“The imagination is the goal of history. I see culture as an effort to literally realize our collective dreams.” ~ Terence McKenna
“There, Master Niketas,’ Baudolino said, ‘when I was not prey to the temptations of this world, I devoted my nights to imagining other worlds. A bit with the help of wine, and a bit with that of the green honey. There is nothing better than imagining other worlds,’ he said, ‘to forget the painful one we live in. At least so I thought then. I hadn’t yet realized that, imagining other worlds, you end up changing this one.” ~ Umberto Eco, Baudolino
Yesterday afternoon was a real pisser. I worked, and as I work with the public I am subject to the moods of the public. As I said, it was a real pisser. Content with the notion that it was ‘just me’ I made my needed stops at the appropriate stores. I just wanted to go home and hide. Introvert stuff. My last stop at the convenience store gave me some perspective. My buddy Max, the cashier, mentioned the difficult moods of the public that afternoon, without any preliminary prodding from me. So – it wasn’t just me. What is it? The Moon is not full. What came to me while still at work is that it is that infernal Trump fella causing all of the problem. How can you expect people to go calmly about their business when there is such a cloud of imminent and truly yucky danger hanging over our collective heads? I find myself in a state of increasing anger toward the president and his minion of puppies; those opportunist guys and gals . . . well, ummmm, I just think the Republicans in office ought to put a few chains on the guy; not literally, just figuratively. But, moving forward, that’s enough politics. This blog has never included too much politics. Let’s not start now. But being as we Americans are in for a world of shit there is no way I will refrain from barking at Trump on occasion. Woof. So, moving forward, it’s laundry day for me. Perhaps a breakfast burrito with delicious green chile from Lot-a-Burger to have while the clothes spin. I’d like that. The weather forecast calls for rain, starting early. I’d had some idea of taking my new hiking shoes out for a spin, out on the West Rim Trail, maybe spark up a chat with a few bighorn sheep. I love those animals! You get up close and those danged horns just don’t look real. So very beautiful. Of course I was just kidding about talking with them. They aren’t very good conversationalists. So if it indeed turns out to be a persistently rainy day I sense that the healthiest thing would be to plug myself into a movie or something like it, to get me out of my own thoughts for a while. Yeh, maybe. I am fortunate that the cat is in a mellow mood this morning. She may get pissy later on when the rain starts. Somehow or other the rain is always my fault! Friggin cats just don’t seem to care. I bow to these superior beings, so I will unlock the cat door for her anyway. Ugh. Time to go feed the chickens and that lovely turkey, Oscar. Bueno bye.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.