Just be yourself. What does that mean? How do we just be ourselves? At which age are we closest to the self that is the self?

Today’s results in San Francisco—the public defender win. Chesa Boudin won the mayoral race for SF in California. This is a fellow who stood up against the Democratic machine and all of their endorsements to win. This could bode well for a message that really does need to be heard. Democrats, liberals, progressives, all are quite sick of the slick, the machine, the corporate in any dress that does not truly represent the people.

And the Packers won on Sunday, though a bit of a sloppy win, still a win. We’ve a bi-week coming up so this Sunday’s a freebee. We’re now 8 and 2. Not bad at all moving forward. Especially when we thought we’d have to wait for 3 years while the new team got put together. That’s the normal when the olds are replaced by the new players.

British novelist Julian Barnes was right when he wrote in his book “A History of the World in 10 ½ Chapters” that “Irony may be defined as what people miss.” And mostly people misuse irony when they mean poetic justice. That’s when people get their just deserts for how they have acted or lived their lives. That or another misuse, that of Karma, when it isn’t Karma at all. Likely it’s the “what goes around comes around” thinking.

Some quotes are just lovely of themselves, tho we might never find a good use for them. Consider:

“Yes, I have actually mined coal, and distilled liquor, as well as seen a girl in a pink dress, and seen her take it off. I am 54 years old, weigh 220 pounds, and look like the chief dispatcher of a long-distance driving concern. I am a registered Democrat. I drink.” ~ The Butterfly

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