November 23, 2004

• SITUATIONREPORT

  First, I think it’s time for a progress report.

  Why?

  Because I have progress to report.

  How it used to be:
  No middle ground for me.  Extremes:  hot passion or temper, cold rage or contempt.

  Now, my emotional repertoire includes some warmth and some cool.
  That’s progress.

  Not that I’m not still capable of reaching the high and low ends of my
  range.  Now I can manage to live in the middle of it sometimes.

  I also think I’m not quite as territorial as I once was, but I still
  like the idea of having a space that is mine, my little sanctum. 
  That was the attraction for me in blogging from the start.  I’d
  done chats and BBS forums and had my fill of mods deleting my posts
  because they did not conform to the party line.

  I deplore censorship on principle, so when the first annoying insects
  started buzzing around my Xanga site, I hesitated to slap them down
  with a block.  I hesitated briefly.  It’s my place, and so it
  remains.

  Now I have had to decide if KaiOaty’s Klinic is going to be open or
  closed to those who wish me ill.  On the one hand, I don’t like
  censorship in any form.  On the other hand I have a lot of
  legitimate work to do there and can’t see the advantage in letting what
  order I’ve achieved be turned chaotic by deliberate disruptors.

  And then there’s the issue of endless arguments bringing down the mood,
  the tone, of the place.  I advocate love.  I practice love,
  and dammit I’ll keep practicing until I get it right!  I’ve got
  the unconditional part of it down, but I’m still working on the
  universal part.  Some people are just harder to love than others.

  This has not been an easy choice to make.  Where does the courage
  of my convictions leave off and reasonable compromise begin? 

  Then I got to thinking about how some moderation in other aspects of my
  life can be viewed as progress.  I asked myself if unbending a bit
  on some principles, such as censorship, might also be a moderating move.

  I made up my mind.  Nothing is perfect.  Nobody is without
  some flaws.  Anybody can have redeeming characteristics, all the
  same.  But enough is enough and too much is way over the top.

  Moderation in all things, I say… except for addictive substances,
  truth-telling, and _______________ I’m leaving myself some blanks to
  fill in later, if I get back into an extremist/perfectionist mood.

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  And on the home front, the stray cat that adopted Greyfox and moved
  into his cabin with him finally had kittens.  After a gestation
  period about half again longer than normal, she has four little fuzzy
  sausages.  Tentatively, they are named Honer, Buckyball,
  Fullerene, and either Dingus or Five (maybe).  If I remember to
  take my camera in Thursday, I can take pics.
  

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