Eccentric Flower:199811/votes and alterations
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three eleven twenty-two votes and alterations Aussie wrote me about the Dylan thing. I should clarify: If you're a singer or songwriter, you talented thing, you (I envy talents I don't have and have no respect for my own - one day my muse is going to leave me in a huff), then by all means write and sing protest songs - that's how you do your part in whatever revolution you happen to be in. But if you're a listener, sooner or later you need to get off your derriere and do something. Even voting would be a start. I voted today. Did you? If you're reading this, it's too late now. Actually, I don't worry about voter apathy all that much - I figure it's as much contentment as anything else, and once a sufficient number of people get irritated enough with the status quo, people will start to vote again. But, goodness - you really do forfeit your right to complain if you don't. Over here the ballot questions were more interesting than the candidates. We have a constitutional amendment pending - if passed, it will not only prevent legislators from voting themselves that Old Pay Raise, but will tie their salaries to how well the state economy is doing. Interesting idea, huh? I'm looking for the flaw in it - it's so simplistic, there's got to be one - but I haven't found it yet. Productive night, sorta. Finished three photo morphs - I'm working on transforming someone into all of the signs of the Zodiac. Five to go; Sagittarius is going to be really hard. The pictures take me about an hour each, and aside from showing up on my web site and hers, they're good for nothing at all, but yet I still feel as if I've been productive. After all, it was creative output. More relaxing than writing too - just put in that Louis Prima collection and fire up the Wacom tablet and a cup of peppermint tea. © columbine |
