year end report...

I'm supposedly getting a day supposedly away from the money hunt, that realm where the deflections of reflections are dispatched with stark prejudice; fended off by offensive honed daggers and defensive polished shields, where moments of inner awareness are easily ricocheted off the hallowed walls in halls of mercantile madness, commercial enhanced gladness... for some, and gladiator consumo-wrestling... for others. I'm supposedly now enabled, disconnecting from survival economics and switching make or break into the creative landscape where I have supposedly more important work to do. Fat chance.

So instead of a stream of consciousness rally, I'm more in the mood for making a tally. For 'tis the season to be taking stock, sifting through accumulations of crock and I'm not sure how I got so overwhelmingly-informed. A formula to ponder; maybe accessibility plus curiosity plus an in-the-know voracity and the aggregate to the right of the equal sign is less than the truth of the tape, the proof in the pudding, or a book judged by it's cover. Did the eggs hatch before I got them counted? Someone says they did. It just flashed across the bottom of the screen.

I heard or read, however I was fed, the truthiness of intellectual honesty as presented by pundits of spin, who insist on the win, is an opinion served up as a fact, but never sent back to the kitchen as over-cooked. For failure is a misconception of lesser-be's in the no-know. Someone was just lobbing an honest perception, and got paid for it's conception, rebuttals supplied for an equal access deception, as disclaimers of liability follow, until the next spatula sticks to the pan.

Such a preposterous dissemination of nano-speed information is up to the beholder... and what do I behold looming lowbrow under the radar within this threshold? I evoke the power of 'It':

If it's one or the other, it's probably a little of both and really not worth the bother. That's the problem with non-absolutes. You can't go to war over them.

If it's touted as a buy, it's more than likely a sell. Because a few people with very fast machines have more to make getting out as the many you are getting in.

Bandwagons are for tone deaf people without alternative transportation and an ipod.

The only absolute is change. As I just found some in my pants pocket, what more proof do you need?

It's not what we make that is as important as what we buy, especially if it's made somewhere else by people who can't afford it.

It's getting colder as things get globally warmer and the water is rising as the wells are dying up. Our soggy bone-dry cups runneth over.

It didn't used to be this way, but food tastes better when it's cheap and made by somebody else.

It either patron, or advocate, or manipulator be
build it and it will be bought
mass consolidation sought
hang that on your plastic xmas tree

Now if I can just figure out what 'It' is.