Nothing really happened

So we drove to Key Largo this afternoon. It is still amazing to me to live so close to the water. Of course, it is impossible to make it to the water. The beach is blocked off to public except for certain sections. We were driving just so I could see my new home. I haven't been to the beach since I've moved here. I went out to eat at South Beach once, but I really didn't feel like going down to the water. So I guess it just hasn't really hit me where I live. The keys are close. They are accessible. I remember going to the Keys when I was a little girl. I loved Florida and thought it was the coolest state ever. Of course I remember thinking that Miami was ugly.... That really hasn't changed much. Florida was also only the third or fourth state I had seen at that time.

So we are driving down and I'm hearing constant complaints from my husband about how ugly Florida is and how it there is nothing but green. This whole time I'm looking to the side of the car in amazement about how dense the trees were around us the whole way. I know its been years since I have lived in Amarillo, but my appreciation for trees hasn't died yet. I remember first moving to San Marcos, I thought it was paradise in comparison. I think I vowed to never underestimate how my surroundings effects my moods, and to never allow myself to move to a grassland/desert area again. The general dryness just sucks. Well, I'm definitely don't have to worry about being dry here. It certainly is not ugly, at least the vegetation. Art also points at the downtown area about the beauty of skyscrapers. I can't help but look at them blankly. I think historic sections of cities are pretty sometimes, but I don't really care for skyscrapers.

Oh well, it was a nice drive today none the less. I need to go to sleep:)

Postmodernism

I have a question for my small audience. Is there anyone who truly understands the meaning of postmodernism? I know no other term that within the definition it says that this is a hard word to define. But there it is hovering over all of us as a defining point of our way of thinking. More of a defining point of our generation. It seems impossible to get rid of because of it having no real position. And why do I feel there is a need of getting rid of it? That is simple, there is nothing positive about it. It shifts with all positions, because its position is that there is no "right" and "wrong"; there is only the moment, or only an opinion. At least that is what I understand of it. Knowing that it is hard to define, I will give in to the possibility that I might be mistaken. All I know is that it is something the sucks beauty from art and meaning from philosophy. What I find sacred, with postmodernism turns simply into a cultural querk or a "point of view". It really gives a hollowness to everything, because there can only be what you are thinking now. There is nothing else.

If I am going about this in the right way I will go further with my questioning. How can people stand for this? How can people fall into this trap? To me it seems that the political correctness of today is greatly related to postmodernism. No one can say to a group, "what you are doing is wrong." Political correctness has the stance that morals are relative and that we have no place to judge. Where else could this have come from other than postmodernism? There are so many people that simply go along with this. I have to admit that I am silent on issues most of the time simply from fear of being berated. I have also always wanted to see myself as "openminded". One thing I always have to keep in mind is that it is one thing to be openminded, but something entirely different to be moral relativist. You can hear all views, but what means do you have to judge by if you lack the belief in "right" and "wrong"?

But it is wrong to think that there is this objective morality to postmodernism. I would think that belief in objective morality, more of a belief in God could do away with this... this... philosophy. But maybe not. Would you consider this continuing division of faith and personalizing of faith to be part of postmodernism? There is the belief in God, but it is more of a belief of God "on my terms". I can't tell how many times I have heard someone say that they believe in God, but they do not believe in any organized religion. I know many Catholics that pick and choose at what beliefs they wish to go by. Maybe I'm not too far off from them myself since I did not get married in the Catholic church. But then, how far off is Catholicism from postmodernism since it has accepted marriages of other faiths as valid?

I feel myself writing into a disorienting series of of facts and questions. All I've been thinking of is how to define and categorize postmodernism. It seems like that is critical in moving past it. But then again, maybe postmodernism is simply a product of globalization that cannot be moved past until we continue on to the next stage of human development. It survives on the fact that all cultures believe that they are right, and that there is none superior over another. But maybe in the last sentence is the answer to the end of postmodernism. The idea that there is one group out there that has it right. There is a possibility that there are cultures inferior to others. Why is that so wrong?

God help me I'd continue on this if I weren't so tired and disoriented right now. This emerged from a conversation in the car. Now I need sleep and peace of mind.... Well, at least sleep. I am sorry for the spelling, grammer and other nonsense that might appear in the post. As I said, I need sleep. Good night, or good morning:)

Weird Miami

I have yet to feel any pride or enthusiasm in regards to my recent move from central Texas to south Florida. There is the fact that I have only lived in the place for two weeks, but think about it... The most important news event from my new home recently is the gator attacks. What can I say, maybe you should take a break from your daily jog next to the canals during the gator mating season. Yes, we live close to big dangerous reptiles. I imagine it couldn't be too hard to avoid them. But it is things like this that stand out in my mind when I think of my new home: it is a strange place. Now Texas has its weird places and such, but it does not have a city that was originally settled by Russian circus midgets or a famous retirement area for Latin American dictators ("dictator's row"... I may wrote more on it later). Yes, these are true facts and I'm surprised that they don't advertise more on their circus midget history. I no longer have to wonder how comedic writers such as Carl Hiaason and Dave Berry get their material. They could get a majority of it simply by driving down the Palmetto or picking up the Miami Herald. Hell, thinking of midgets, I have a short comedic story for you just from going the store the other day. We have been sick for the past week. I was blessed by getting an interview because of a hook up through one of Arthur's friends, but unfortunately that same person gave me a cold that I have yet to fully recovered from. I'll have to remember to thank her, but I digress. We were on one of many trips to the store when we both noticed two people suspiciously crawling out of a fence. Right when they made it to the side walk a midget came up quickly on a chopper/small motor bike and almost ran them over on the side walk. The only thing I could think to say is, "Was that a midget?" Arthur and I just looked at each other and laughed. Short, but it was amusing at the time. Oh yes, in regards to my previous post on Baskin Robins... I have discovered that this sort of thing is common in Miami. As in Art's comment, I agree we hadn't been to enough places yet to notice most people in Miami seem incapable of customer service. We went out to eat on South Beach for my birthday and it took them an hour to get out the food because they had put the order in, but it was somehow lost. There are two things you can expect from stores in Miami: no english and no service... There is the exception of some tourist areas. Well the one thing I can give the city is that it is unique, backwards... But unique. Maybe that is the positive part of the city, the fact that it is so damned weird. If nothing else it does make it an interesting place to visit. I am still rationalizing how it makes it a good place to live. I go back to what Arthur had me watch before I came down to Miami, Big Trouble. I could believe that this story is based off of truth. If you don't believe it still just look up the terrorist group Alpha 66 (as shown in picture... Pretty much the regulars of Miami). I drove past its headquarters the other day in Little Havana. Good night!