Jack Fisher

Dire warnings, indeed. But I can't help myself, so this blog will see a little more of my observations as a cog in the very quirky world of Internet tech.

I caught a skin infection of some sort in Asia. I think it was Asia. Definitely India and possibly Egypt (Africa, I know).  It's hardly noticeable on my face but my forehead has scab-like dots all over.

My old stomping grounds, the evangelical movement (EM) in the States, has pinned their hopes on the Republican Party and the current administration.  It looks like change has been in gestation for some time, and the younger leadership is steering the big vessel beyond the wedge issues of "abortion,

In any case, I think living in the basement has really gone to my head.  There is no light and so it is pitch black when I "wake up"

In New York, the only blackout we had was the emergency, what-the-fuck, governmental failure type.  There, people sweated in subways and unventilated offices.  Here, they lounged on the grass.

They have risen against thugs and brutes for basic physical human needs.  These are the images you'll see: barefoot monks, surrounded by columns of farmers and townsfolk and children, walking in a huge sea of red towards the symbols of their culture, their pagodas and temples.