Long story short, I wouldn't have it any other way ... shentong rocks.
The last while I've been trying to cope with real heartbreak stemming from the anti-globalization protest here, the turn it took at the end, when the key activists showed their real colours and mislead / misdirected the group (Q: how does an intelligent group turn itself into a mindless unthinking mob? A: Easily.) And the heartbreak is real ... I've developed some coronary condition. (Hey! I'm 48 ... it's been tough, and living poor for the past decade hasn't done a thing for my diet.) Part of that "coping" has been toying with a return to hi-tech, daring to remember what it's like to pull down a big paycheque for administering to the needs of Global Gulag. It'd be nice to have clothes that aren't worn out, it'd be nice to be able to buy decent food, it'd be nice to have a computer with a display that actually works, it'd be nice to not dread having phone or power or ISP disconnected. But I've got principles, right? So I expect to be back at this in the next little while, writing about how complete self-transformation is elemental and fundamental to the actualization of democracy. (Did I mention that shentong rocks?) Trick is, though, it's dialectical ... it's all dialectical.