Street After Dark
Wednesday. An interesting aside in putting together my thoughts on the Prophet Muhammad caricatures is the fact I have a set of the drawings and didn't link them in the entry, the reason being I don't want to cause myself discomfort. I don't think anyone would track me down in righteous anger, you understand, but the thought occurs. Some odd unanticipated series of events and they receive a million hits and suddenly there's a fatwa on my head. What a wuss. I'd like to say it's because I'm no longer a youngster as full of piss and vinegar as a proper youngster should be, but unfortunately this is not the case. I don't think I was any different in my salad days. I didn't like confrontation then, I don't like confrontation now, even though I believe the free exchange of ideas (and pictures) is crucial to the health of a society, any society, all societies.
The doctor has suggested an inhaler that I will pick up at the pharmacy tomorrow. I went though this before with the same doctor, but the new inhaler contains something other than what the last inhaler delivered and I'm to the point I'm willing to try. A not bad day, today, but the head was acting up as I got home this evening and I went down the hill and had a combination sushi something with a flask of sake. A large flask of sake and then a small flask of sake (because we don't want to overdo it) and it seems to have improved my attitude. Nothing so uplifting as to alter my feelings about linking to the caricatures of the Prophet, of course. This is Oakland. We know enough to not go out on the street after dark.