“Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.” ~ David Foster Wallace
“Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.” ~ Stephen Wright
“He realized suddenly that it was one thing to see the past occupying the present, but the true test of prescience was to see the past in the future. Things persisted in not being what they seemed.” ~ Frank Herbert, Dune
It’s a wow kind of cold out there this morning: 0º. There is a feeling much like ambivalence in me so far today but I’m not even sure what the word ambivalence even means right now. I’ve had three cups of coffee since about quarter past two; it is now quarter past four. The caffeine worked but it seems to have faded a little too fast. Fair enough, there’s always more, right? This morning’s head fog is in part too little sleep, although the “too little” part is more about intentionally nodding off quite early yesterday evening than it is about anything else. There’s an element of fatigue from following the shit show from the White House, yet come to discover there’s a strong dynamic of ‘greased pig’ in the Administration’s antics and proclamations. Best just watch ’em squirm at this point. It will keep my head from going on strike. But mostly this head fog is a hermit/monk thing in that the past two days have been a perspective shift on an unexpected level, and the very force of the shift has required me to draw back and let it all simmer before jumping back in, which happens in just a few short hours. Sometimes a hermit respite need only last for a few hours. It is, after all, the modern world. It has, for these two days, been almost one seamless continuous sychronicity, ever since the massage on Wednesday broke loose a little more of that crusty barnacle . . . no, wait, that was a really sucky metaphor. Never mind. I’ve been knotted up tight for years now. Massage therapy is proving to be just the thing. Now, moving forward, I begin a week long house/pet sitting gig on Saturday night. I was thinking I’d haul this computer over yonder with me but decided to leave it be. I have the iPad, so I can still write blog posts, albeit short ones. So don’t worry yerself none iffin I miss a day, or post something that seems odd, it’s just shaping up to be a vacation of sorts. I feel like multiple lifetimes are converging on me at this one point and place in time. Heady feeling, that. But here and now it is time to get to the day.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.