scratching the surface

the last time i tried to make a turkey cranberry sandwich en route to being a domestic goddess, while simultaneously texting friends to settle plans for the evening, a familiar buzzing interrupted my unskilled multitasking. not an external bother but rather a psychological, pit in the stomach type of fear, worry perhaps. it trembled a little before transforming into a full wave of emotional distressia. the sourdough had to be replaced on the kitchen counter and a foetal position on the disinfected kitchen floor had to be assumed.

a good twenty minutes later (i was at this time consuming the sandwich while watching the lastest shenanigans of the beautiful women on wisteria lane)i realized that it came down to this simple question really, which I think had been harassing me, on and off, during the deviations from the debauchery of university life and thoughts of materialistic pursuits.

how can the good life be honorably pursued in a world of social inequality? how on earth can we humanize capitalism?

it is a tough nut to crack and i don't expect to even get close but having a vague idea of some sort of plan in the next few weeks would be worthy of sacrificing any semblance of a social life/existence as a bum in my parent's home here in dubai.

and now for some practically-grounded theoretically-assembled, idealistically-aimed, and obviously cleverly-stolen words of wisdom, rather words of realism to begin with.

1. there is no way to bring self-creation together with the theory of justice at the level of theory. (gracious thank you to richard rorty, my latest obsession)

and

2. an examination of the debate between the values of the liberal intelligentsia and the capitalist bourgeoiuse is absolutely and fundamentally central to these questions. (quote unquote howards end)


And lastly, because forster put it so much better...how on earth do we connect the wealth connecting energy with the humanizing ideal?

but at the end of it all, because i am an annoying optimist albeit grounded realist, let's hear from the latest soundtrack of my summer, which if suitably extrapolated can be quite a lovely pick-me-up when such morbid thoughts interrupt the makings of turkey sandwiches.

pam pam pam pam (times a gazillion) i gotta feeling (WOO HOO) that tonight's gonna be a good night. that tonight's gonna be a good night, that tonight's gonna be a good good night.