Almost a week now since the elections where voters in Mecklenburg County(Charlotte), NC voted against every proposed school bond and both sides are still vigorously battling (accusations/finger pointing/threats/warnings) in the letters to the editor section of the Charlotte Observer. As a resident of a neighboring county without similar bond issues nor any short term impact by their vote, all I can do is observe. The root problem as I understand it is overcrowded schools. Other than spending money in some fashion I haven’t heard any proposed solutions. Which leads me to wonder when someone will speak up and address the real problem; to many people having way too many children. I’m not advocating no kids, just cutting back some to ease the situation for everyone. (all discussion aside of the
breeder woman who is up to 16 kids and wants more) Sure, it will be several years until the results are realized but I bet it would happen faster than paying the bonds off. I used to think that not wanting to have kids was the most selfish choice an adult could make but now I believe wanting to have kids without really thinking how society overall is impacted is very short-sighted and egocentric.
Milestone news. Over six years ago I purchased five large (8.5X11 – 196 page), blank, hardbound journals to place my thoughts. Today I finished filling the third volume. Blogging has reduced the amount I write in long hand and I do try to transfer entries made in one mode to the other when appropriate. I also keep other separate “specialty” journals; one dedicated to my “dharma” thoughts, one for music, jazz mostly and another for scribbling poetry/verse ideas, some of which end up on LJ eventually.
Whether it’s a book I’m reading or my journal, the idea of holding a bound copy of something is more comforting than using any electronic version.(I feel the same when it comes to albums, tapes or CDs compared to mp3s etc.) A good book gives me more of a sense of security than a cell phone. Just knowing a phone call might interrupt my reading is unsettling.