Today I love making radio, making shows, making music play over a huge area and knowing I’m the one that programmed that. I love that every time I choose a song I laugh because I know there will be people who love it and people who don’t love it and people who are indifferent towards it, people are so different and they cling to the idea that they aren’t so hard, and I get to keep hinting at them that they are never going to thrive if they don’t tolerate the differences, and they’re never going to admit the truth if they keep seeing others as being just like themselves and disliking the ones they can’t delude themselves into seeing that way. I love how I can somehow start talking about radio and end up talking about tolerance, I’m kind of an odd one in that respect. I love that no matter what I start talking about, what I really want to say usually comes out. I love that there are some pretty darned tolerant people in my sphere of influence. I love that when I say my sphere of influence I’m usually talking about the sphere of people who have influence over me. I love that I haven’t so much chosen these friends as they have accepted me, and I think that’s very tolerant of them.
Today I love that the radio show got written yesterday and although I am way behind schedule it looks like it will be in the can by mid afternoon at the latest. I love that today is Friday. I love that I’m hoping for a light day at work, ’cause I have an open mic to host this afternoon. I love how things all gang up on me and I bust my way through them. I love that somehow I always manage to get things to work out, though sometimes I sacrifice my own things to make the things I do that have public consequences work out. I love that people recognize me and sometimes I haven’t got a clue who they might be and it’s happening more frequently so I’m either getting famous or I’m getting old and forgetful. I love that I’d be okay with a combination of semi famous and semi old and forgetful, that would be just about perfect, enough to make me feel good but not enough to make me more pompous than i already am.
Today I love that there is a Roomba vacuum cleaner wandering around the house. I love that we are contemplating calling it R. Daneel or perhaps R. Isaac, we’ll see. I love that it pulls back from the edge of the stairs like it’s drunk and has just managed to save itself, which it has done. I love that I now have even more of a reason to get the clutter off the floor, so that Daneel (or Isaac) can clean for me. I love that it relies on me to empty the dirt it gathers up, makes me feel like I’m not useless … well, not completely.
Today I love drinking coffee in my recliner while I work away on my morning tasks and the Roomba wanders around our house making tsk tsk noises at the dirt it finds.