habitual excellence

'when virtue has slept, it will arise all the more vigorous'.

"Genuine honesty, assuming that this is our virtue and we cannot get rid of it, we free spirits – well then, we will want to work on it with all the love and malice at our disposal, and not get tired of ‘perfecting’ ourselves in our virtue, the only one we have left: may its glory come to rest like a gilded, blue evening glow of mockery over this aging culture and its dull and dismal seriousness!" Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

That's all the heady material I have at my disposal today. It started off right, with an extremely strong cappuccino complete with a beautiful ratio of espresso to milk to froth. I outdid myself really. Yes, this trip to a Parisian cafe, courtesy yours truly. Okay, I can't take complete credit, Capresso was my crutch towards caffeinated divinity.

What am I reading right now? Apocalypse 2012. I went to the book store, in search of the perfect book. I've tired of the late 19th century classics. I'm not sure how this happened. I did a binge and purge? I am no longer interested in subtlety? All of those books say that society was SHOCKED by the lascivious nature of the book.....and I enjoy that. There's really no mention of sex, or seduction in them. But somehow these people smarter than me, even without the perfect cappuccino were able to pick up on these innuendos and emerge from it with mouth agape. "My! I do say." Maybe I just spent too many days in college picking my clothes off the floor of various gentleman's bedrooms. Just kidding dad.

Anyways, back to the imminent doom of if not 90% of the world's population, at least the Northern Hemisphere. I don't know. This book written by someone I've never heard of before, who has a myspace profile, and all of his "friends" are skanky, scantily clad females, (but I don't know, maybe they're selling cell phones or something), is pretty good. The scientific research is pretty thorough, and he does touch base on many factors that could lead to a rebirth of our civilization, including what is considered scientific fact as well as questionable prophecies and what have you.

I say bring it on. I'm kind of bored. Emerson said that all we need lies within us. I mean, sure. Yes, I believe that. But I also think that maybe our souls or the fibers of our beings and the cells as parts of this universe also react to fluctuating natural changes. It's sort of like how a woman's special time is in sync with the phases of the moon. Maybe our bodies CRAVE change and readjustment towards harmony with nature.

But I really don't care about all of that. I think it's time for the world to see some change. Mother Nature should kick some ass. Time for the Northern Hemisphere to be shrouded in a volcanic winter that results in the next ice age. I'm frightened and curious to see the reaction of humans during the inevitable crisis. I might start placing bets. GW is in a rocket in about 30 seconds. To wherever. Whatever strong hold they reserve for idiots.

In short...this is FASCINATING to me. And we have greatly underestimated our connection to the universe. I think that the flux between the sun and ourselves and the earth's naturally occurring processes are all interrelated, as perhaps scientists have known all a long. A sun storm encourages storms on earth, fluctuations in temperatures and radiation from the sun affects the earth as though it were a living being.

But anyways, I'm starting to sound like I'm on an acid trip, so I'm going to drop it. The high point of all of this of course is the fact that everything that seems petty or annoying is diminished somewhat. As I deal with people at work, and clients that come in with various "problems." They always have a problem, because they can afford to have problems. I just think to myself, It's okay, because the super volcano is going to erupt, or we are going to be pelted by waves of radiation from the sun, consequence an X45 sun storm. Which by the way, has only happened once in history, and if it had been directly aimed at us, there would have been some sizzling and frying.

At which point...those living off of the land will probably survive. And the rest of us, distracted and misguided by all the extra shit will be useless.

You may want to rethink how you treat hispanic delivery men, because there's a good chance you'll be asking Juan if you can stay at his grandparent's house in South America.

Speaking of hispanic men. This morning I was waiting for the bus and I saw the old man I see every day. He's always whistling some creepy little tune, and he always stops in front of me to say hello. So this morning, he walks past again, says hello, and then comes back for another round to which it proceeds as follows:

Old man: "I sorry to interrupt your reading."

Me: "That's okay."

Old man: "But I love you."

Me: "uhhhh. Thank you" (Which is my usual reply to that statement).

Old man: "Maybe you love me too?"

Me: "Um, Maybe" (Trying to be polite).

Old man: "I come to see you every morning. I come back tomorrow morning to see you."

Me: (Thinking to myself), Time to rearrange my schedule.

I can't WAIT to be dismembered in his basement. Hopefully, the sun's velocity increases before 2012, before he finds out where I live.

That's all for today.

Much love and apocalypse.