{"id":3711,"date":"2009-03-12T14:40:16","date_gmt":"2009-03-12T19:40:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=3711"},"modified":"2009-03-12T14:41:49","modified_gmt":"2009-03-12T19:41:49","slug":"march-12th-why-is-this-day-different-from-every-other-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=3711","title":{"rendered":"March 12th &#8211; why is this day different from every other day?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I looked at the calendar this morning and was shocked to see it is the middle of March. Good god the earth is spinning way too fast for my sentiment. I spoke to a source in NY who said to me between the evil weather and Wall Street, the malaise there is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Here, we had a nip in the air, a vestige of winter, if you could call what we had winter. <\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, I walked through the park this morning, with a light jacket, and thought about the pelicans leaving soon and about gearing up my energies to pursue another adoption as well as a myriad of other things that were floating in the ether of my mind. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m caught in that sort of thinking where I think I know what is going on but I keep asking myself do I really? I feel sometimes as if emotion drives me forward, then intellect, then herd mentality, then isolationist instinct, then people push me and then I push against them, and I somehow don&#8217;t understand if I know more than the others, or if they know more than me, or is it that none of us knows jack shit? <\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t exactly put this in words &#8211; but I feel as if I am straddling either total understanding, maybe even enlightenment and absolute ignorance. <\/p>\n<p>And yet what I&#8217;m seeking is nirvana. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I looked at the calendar this morning and was shocked to see it is the middle of March. Good god the earth is spinning way too fast for my sentiment. I spoke to a source in NY who said to me between the evil weather and Wall Street, the malaise there is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Here, we had a nip in the air, a vestige of winter, if you&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3711","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-XR","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3711","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3711"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3711\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3711"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3711"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3711"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}