Pop's computer

The headphones at Pop's computer are wrapped up the way he does it. I am always touched when I see he is trying to be decent to me.

politically correct LJ

An interesting discussion on how politically correct LJ has become.

http://sf-drama.livejournal.com/3286355.html

slushy mud

The cats are corraled in the big room, and I stick my head out the kitchen door for a better look at what we have. Man, that is some slushy mud. I would like to keep the cats in for yet another day and try our luck tomorrow evening, but I suppose we are going to have to let them go tonight. The sun is out early, which should help, a good eight hours of that.

"Scenes of a Crime"

Cripes, Sammy won't let me finish this movie in peace. "Scenes of a Crime" Something like that. Jeff Bridges. Pure alpha golden boy. It's like pop-fiction, to be sure, but good pop-fiction. A taut gangster flick. And I so want to enjoy it in peace. We're near the end. But Sammy is a tasmanian devil this morning. I feel like striking him. And it hurts to think that I would have hit Bo. One has to respect cats, though, being half-wild at best.

We're definitely letting the cats out tonight.

in the breeze

My nose is a bit runny this morning. Must be something in the breeze. Allergens.

the elephant ears

Stepping outside to dispose of the cat ordure and to water the elephant ears, and I'm tempted to cut down all the ears and save us the water. They are not going to look good no matter how much water I lovingly pour over them.

I may do something close to that tomorrow morning, on trash day, and feel free too chop off most of them, all the ones that even just have a lot of their edgees burnt brown, leave us with scarcely more than a half-dozen nice looking leaves.

Lorie

That is Lorie, calling back to back, again.

She doesn't seem that feeble minded in person. I'm sure it's not that she is that much in love.

LJ

Great, I'm finally ready to post my next installment of "1984" and LJ has the wobbles.

Well, I'm hungry and it's time to cook up my burger.

Cloudy

Cloudy again. And the temp dropped back to 86. I was getting a little excited about putting on the a/c, too.

*******

It seems to be a back and forth thing: twenty minutes this way, and twenty that way.

It's three o'clock now, and if the temp doesn't make a quick spike into the nineties, it is going to be a very warmish, uncomfortable evening. And now the clouds again.

my porn pics

I'm still struggling with how to have the most fun with my porn pics, especially since it is apparent that my LJ friends are no fun at all, being a family-friendly values crowd, it seems.

I have a slight stirring of life on my porn blog, and so I'll start a daily fun scheme there and see what that feels like.

I don't like just storing pics on my blurty blog solely for myself.

The Meaningful Life

The philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre thought that, without God, our lives are bereft of meaning. He tells us in his essay “Existentialism,” “if God does not exist, we find no values or commands to turn to which legitimize our conduct. So, in the bright realm of values, we have no excuse behind us, nor justification before us.” On this view, God gives our lives the values upon which meaning rests. And if God does not exist, as Sartre claims, our lives can have only the meaning we confer upon them.

-- Todd May at The New York Times

These days, of course, it takes a stronger act of will to believe in God, and I expect that a lot of people are like me and are only able to believe in God a little less than half-heartedly. Nevertheless, if one is not creative or fortunate enough to be able to con one's own sense of a meaningful life, I imagine there is some succor in the suspicion that there is a divine realm, something truly wonderful and glorious, to which this life is but a fuzzy dreaming, and how nice it would be to wake up to a truly new day!

the cats

Who let the cats out?

I did. And they are exploring the patio and the back yard like it is new again.

That sunny, bird-filled world is no longer something that can only be looked at through a window; now they are part of that vibrant landscape.

I just wish they were more like me and were content to take in the surrounding life from a distance, but maybe I should be more like them.

the patio feedings

Back to managing the patio feedings. Definitely not one of the fun chores. But maybe it is better than having them always crying to be let out.

I'm surprised that none of the cats is waiting to eat.

Maybe they are excited over their regained freedom and running about.

"Lost Memory of Skin"

I ordered "Lost Memory of Skin".

I'm enjoying the Eisenhower history, I really am, but there is this sense that I could be getting more out of my time. I'll continue digging history notes until the novel comes in.

Though, reading reviews on the novel, I am a little afraid that it too moves at a languid pace. On th other hand, the subject means a lot more to me.

"1984"

Whoa, I've printed out all the posts on "1984", which includes all of part one, so that when I finish the little anthology of poems I'm in the middle of, it may be a good time to see what kind of reading my special Monk edition of literature will make.