Where is my damned scribe?

Most days, I wish I had a scribe running around behind me. I have so many thoughts I want to write about throughout the day — some big, some small — that I can’t remember a fraction of them to start with. Even when I can, by the time I sit at a computer and have time to type them out, I’m no longer interested in exploring that thought. If I had that damned scribe kicking around while I’m driving through town or getting dressed after a massage, I could simply verbalize a whole post and just come back to edit it before posting it online. Damn, that would be easier.

Another option would be a voice recorder. Actually, I think I have one of those. But then I’d have to listen to my own voice and transcribe the words, and I wouldn’t like that. Listening to yourself speak is only slightly better than seeing video of yourself — anyone who is not a delusional narcissist will wince at both of those things. It’s a terrible thing to see the way your mouth twists to one side when you speak, or hear the tiny lisp or annoying sing-songy cadence in your voice. I find that stuff horrifying.

So I don’t know what I’m to do. I mean, today alone, I had at least three, maybe four things I wanted to write about. What were they now? I don’t know. I think one was about how we should be forced to see both the upstream and downstream costs of everything we do. For example, if you buy a car, you should have to sit through a seminar that details the destruction and waste caused by each step of the cars construction (like the mining of the metals and fabrication of the plastic moulding), as well as the destruction and waste associated with drilling for and refining gas and oil so that the car can run, and also the amount of pollution that car will puke forth in its lifetime, and so on and so forth. I think the same approach should go for everything else, too: the food we eat, computers and phones we use for a few years and then throw away, the cheap clothes made by slave labour that we wear, etc. People in the first world should be forced to confront the vast waste and destruction we are responsible for, and we should feel guilty and miserable for it. We deserve it.

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Buy chocolate, and you are responsible for rampant deforestation in the Amazon — animals are literally going extinct because you have a sweet tooth. Sleep well.

And that’s just one of the gems I thought about today that I DIDN’T have a scribe to write down for me!

Now it’s a few days later (I’m writing this in fits and starts), and today while I was on a run, I thought of something I wanted to write about. But when I got home, I couldn’t remember the damn thing. I retraced my steps and remembered other things I thought about during other portions of the run, but couldn’t remember the thing I wanted to write about. If only I had a damned scribe with me then. Fear not, though, dear readers — while laying on the floor doing yoga after my run, I spontaneously remembered the lost idea so I jumped up, dashed to the computer, and jotted the basic premise down. I will be delving into this latest masterpiece soon.

But my point is I need a scribe, stat. I can’t keep working like this. I’m hamstringing myself, like Michelangelo being forced to paint the Sistine Chapel with crayons. It’s insanity.

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I’m just goofing around. I know I have more in common with this Michelangelo.

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“give me my smokestacks and cancers”

i just read about some ontario communities that don’t want wind turbine farms anywhere near them. they’re pissed that the province is apparently going ahead and putting them near them anyway.

i can understand being pissed when your government doesn’t listen to you. what i can’t understand though is opposing long overdue development of cleaner energy resources.

do some people actually prefer to keep burning coal, oil, and gas for power? if so, why? do those supporters not give a shit about the known and well-documented dangers and ridiculous amounts of pollution associated with that stuff?

the main complaints people have about wind farms is that they’re ugly, the sound is annoying, and they kill lots of birds and bats. i think those are stupid arguments since the health effects of burning coal, oil, and gas are obviously much bigger problems. regardless, since they were first introduced, turbines have become much quieter, and designers have made changes so they are safer for birds and other wildlife.

and don’t tell me that turbines are uglier than billowing clouds of pollution. i won’t even entertain that kind of idiotic statement.

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lovely. i can feel my lung cancer spreading.

and guess what, all that black shit pouring out of those smokestacks kills birds and bats too. it also kills everything else on this fucking planet.

so i don’t think those ontario communities have a leg to stand on. they should get their heads out of their asses and be happy to be finally moving forward, taking real steps to leave a cleaner world for their kids.

christ, i don’t even have kids and i lose sleep over this shit.

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i’ll take this over smog and smokestacks any day.