You ever wake up and have a single tear roll down your cheek and not know why exactly? Well this happened to me this morning. It happens every now and then. Just all of life’s sadness compressed into one moment.
On my way to a meeting this morning, I stopped into Oryana, the local natural foods grocery co-op and bought a single twelve-ounce beer. A strong 7% IPA from the Ore Dock Brewing Company in Marquette. I haven’t drank in months but today had to be the day where I had to sneak one in.
Today, I called a couple of British visa consultants’ offices in London, seeking advice on whether they thought I’d be able to take a trip there next year, given my criminal history. The general opinion was that I should apply for a tourist visa after I pay back my court fines, even though Americans generally don’t have to do this. I was very grateful these people took the time to answer my questions, free of charge. One even called back with more information.
A few weeks ago I went on Black & White Magazine’s website and signed up to have a free issue sent to me. It said it would take about six weeks to arrive. I was excited to find an issue in my mailbox, which, on the cover, above the barcode, says usually costs thirteen dollars. I look forward to thumbing through it over the next week or so. I’ve looked through a many Black & White before, and that along with Aperture and Wired are some of my favorite magazines commonly available.
Just got back from work. This has been the warmest day of the year by far. Right now it’s about seventy degrees Fahrenheit. I was thinking today about how I was in rehab last summer and due to the proximity to the Canadian border – would listen to CBC Radio One, a Canadian public talk-news radio station. They had this corny comedy show every week, kind of like Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me on NPR. It was mildly amusing listening to Canadians talk about that time President Trump threatened to completely shut down trade with Canada if they didn’t come to an agreement on a new trade deal.
I’m not much for politics. I’d consider myself a radical centrist if anything (hate me, I love it). Brexit has caught my passing interest. I don’t know the nuances of the situation, but I do know why a majority of the UK voted to leave the EU. They didn’t like their borders being ignored. The British are a proud people with a rich culture. I’m sick of reading and hearing people say that wanting to limit immigration is racist. It’s not racist. It’s unfortunate that some people were born in a shitty place. But the solution to their problem is to fight, possibly with the help of global super-powers such as the United States, not to run to countries such as the UK, where the economy is better, then demand their cultural norms be enforced on those people. I want Britain to be as British as can be. I don’t think it’s the same in America, so don’t fucking come calling me a white nationalist. Although I’m not supportive of illegal immigration, America is still a melting pot, and I believe if any place is to be accepting of foreigners it’s the United States of America. In my version of an idealized world Britain is British, Poland is Polish, Pakistan is Pakistani, Japan is Japanese, and the United States is the dominant culture of the world – forever adapting to and protective of all the rest. Political and cultural power involves acceptance, from all parties, after all.