Tuesday, June 30, 2020
From "Daffodils" (Ted Hughes)
...Our lives were still a raid on our own good luck.
We knew we'd live for ever. We had not learned
What a fleeting glance of the everlasting
Daffodils are. Never identified
The nuptial flight of the rarest ephemera--
Our own days!
We thought they were a windfall.
Never guessed they were a last blessing.
We knew we'd live for ever. We had not learned
What a fleeting glance of the everlasting
Daffodils are. Never identified
The nuptial flight of the rarest ephemera--
Our own days!
We thought they were a windfall.
Never guessed they were a last blessing.
Austin: 2020
From my apartment complex's weekly mail:
"Hi i lost a package with a octopus skirt. If you have it please knock on [apt number]."
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I lost a package with a octopus skirt
Eight arms to hold me, but no desert
Misplaced the article, but it can't hurt...
If you have it, please knock, and I'll let you in
The octopus knows where we've been...
Monday, June 29, 2020
Murdered
I have one friend that I used to be psychically close to. I predicted the death of her mother, and her pregnancy. (The death of her mother in the late '80s: I dreamt I was looking at a September calendar, with the dates "30" and "31" circled. There is no "September 31." Her mother died on September 30. The pregnancy in the mid-'90s: I'd dreamt she was pregnant and told her about it during a phone conversation; she laughed it off. The next month: She was pregnant.)
I haven't talked to her in years, but: Early this Sunday morning, I dreamt that this friend and I had gone to an Irish bar in New Jersey. I had left early and gone back to a hotel to sleep. I woke up with my friend not lying beside me. I then went back to the bar that morning to find out where she was. Police were there; her throat had been slashed. (Side-dream-crime-note: A former work friend of mine had also been at the same bar and had attempted to get away in her car; the murderer had caught her also and slashed HER throat. Quite a scene!)
I haven't been in touch with this friend for over 10 years. And I certainly don't wish her ill, so I don't think it was my own psyche at work. (Same with the addendum work friend who also got murdered in the dream----sorry, y'all!)
Posting it here as a psychic record, just in case.
I haven't talked to her in years, but: Early this Sunday morning, I dreamt that this friend and I had gone to an Irish bar in New Jersey. I had left early and gone back to a hotel to sleep. I woke up with my friend not lying beside me. I then went back to the bar that morning to find out where she was. Police were there; her throat had been slashed. (Side-dream-crime-note: A former work friend of mine had also been at the same bar and had attempted to get away in her car; the murderer had caught her also and slashed HER throat. Quite a scene!)
I haven't been in touch with this friend for over 10 years. And I certainly don't wish her ill, so I don't think it was my own psyche at work. (Same with the addendum work friend who also got murdered in the dream----sorry, y'all!)
Posting it here as a psychic record, just in case.
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Smoking
Yes, smoking is bad for you. I've been told for decades. But it's only now that the warnings are making sense.
Because of the Wuhan virus, I've been working from home since late March.
Normally at a job, my habit was to smoke two cigs in the morning before work, then one at lunch, then one in the afternoon, then one on my way home in the car (then a bunch once I got home if I was working on my Joan website that evening). A total of 15 to 20 cigarettes per day.
While working from home, though, I've been smoking like a proverbial chimney. About 15 cigarettes during work hours, then another 15 or more after-hours.
Waking up the next day coughing terribly, with great shortness of breath. This hacking has gone on for weeks now. It's embarrassing. One thing about me is my vanity: I'm embarrassed to be coughing and hacking like an old, decrepit woman.
This past Friday, I tried limiting myself: One cigarette only at the top of every hour. That lasted successfully during the day, and up until about 7pm... when the post-work beer kicked in and I also couldn't stop lighting a new cigarette at the very end of the last one. Woke up the next day again coughing terribly.
I've been chain-smoking for hours as I write this on a Sunday evening... But I KNOW I have to do something to curb the habit, or I'm going to come down with something terrible.
I'm in my 50s now, and my immune system isn't what it once was. People die from stuff in their 50s. I'm not quite sure what to do. I think the Friday plan was good---one cigarette per hour. But how to sustain that goal once you're drinking and feeling "high"?
Because of the Wuhan virus, I've been working from home since late March.
Normally at a job, my habit was to smoke two cigs in the morning before work, then one at lunch, then one in the afternoon, then one on my way home in the car (then a bunch once I got home if I was working on my Joan website that evening). A total of 15 to 20 cigarettes per day.
While working from home, though, I've been smoking like a proverbial chimney. About 15 cigarettes during work hours, then another 15 or more after-hours.
Waking up the next day coughing terribly, with great shortness of breath. This hacking has gone on for weeks now. It's embarrassing. One thing about me is my vanity: I'm embarrassed to be coughing and hacking like an old, decrepit woman.
This past Friday, I tried limiting myself: One cigarette only at the top of every hour. That lasted successfully during the day, and up until about 7pm... when the post-work beer kicked in and I also couldn't stop lighting a new cigarette at the very end of the last one. Woke up the next day again coughing terribly.
I've been chain-smoking for hours as I write this on a Sunday evening... But I KNOW I have to do something to curb the habit, or I'm going to come down with something terrible.
I'm in my 50s now, and my immune system isn't what it once was. People die from stuff in their 50s. I'm not quite sure what to do. I think the Friday plan was good---one cigarette per hour. But how to sustain that goal once you're drinking and feeling "high"?
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Kate Bush: Wuthering Heights (1978)
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in dream
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hard, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy
I've come home. I'm so cold
Let me into your window
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back, love
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream
My only master
Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy
I've come home. I'm so cold
Let me into your window
Thomas Hardy Kick
A poll I saw a couple of months ago asked why people kept on living. "Learning New Things" was at the bottom of the list (but at the top of mine).
My latest interest is Thomas Hardy. In the past month have read "Jude the Obscure" and "The Mayor of Casterbridge." Am currently re-reading "Tess of the D'Urbervilles." ("Far From the Madding Crowd" next.) And just received bios and poems and a "Wessex" history.
Sad to say, I've never met anyone who wants to go on literary/historical tours of Britain or Russia or Germany with me. I'm OK by myself for the most part, but... I think when I die, I'll be most sorry that I never had anyone to travel with.
From "The Mayor of Casterbridge":
The pain she experienced from the almost absolute obliviousness to her existence that was shown by the pair of them became at times half dissipated by her sense of its humorousness. When Lucetta had pricked her finger they were as deeply concerned as if she were dying; when she herself had been seriously sick or in danger they uttered a conventional word of sympathy at the news, and forgot all about it immediately.
She had learnt the lesson of renunciation, and was as familiar with the wreck of each day's wishes as with the diurnal setting of the sun.
My latest interest is Thomas Hardy. In the past month have read "Jude the Obscure" and "The Mayor of Casterbridge." Am currently re-reading "Tess of the D'Urbervilles." ("Far From the Madding Crowd" next.) And just received bios and poems and a "Wessex" history.
Sad to say, I've never met anyone who wants to go on literary/historical tours of Britain or Russia or Germany with me. I'm OK by myself for the most part, but... I think when I die, I'll be most sorry that I never had anyone to travel with.
From "The Mayor of Casterbridge":
The pain she experienced from the almost absolute obliviousness to her existence that was shown by the pair of them became at times half dissipated by her sense of its humorousness. When Lucetta had pricked her finger they were as deeply concerned as if she were dying; when she herself had been seriously sick or in danger they uttered a conventional word of sympathy at the news, and forgot all about it immediately.
She had learnt the lesson of renunciation, and was as familiar with the wreck of each day's wishes as with the diurnal setting of the sun.
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Bubba and The Noose
https://garyfouse.blogspot.com/2020/06/bubba-wallace-and-noose.html
Bubba
and The Noose. Oh wait. As it turns out, the "NASCAR Noose Drama" was
all invented. The "noose" was a handle to pull down the garage door. And
it had been in the same garage before Bubba was assigned to it.
Dear Jussie, er, Bubba: If you want to drive with the big boys, then stop crying "racism" at the drop of a...non-noose. Shut up and drive. Just like the white guys do.
Dear Jussie, er, Bubba: If you want to drive with the big boys, then stop crying "racism" at the drop of a...non-noose. Shut up and drive. Just like the white guys do.
Monday, June 22, 2020
Chicago Homicides 2020
https://graphics.suntimes.com/homicides/
290
homicides in Chicago in 2020. How many just this past weekend, when a
couple of 3-year-olds were shot? How many of these 290 were blacks
killed by police? How many were blacks killed by other blacks?
Where are the marches, and looting, in memory of the black children murdered by young black men? There will never be peace until the Black Community acknowledges its own sociopathy.
Where are the marches, and looting, in memory of the black children murdered by young black men? There will never be peace until the Black Community acknowledges its own sociopathy.
Swinging Statues
If it were up to Leftists, the only statues allowed in America would be those of MLK, Barbara Jordan, Cesar Chavez, and Barack Obama. (Oh, but wait: In the '90s, Congresswoman Jordan recommended that legal immigration to the US be limited... Tear THAT statue down, too!)
Friday, June 19, 2020
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
From: The Mayor of Casterbridge (Thomas Hardy, 1886)
And thus Henchard found himself again on the precise standing which he had occupied a quarter of a century before. Externally there was nothing to hinder his making another start on the upward slope, and by his new lights achieving higher things than his soul in its half-formed state had been able to accomplish. But the ingenious machinery contrived by the Gods for reducing human possibilities of amelioration to a minimum---which arranges that wisdom to do shall come pari passu [at an equal pace] with the departure of zest for doing---stood in the way of all that. He had no wish to make an arena a second time of a world that had become a mere painted scene to him.
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Ilhan Omar: 1995 immigrant
Omar was a Somalian immigrant to the US in 1995. You'd think she'd be grateful, and awestruck at how in the world she ever got elected to the US Congress. According to Omar, the US is evil and racist. Yet... how did a 1995 African immigrant get elected to Congress if the country is so horrible? She doesn't at all understand or appreciate the open concept of our country. Which she is now taking advantage of in order to condemn the very system that allowed her rise. She is truly sick.p.s. On a negative, but truthful, note: Wherever Somalians have been allowed into a country, whether the US or Britain, they've brought crime and chaos. Is that "racism" or is that "crime statistics"?
https://townhall.com/tipsheet/
Sunday, June 14, 2020
This Wanting You (George Jones, 1999)
I almost wish that I could lose my mind sometimes
Then maybe I'd be free of memories you left behind
With every single thought I hate to face the truth
It's never ending, always there this wanting you.
Well, I go through my life with only one desire
Other arms have held me close but they can't kill the fire
This flame inside my heart has never burned so blue
It's never ending always there this wanting you.
Other arms have held me close but they can't kill the fire
This flame inside my heart has never burned so blue
It's never ending always there this wanting you.
You're in my mind all the time how long will it last?
Why can't I leave our love in peace, it's buried in the past
You let go so long ago but I still can't turn loose
Oh, it's never ending, it's always there this wanting you.
Why can't I leave our love in peace, it's buried in the past
You let go so long ago but I still can't turn loose
Oh, it's never ending, it's always there this wanting you.
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