't got nuthin. New Years Day. And no topic sparks an idea. Nothing seems important enough to write. So, instead, I write nothing.

I went to Baltimore last night. That sounds like something worthy of my keyboard. There were hordes of people. The SWAT team circled Harbor Place, and I left. The lights and reflections and boats were pretty.

Nothing stays the same. Some people argue that change is good, but I must disagree in some instances.

As a child, I could roam the Inner Harbor for hours. My friends and I would walk the two miles to the Harbor and occupy ourselves with watching people and eating food. Back then, it is important to note, food would not take up all of our money; we might even have enough left over to buy a new scarf.

"Mayor Shelia Dixon" was plastered on every poster, truck, stage, instrument, building, boat, inanimate object within a mile of the Harbor. Before midnight, she yelled to her "multitudes" that she plans to make Baltimore the safest city in the world.


crack dreams.


Queen Elizabeth has more power over Baltimore than this woman.


And she was wearing a dead animal on her neck.

Not sure why I am personally offended by fur coats. I wear sheep skin UGG boots, and have several leather purses. What is the difference? Am I just a hypocrite? Probably.

Midnight was destroyed by a fight between myself and my boyfriend. I do wonder about this year. I was fine with 2007. Not a bad year, though they seem to get progessively worse. Is it the year? or is it my age? or is it my increasing pessimism? cant it be helped?


Why do people collect things? My mother obsesses over antique dishes. Obsesses. She never uses them, wont sell them to collect their monetary value. She just hordes them.

I collect items of no use that would ordinarily be thrown away. Not because I want to reclaim them, or give them purpose, or because I feel they have a value to anyone. I collect the items I collect because they are pleasing to my eye. They are pretty, or evoke some feeling.

What does a coin collector feel about his coin collection?

Without collections, items would be lost. Someone needs to collect old coins because of the historical value.

the same might be said about pottery and art.


Who decided that people should collect Holiday Barbie? Beanie Babies? Star Wars figurines? teapots?


Is it a race to see who can own the most items?

Why do we continue to make some things? we mass-produce so many things that no one wants.


everything is liked by someone. This is a point that fascinates me to no end. Somebody in the world likes the sound of breaking bones. Someone likes cabbage. Many people enjoy the smell of dog poop. why?

is it an appreciation for something strange that makes people like some things? Are masochists and sadists mentally unhealthy? or am I weird for being repulsed by such things?


I wonder, often, if I am the one who is wrong about life. Is my perception skewed?

I think it is wrong to drive 90mph on twisty roads while drunk. Am I the one who is wrong?
I find it repulsive to smear my feces on public toilets. Am I wrong?
I cannot bring myself to torture, hurt, maim, kill another living being. Should I try harder to do these things like other people? Are people who hunt for sport intelligent beings who have life figured out?

Do some people feel that they are more important than the other 99.9% of the world's population? what is the difference between this and selfishness?

Does the person speeding at 90mph have a much more important destination than the rest of us? what about the person they rear-end and kill? Was that newly-departed person simply in the way? does this qualify as "survival of the fittest?"

who are these bi-ped fiends I share a planet with?

should marijuana be legalized and alcohol banned? I'm beginning to think so.