thunderstorm

So much for a light little rain! That was a real thunderstorm, and it lasted most of the night. It sounds like it may be over now, but even if it is, I am not thrilled at the prospect of walking around in that mess. I will probably get splashed and soaked at least once by a passing vehicle.

1984 (2,5) Syme Who?

Julia and Winston cannot stay in their love nest forever. Life must resume the grim, normal patterns of Oceania. And Winston loses a friend, not that he can speak of it, our old wordmeister buddy with the fetish for gruesome executions.

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Syme had vanished. A morning came, and he was missing from work: a few thoughtless people commented on his absence. On the next day nobody mentioned him. On the third day Winston went into the vestibule of the Records Department to look at the notice-board. One of the notices carried a printed list of the members of the Chess Committee, of whom Syme had been one. It looked almost exactly as it had looked before -- nothing had been crossed out -- but it was one name shorter. It was enough. Syme had ceased to exist: he had never existed.

-- 1984

Library Trip

“Inside, we are ageless and when we talk to ourselves, it’s the same age of the person we were talking to when we were little. It’s the body that is changing around that ageless centre.”

-- David Lynch

My original intention was to bring the umbrella, after this night of continuous thunderstorms, despite the sun being out and bright and the sky clear and blue this morning, as you just cannot trust this weather. Before leaving for the library, I changed my mind. Sometimes you have to play the odds and take a little chance.

Then, getting off the first bus at the Kel-Lac Transit Center, the winds are kicking hard and the sky has darkened and a thick blanket of surly looking clouds hangs overhead, and I thought, “Great, I am going to get caught in storm without an umbrella. I’m going to get drenched. But there is nothing I can do about it now.” This is what happens when I take chances. I lose. Every time.

But not this time. When I came out of the library, the sun was out and the sky was blue again.

Things got even better at the Tai-Chi restaurant. When I entered, although there was no one dining there, they seemed busier than usual. I sat myself, and when I got tired of waiting for my water, I got up to press the issue. The hostess turns around and gives me a big hug, a squeezing hug, and although she is an older woman, I was surprised by the firmness of her body and I started to get into it. Upon unclenching from her, I swung my hand up and got a good side-swipe of her left tit. Again, that sexy firmness. I think she found it only amusing. In any case, she was gracious enough to act as if nothing happened. But I found myself happily recalling the oriental massages of my college youth.

When I got to the bus stop in front of the court house, I see a pretty red-haired girl, and slender, the kind of girl I cannot resist staring at. In her twenties. The red is not natural, but one of those dye-jobs, the red a burnished, burgundy sort of red, the red that was making the rounds some years ago. Christie wore her hair that way for a spell. It’s a fetching red, especially for a pretty, white girl.

She even got on my bus and sat across from me. Which meant a lot more furtive glances. She noticed, but did not make a big deal about it. She is probably used to it, and I guess she is a nice person; she was feeding the birds at the bus stop, adoring them.

I suppose that, even when I am in my seventies, I will still pine over such girls as though I were eighteen and braced and eager for my first romance, my first girlfriend, my first sexual relationship.

The extra twist of the knife: the knowledge that Jack could get her, even in his forties, as he can still pass for a twenty-something, that blessed face, that white face, that bastard face.

grocery list

Oh, shit! I almost forgot completely. I still need to get started on that grocery list, library day or no library day. Now is a good time.

"Police Woman"

I ordeed "Police Woman" the first season. It was a tough call. I was thinking of going with "Fantasy Island" because that show is more different from my other shows, and variety might be the way to go. In the end, I stuck with Angie Dickinson. It is network TV, and 1974, but the Amazon reviewers say that the first season was sexy, enough so that the show had to tame it down for subsequent seasons. It promises to be fun.

The Aristocracy of Our Monied Corporations

"I hope we shall crush in its birth the aristocracy of our monied corporations which dare already to challenge our government to a trial by strength and bid defiance to the laws of our country."

-- Thomas Jefferson

Wouldn't he be surprised to learn that in our age corporations are people, rich people, the good kind!