Blocked!

I guess I’m not as conservative as I think I am, or I’m too conservative, or I’m an atheist conservative, or… …oh, who the fuck knows. I probably swear too much.

So, I thought it’d be fun to compile a list of all of the conservatives, (most of whom I’ve tried to retweet on twitter, only to discover), who’ve blocked me.

I’ll have to update this periodically, but the most recent is:

@boxandsend
@dangainor
@ChelseaGrunwald
@jenfidel
@jahbalon

I’m also aware of a couple of leftists who’ve blocked me. But I might hold the distinction of being blocked by more conservatives while actually considering myself one.

Anyway, there’s more to add to the list later. I just figured I’d get started on this.

The Bewilderment Of Starting

I remember the despondent feeling I had when I first cracked open my paleaontology textbook in college. It was a required subject I cared little about. I struggled to get through the first page, stopping to look up what seemed like every other word on the page. It seems like I spent the first night just getting through that first page, and it just seemed hopeless. The semester wore on, more and more yellow highlighter stained the pages of the book.

The next specific memory I have related to that first memory is of opening the book the night before final exams. I don’t know exactly how to describe the feeling I had, as I looked at that first page again, realising that I understood every single word, forward and backward on that page. I don’t know if elation, triumph, accomplishment accurately describe it, but it was a rewarding feeling; I worked my tail off to get through something I hated because I had to, and I knew at that moment that I was passing that class.

The reason I’m reminded of that first memory, is finally acting on advice a friend gave me when I was about 15 years old, I sat down and started to try to understand a little music theory. I have that same sense of despondency, that utter hopelessness and futility of trying to understand pages of words I don’t comprehend. It’s a little daunting. No, it’s more than a little daunting. My mind is befuddled with “tonics” and “triads” and “inversions” and countless other words I’ve barely begun to grasp the meaning of.

Here’s hoping I get to the part where I feel like I did on that night before final exams all those years ago.