the end zone.

Yes it is american football season, again. And yes, this year the Dallas Cowboys do look better than ever. But I'm not talking about foot end zones. I'm talking about the end of this blog. Have you ever wondered what it would be like when you're like 40 or 50? Would you still be blogging? Would you still surf the internet, check your email? Would you have a computer and live a wired or a connected lifestyle? It's hard to imagine any of that for me. So yeah it's been fun bloggin'. I must admit at some points in my life this place was a blessed place to just vent or to just entertain (myself). But all this online stuff is getting old. I don't need to blog any more.

About war and life comforts.

It's the day before the 5th anniversary of the fallen WTC twin towers. My last minute plan to visit ground zero one last time is thwarted by my inadequate preparations for Monday's examination. Well actually it's been derailed because I am unable to effectively coax any of my colleagues-with-a-car to take me.

So today is the Dallas Cowboys kickoff. I actually believe they'll go far this season. Meanwhile I'm watching a suspense/thriller movie which is curiously provoking my innate instinct to secure a good living. It's directly related to being happy working in an otherwise unhappy environment, like working with computers all day, every day. Excluding the security of stable income and ample luxuries it's a bit more complicated than that. I find myself growing older - of course we all do - but in tangible waysy. I guess what I'm trying to convey here is that you (we) should not allow ourselves or others to deprive us of our comforts. If you're comfortable in a small comfort zone then certainly you've all the rights to remain in your selectively permeable bubble. So go ahead, eat your comfort foods and watch your comfort movies.

The pioneers of a warless world
are the youth that refuse military service.
-Albert Einstein

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting
to die for one's country.
But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying.
You will die like a dog for no good reason.
- Ernest Hemmingway